Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1207  Old Man Firstʼs Interest

The vast expanse of stars stretched endlessly across the horizon, so infinite that the concept of distance seemed to lose all meaning. Every direction Max looked, he saw nothing but a boundless ocean of light—countless stars shimmering like scattered jewels in the fabric of the cosmos.

Some glowed faintly like distant embers, while others burned fiercely, illuminating vast stretches of space with their radiance. The scene was breathtaking and terrifying at the same time, a beauty born from infinite emptiness.

The air—or rather, the energy—around them was silent and still, yet it carried a weight that pressed upon the soul. There was no ground beneath their feet, no wind to move, no sound to break the quiet. Only the eternal hum of existence itself echoed faintly through the void between the stars.

”Are we in outer space?” Max asked, his eyes reflecting the celestial lights surrounding them. His voice was calm, but there was a trace of wonder hidden within it.

”We are,” Old Man First replied, his tone steady and patient. His figure stood unshaken amid the star-filled infinity, his robes flowing slightly with the faint movements of divine energy. ”We are outside the secret domain, beyond the reach of any world, any realm, or any star system. This is the endless void, the space that exists between creation and nothingness. Few beings can stand here without losing themselves.”

Max frowned slightly as he looked around again. The scenery, though majestic, felt alien. ”What are we doing here?” he asked after a moment. ”The void and outer space are different. In the void, there is only darkness, no light, no stars, no sense of direction. But here… I can see them clearly.”

Old Man Firstʼs gaze shifted toward the endless horizon, his expression calm yet unreadable. ”You are right,” he said. ”This is not the void you have seen before. The void you speak of is the emptiness between dimensions—dark, cold, and infinite. What you see here is the layer that bridges the known worlds to the unknown. It is where the energies of countless stars converge and where even gods tread carefully. This place is both life and death, creation and dissolution.”

As Old Man First spoke, his voice resonated softly through the space, blending with the faint hum that surrounded them. The stars closest to them flickered slightly, as if responding to his words.

Max remained silent, trying to comprehend the vastness of where he stood. The thought that they were outside every known star system was overwhelming. He could feel the dense energy in the air—a power older than time itself, pulsing quietly through the stars.

Old Man First turned to look at him. His eyes, though calm, carried unfathomable depth. ”I brought you here for a reason, Max,” he said slowly. ”There are things that cannot be spoken of within the domain of mortals. You stand at the edge of what you call the world, but beyond this lies something far greater. Before you take your next step forward, you must understand the truth about power, balance, and the burden of existence.”

His words hung in the air like an invisible weight, and for the first time, Max sensed that what lay ahead would not be a simple lesson, but a revelation—one that could change his understanding of the universe itself.

”Do you know what law I am well versed in?” Old Man First asked, his voice calm and composed as his gaze drifted toward the stars ahead. The faint silver glow of countless celestial bodies reflected in his eyes, making him seem like part of the cosmos itself.

Max tilted his head slightly, trying to sense the flow of energy around the old man. He felt no trace of spatial distortion, no warping of distance or dimensional fluctuations that might indicate mastery over space.

Yet the stillness surrounding the old man carried a strange rhythm, something that pulsed and flowed like a current that only the soul could feel. After a moment of contemplation, Max answered, ”I canʼt feel the concept of space from you, and since we are standing in the endless sea of stars, it must be related to time.”

A faint smile appeared on Old Man Firstʼs face, subtle and approving. ”Hmm,” he said softly, his tone carrying a hint of satisfaction. ”You are correct. My law is indeed about time. I have long walked the river of eternity, flowing between the moments that define existence. Since the establishment of the Heavenly Lordʼs Secret Domain, countless geniuses have entered its gates, each claiming to comprehend the greatest laws of creation. But none of them ever reached the standard I sought. Not one.”

He paused, his gaze slowly turning toward Max. ”Only you have managed to pique my interest so far.”

Maxʼs eyes widened slightly, a flicker of light appearing within them. His heart skipped a beat as the meaning behind those words settled in. The Law of Time—one of the two supreme forces that governed existence, standing alongside the Law of Space—was something few could even begin to comprehend.

It was a power that shaped reality itself, capable of bending the flow of moments, halting decay, or accelerating creation.

He had attempted to understand it many times before. Within his Dimension of Time, he had felt the boundaries of that elusive concept. He had touched fragments of what he believed to be temporal energy, glimpses of frozen stillness or rapid flow, but never the true essence.

There was always something missing, a gap that prevented him from grasping what time truly was.

Now, hearing the old manʼs words, Max felt a surge of excitement he hadnʼt experienced in a long time. To be acknowledged by someone who embodied the Law of Time itself was more than an honor—it was an opportunity beyond measure.

”I piqued your interest…” Max murmured under his breath, almost disbelieving it himself. His gaze rose to meet the old manʼs, and for the first time, a small but genuine smile appeared on his lips.