Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1337  Into the Divine Realm

The moment Maxʼs figure transformed into a blue beam of light, his perception fractured into layers as he felt himself pass through reinforced space again and again, each layer denser and more oppressive than the last.

Every transition pressed against his body like an invisible mountain, testing the limits of his flesh, his bones, and even his soul, and Max understood instantly that if he had ascended even a little weaker than his current state, these layers alone would have torn him apart.

Time lost its meaning as he crossed them, seconds stretching into something that felt like minutes, until the suffocating pressure vanished without warning and cold air slammed into his face. Before he could properly react, gravity reclaimed him, and he found himself falling freely through the sky.

Max twisted his body midair and looked down, and what he saw sent a quiet tremor through his heart. Beneath him spread a city so vast and orderly that it dwarfed anything he had seen in the mortal realms.

The buildings rose like sculpted monuments, their surfaces etched with unfamiliar runes and patterns that pulsed faintly with divine energy. Towers of crystal and stone intertwined with structures that seemed grown rather than built, their shapes elegant and precise, as if the city itself had been designed by laws rather than hands.

Streets formed perfect geometric paths that glowed softly, and the very air carried a weight that made Max feel both small and exhilarated at the same time.

”Is this the Divine Realm?” Max muttered softly to himself, his voice nearly swallowed by the rushing wind.

Before he could admire it further, his Three Dimensional Body reacted sharply, warning him of countless presences nearby. Max turned his head and widened his senses, and only then did he realize that he was not alone.

From every direction, thousands of figures were falling through the sky just like him, their silhouettes streaking downward from different points in the heavens. They were all human, or at least humanoid, their auras chaotic and unstable, filled with the raw unfamiliarity of ascension.

”Are all of them from mortal worlds?” Max murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the sheer number of newcomers.

Instinctively, he tried to stabilize himself by circulating his mana and flying the same way he would have in Acaris, but the moment he did so, his energy reacted violently. His mana surged out of control, refusing to obey him, and before Max could suppress it, his body was wrapped in blue light once again.

With a sharp rush of force, he was dragged downward, his figure transforming into a blazing streak as he shot toward the city below like a falling star.

”This is not normal,” Max said under his breath, his tone calm despite the sudden loss of control.

All around him, the same phenomenon unfolded. One by one, the falling figures ignited into streaks of light, turning the sky above the city into a cascade of descending stars, each one representing a newly ascended being who had failed to control their power in this unfamiliar realm.

The city grew larger with terrifying speed, and at its very center lay an enormous blue pond that dominated the landscape. From above, it looked less like a pond and more like an inland sea, its surface divided into countless square sections by low walls that formed a precise grid.

Divine light shimmered beneath the water, and within many of these sections floated figures who appeared calm and unmoving, as if they had long since grown accustomed to this place.

Before Max could question their presence, gravity completed its claim. Thousands of shooting stars, including Max himself, plunged straight toward the blue pond and fell straight into it.

As Max sank deeper into the blue pond, the violent turbulence within his body slowly faded, replaced by a calm that felt almost alien to him. His mana, which moments ago had raged uncontrollably as if rejecting the very laws of this realm, began to settle little by little, flowing smoothly through his meridians as if soothed by an unseen hand.

The water carried a gentle warmth that seeped into his flesh and bones, and for a brief moment Max allowed himself to simply remain there, suspended in the depths, eyes closed, breathing steadily while his body adjusted to the overwhelming presence of Divine Essence saturating the surroundings.

Only after he felt that his mana had completely stabilized did he open his eyes and slowly rise toward the surface, his movements effortless and light.

When Max emerged, he found himself surrounded by countless other figures floating quietly in the pond. Some stared blankly at the sky with expressions filled with confusion and disbelief, clearly struggling to process the sudden change from their mortal worlds to this place.

Others remained unnervingly calm, their eyes closed as they focused inward, already attempting to adapt to the Divine Essence permeating the water. The surface of the pond was tranquil despite the number of people present, and the faint glow beneath the water illuminated every face with a soft blue light.

Max took in the scene silently, his mind sharp and observant, already piecing together the function of this place even before anyone explained it.

Just as the quiet threatened to stretch on, the air above the pond rippled, and a figure materialized in the sky. He stood effortlessly, hands clasped behind his back, his presence alone enough to command attention.

His aura was restrained yet oppressive, carrying a weight that made it clear he belonged to this realm in a way none of the newcomers did. When he spoke, his voice was calm and clear, spreading across the entire pond as if carried by the water itself.

”Those of you who have just ascended to the Divine Realm, congratulations,” the figure said, his tone neither warm nor cold. ”This is indeed the Divine Realm, and you have successfully crossed the boundary that countless beings spend their entire lives chasing.”

He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping over the pond, and then his expression hardened slightly.

”But do not let that achievement go to your heads,” he continued. ”In your mortal worlds, some of you may have been called monarchs, sovereigns, emperors, or saviors, and entire continents may have knelt at your feet. Here, none of that matters. In the Divine Realm, you are nothing more than newly ascended mortals, indistinguishable from the countless others who came before you. Your powers are weaker than those of the weakest beast you can find here.”

A ripple of tension spread through the pond at those words. Max could sense irritation and resentment flare from several of the ascenders, their pride clearly wounded, yet none of them dared to speak. The figure in the sky paid their reactions no mind and continued without raising his voice.