Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1301 A Strange World

The hidden chamber narrowed into a shadowy stone corridor, barely wide enough for two individuals to walk side by side. Rough and freezing, the walls pressed inward, etched by time and streaked with faint glimmers of energy that sparkled like dust motes caught in the moonlight.

Max led the way, his Three Dimensional Body senses radiating in every direction to ensure no hidden threats approached from the depths of the passage.

The rest of the group followed in a heavy silence, the soft echo of their footsteps bouncing off the cramped stone walls. As they progressed, the air grew noticeably colder, as if the cave itself possessed a memory of every soul that had ever traversed it, bearing the weight of those lingering spirits.

After several minutes of walking through the tight space, Freya let out a soft sigh. "How much longer is this cave?" she inquired, casting a glance upward despite the low, oppressive ceiling. Her voice held more curiosity than impatience, yet a subtle tension betrayed her discomfort with such confined quarters.

Victor, having made this journey twice before, responded with a faint smile. "It is not that long. We should be approaching the other end by now. The size is meant to deceive newcomers into thinking they may be walking endlessly, but the distance is fixed."

Just as he finished speaking, Max detected a delicate shift in the flow of Qi ahead. The passage widened, and a soft radiance began to bleed into the corridor from around a corner. A few paces later, the party stood before a structure that stood in stark contrast to the rugged stone behind them. It was a door.

This was no ordinary entrance, but a masterpiece of profound artistry. Its massive surface depicted the four great mythical beasts: a dragon entwined with spiraling coils of power, a phoenix with wings spread in a display of fiery grace, a white tiger poised to strike, and a tortoise whose shell was etched with the intricate patterns of mountains and seas.

The carvings appeared both ancient and strangely vibrant, as if they might stir into life at any moment.

Freya moved closer, her fingertips grazing the phoenix engraving as she felt a faint thrum of ancestral energy. "This is more than a gate," she whispered. "It is a seal formed from the combined will of the Four Divine Beasts. Anyone without the corresponding bloodlines would never even lay a finger on the true realm beyond it. Only descendants blessed with the purest threads of dragon, phoenix, tiger, and tortoise can command this seal to open. It is a method used only by ancient forces who fear that their knowledge may fall into the hands of outsiders."

Victor nodded in agreement. "Exactly. The door is a safeguard. Even if someone discovered this place or forced their way through the first chamber, the entrance would remain sealed forever unless the leaders of the Four God Nation activated it. The bloodline requirement is strict and unforgiving. If there is even the slightest impurity or hesitation in the activation of their blood power, the door will not open."

Max moved to the side, gesturing toward the leaders—Alexander, Aden, and the two others accompanying them. "It is your turn."

The four leaders gave a solemn nod. Stepping forward, each placed a hand upon the door, causing their palms to emit a soft glow. Alexander’s hand radiated an azure light, Aden’s burned with a golden flame, the white tiger descendant unleashed a silver luminescence, and the tortoise descendant produced a deep, earthy shimmer. Their bloodline powers surged into the ancient carvings.

The beasts roared to life with light.

The sapphire eyes of the carved dragon ignited with brilliance. The phoenix’s wings flared with crimson and gold. The white tiger sparkled with a silver sheen, while the tortoise’s shell pulsed with deep emerald waves. The entire door throbbed as if waking from a slumber that had lasted for millennia.

Then, without the sound of grinding metal or cracking stone, the door simply dissolved. It dissipated like mist caught in a breeze, leaving no trace behind, as if it had never been there at all.

A vast, new world unfolded before them.

An infinite landscape reached toward the horizon: majestic mountains draped with glowing rivers, forests shrouded in spiritual mist, and skies brushed with shifting hues as if heavenly formations were layered across the firmament.

Even from the entrance, an ancient aura washed over them—a blend of tranquility and peril that could only originate from a place forged by divine beasts.

Victor surveyed the horizon and murmured, "The secret domain truly has changed since the last time we entered. The aura is heavier now. Something deeper inside is stirring."

Max gave a slow nod. They could all sense it. This was not just a hidden pocket of space; it was a realm constructed from the legacy of four divine entities, a place where heaven and earth obeyed their design.

And somewhere in the heart of this realm lay the Celestial Beast Temple—the place from which no traveler had ever returned.

The expedition into the domain had officially commenced.

"I will take the lead," Max declared, stepping across the threshold into the mysterious realm. The moment his foot touched the ground on the other side, the world shifted with a sensation that was both disorienting and weightless.

It felt as though he had pierced a thin spatial veil separating reality from an entirely alien plane. Once the dizziness subsided, Max looked up to see a sky unlike any he had ever witnessed.

The heavens were filled with glittering stars scattered across a canvas of deep violet and soft purple. At first glance, it looked like night, yet there was no true darkness. Instead, light bled softly across the sky, creating a surreal radiance that bathed the entire world in an otherworldly glow.

Certain stars shone like distant lanterns, while others throbbed faintly as if they were living, breathing things. The sky felt ancient and limitless, yet strangely watchful, as if observing every movement of the intruders.

Max lowered his eyes to the terrain beneath him and instantly understood the source of the unsettling stillness in the air. The ground was not solid earth. Instead, he stood upon a narrow stone walkway made of smooth tiles that gave off a faint silver light.

These paths split into dozens of directions, curving away into the distance like the veins of some massive celestial creature. The walkways stretched forward, backward, and to the sides, forming a complex labyrinth suspended in mid-air.

Beyond these stone paths, there was nothing. No earth, no mountains, no trees. Past the edges of the walkways lay a vast, eternal void. It was a silent abyss, a chasm with no bottom and no end in sight.

Faint wisps of mist drifted through the emptiness at intervals, but even the mist seemed to fall forever once it crossed the edge. Max realized that one wrong step would send a person plummeting into a void where even sound could not follow.

Freya followed him through the gateway and gasped. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at the abyss stretching out on both sides. "This place feels... different," she whispered, trying to avert her gaze from the void. "It feels like a world that was never meant to be walked by mortals."

Lucien was next, his face a mask of caution and intrigue. He knelt briefly to touch the stone path and muttered, "These paths are shaped by powerful spatial laws. It is as if the divine beasts carved safe routes into a realm that was naturally unstable. Every step outside these paths may lead to complete erasure."

Victor and Seraphina arrived soon after, followed by the rest of the geniuses. Their reactions varied; some were struck by awe, others swallowed hard in fear, while some stared into the void as if trying to decipher its essence.

Even the bravest among them felt a shiver of dread. The stone paths were firm, yet every instinct screamed that a single error meant certain death.

Max took a deep breath as he surveyed the landscape. The glowing paths ahead seemed to beckon him, leading him toward whatever waited in the depths of this alien world.

He moved forward again, testing the path’s stability, and found it held strong under his weight. It felt solid and reliable despite the surrounding abyss.

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