Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1337 Into the Divine Realm

As Max’s form shifted into a brilliant streak of blue light, his senses fractured into multiple layers. He felt himself piercing through reinforced dimensions repeatedly, with each successive barrier becoming more suffocating and dense than the one before.

The transitions weighed upon his physical frame like an invisible mountain, pushing his flesh, bones, and soul to their absolute breaking point. Max realized instantly that had his Cultivation been even slightly weaker upon ascension, these spatial layers would have pulverized him.

Time became an abstract concept during the crossing; seconds felt like agonizing minutes. Suddenly, the crushing pressure evaporated, replaced by a blast of frigid air against his skin. Before he could steady himself, gravity took hold, and he plummeted through the open sky.

Twisting his body in midair, Max peered downward, and the sight caused a faint tremor in his heart. Spreading out beneath him was a city of such staggering scale and order that it made the greatest capitals of the mortal realms look like mere villages.

The architecture consisted of sculpted monuments, their walls inscribed with mysterious runes that pulsed with a faint divine energy. Spires of stone and crystal merged with organic structures that seemed to have grown into existence rather than being constructed, their designs so precise they appeared governed by universal laws rather than mortal hands.

The streets were laid out in flawless geometric patterns that emitted a soft glow, and the atmosphere held a heavy quality that made Max feel simultaneously insignificant and electrified.

"Is this the Divine Realm?" Max whispered, his words nearly lost to the whistling wind.

Before he could continue his observation, his Three Dimensional Body surged with a sharp warning, detecting a multitude of presences nearby. Max expanded his senses and realized he was far from the only one in the sky.

Thousands of figures were falling from every direction, their forms streaking down from various points in the firmament. All of them were humanoid, possessing chaotic and volatile auras that reeked of the raw instability typical of recent ascension.

"Are all these people from mortal worlds?" Max murmured, his gaze sharpening as he observed the sheer volume of new arrivals.

Instinctively, he attempted to stabilize his descent by circulating his mana to fly as he had in Acaris. However, the moment he drew upon his power, his energy lashed out violently. His mana spiraled out of his control, defying his will, and Max was once again enveloped in a shroud of blue light.

A sudden, powerful force yanked him downward. His body turned into a blazing projectile, hurtling toward the metropolitan expanse below like a falling star.

"This is not normal," Max noted quietly, maintaining his composure despite the total loss of flight control.

The same phenomenon was occurring all around him. One after another, the descending figures ignited into streaks of radiance, transforming the sky into a shower of falling stars. Each streak represented an ascender who had failed to master their power within the unfamiliar laws of this new world.

The city rushed toward him with alarming speed. At its heart sat a colossal blue pond that dominated the terrain. Seen from above, it resembled an inland sea more than a pond, its surface partitioned into a massive grid of square sections by low-lying walls.

Divine light flickered beneath the water's surface. In many of these partitioned squares, figures floated in total stillness, appearing as though they had long since adjusted to the environment.

Before Max could process their presence, gravity finished its job. Thousands of shooting stars—Max included—crashed directly into the blue pond.

As Max submerged into the depths of the pond, the violent turbulence in his body began to dissipate, replaced by a serenity that felt almost foreign. His mana, which had been raging against the laws of this realm just moments ago, started to quiet down. It began to flow smoothly through his Meridians as if calmed by an invisible touch.

The water radiated a gentle warmth that soaked into his muscles and bones. For a brief period, Max allowed himself to drift in the depths with his eyes closed, breathing rhythmically while his constitution adapted to the intense Divine Essence saturated in the water.

Only when he felt his mana was perfectly stabilized did he open his eyes and rise toward the surface, his movements now light and effortless.

Emerging from the water, Max saw he was surrounded by a sea of other figures floating in the pond. Many stared at the sky with vacant expressions of shock and confusion, clearly overwhelmed by the transition from their homeworlds to this place.

Others remained eerily still with their eyes shut, focusing inward as they tried to harmonize with the Divine Essence in the water. Despite the crowd, the pond’s surface remained peaceful, and the glow from beneath the water cast a soft blue light across every face.

Max surveyed the scene in silence, his sharp mind already deducing the purpose of this location before any explanation was given.

Just as the silence grew heavy, the air above the water rippled, and a figure appeared in the sky. He stood there without support, hands tucked behind his back, his mere presence demanding the attention of everyone below.

His aura was controlled but heavy, possessing a weight that signaled he was a true inhabitant of this realm. When he spoke, his clear voice echoed across the pond as if the water itself was amplifying his words.

"Congratulations to those of you who have just reached the Divine Realm," the man stated, his voice devoid of emotion. "You have indeed arrived, successfully crossing the threshold that countless souls spend their entire existences pursuing."

He paused, his eyes scanning the crowd, before his expression turned stern.

"However, do not let this achievement inflate your ego," he warned. "In your respective mortal worlds, some of you were likely called monarchs, sovereigns, emperors, or saviors. Entire continents may have bowed before you. Here, none of those titles have meaning. In the Divine Realm, you are simply newly ascended mortals, no different from the millions who came before you. Your current strength is less than that of the weakest beast found in this land."

A wave of tension rippled through the pond. Max sensed flashes of anger and resentment from several ascenders whose pride had been stung, yet no one dared to speak out. The figure in the sky ignored their reactions and continued his address in the same steady tone.