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

As Max’s form shifted into a brilliant blue ray of light, his consciousness splintered into fragments. He felt himself piercing through layers of reinforced space, each more compact and suffocating than the last.

The transitions weighed upon him like invisible mountains, pushing his physical body, his bones, and his very soul to their breaking points. Max realized instantly that had he attempted this ascension even slightly weaker than he was now, these spatial layers would have pulverized him.

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

Max adjusted his posture mid-flight and peered downward, a slight shiver touching his heart at the sight below. Sprawled beneath him was a city of such immense scale and perfect order that it made any mortal realm territory look like a village.

The architecture resembled grand monuments, with surfaces carved in mysterious runes that pulsed with a faint divine energy. Structures of stone and crystal were woven together, appearing more like organic growths than constructed buildings, their elegant designs following some cosmic law rather than human craftsmanship.

Streets formed flawless geometric patterns that emitted a soft glow, and the atmosphere itself possessed a weight that left Max feeling simultaneously insignificant and electrified.

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

His Three Dimensional Body suddenly surged, alerting him to a multitude of presences in the vicinity. Max expanded his perception and realized he was far from alone in the sky.

Thousands of silhouettes were falling from every corner of the heavens, streaking toward the ground. All appeared human or humanoid, their auras vibrating with the chaotic instability typical of those who had just undergone ascension.

"Are they all from mortal worlds?" Max murmured, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the sheer volume of new arrivals.

He instinctively attempted to stabilize his descent by circulating his mana to fly as he had in Acaris, but the moment he exerted his power, it recoiled violently. His mana flared out of control, defying his commands, and before he could rein it in, a blue light enveloped him once more.

A sudden, powerful force yanked him downward, turning him into a blazing streak of light that shot toward the metropolitan landscape like a falling star.

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

This same phenomenon was occurring all around him. One after another, the falling figures ignited into trails of light, transforming the sky into a rain of descending stars—each one representing an ascender unable to master their power in this new environment.

The city rushed toward him at a terrifying speed, revealing a massive blue pond at its center that dominated the view. From this height, it looked more like a vast inland sea, its surface partitioned into a precise grid of square sections by low walls.

A divine radiance shimmered beneath the water's surface. Within many of these squares, figures floated in total stillness, appearing as though they had long since adapted to the environment.

Gravity finished its work before Max could ponder their presence further. Thousands of shooting stars, Max included, slammed directly into the blue pond.

As Max submerged into the depths, the violent storm within his body began to subside, replaced by an almost alien sense of peace. His mana, which had been raging against the laws of this world just moments ago, started to settle, flowing through his Meridians with a smoothness that felt as if an invisible hand were soothing it.

The water emitted a gentle heat that permeated his flesh and bone. For a short while, Max simply drifted in the deep, eyes shut and breathing rhythmically, allowing his body to harmonize with the dense Divine Essence of his surroundings.

Only when he felt his mana was perfectly stabilized did he open his eyes and drift back toward the surface with effortless grace.

Upon emerging, Max saw he was surrounded by a sea of people floating in the pond. Some were staring at the heavens with hollow expressions of shock and confusion, clearly overwhelmed by the transition from their homeworlds.

Others were eerily composed, eyes closed in meditation as they tried to absorb the Divine Essence in the water. Despite the crowd, the pond’s surface remained still, the blue light from below illuminating every face with a soft glow.

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

Suddenly, the air above the water rippled, and a figure manifested in the sky. He stood there without support, hands tucked behind his back, exuding a presence that demanded absolute silence.

His aura was restrained but carried a heavy, oppressive quality that marked him as a true denizen of this realm. When he spoke, his clear voice echoed across the pond as if the water itself were a conductor.

"Congratulations to those of you who have just reached the Divine Realm," the figure announced, his voice devoid of emotion. "You are indeed in the Divine Realm, having successfully crossed the threshold that most beings spend their lives failing to reach."

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

"However, do not let pride cloud your judgment," he warned. "In your respective mortal worlds, you may have been Young Masters, Sect leaders, or Emperors, with entire nations bowing before you. Here, none of that holds weight. In the Divine Realm, you are merely newly ascended mortals, no different from the millions who preceded you. Your current strength is inferior to even the weakest beast found in these lands."

A wave of tension swept through the pond. Max felt flashes of anger and wounded pride from several ascenders, yet not one dared to voice their frustration. The figure in the sky ignored their stares and continued his address in a calm, steady tone.