Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1404 An Empty Throne

Having reached that conclusion, Max called out clearly. "Tian."

"Yes, Master," Tian's voice echoed immediately inside his head.

"Can I unlock any dimension I select?" Max inquired, his voice even but laced with a hint of eagerness.

"Yes, Master," Tian answered promptly.

A grin lit up Max's features. This was precisely the response he had longed for. The possibilities were immense, and receiving such control so effortlessly just highlighted how much his class had progressed.

"So inform me," Max went on, "precisely what has been made available up to now?"

"At present, Master has gained access to the Inheritance Chamber across every dimension Master has previously unlocked," Tian explained.

Max paused briefly, then his eyes grew wide. "I've opened the Inheritance Chamber for all my dimensions?" he burst out, a blend of real surprise and thrill surging through him. "Excellent. Truly excellent."

For an instant, he nearly burst into laughter. Entering the Rebirth Realm hadn't just boosted his strength; it had also lifted numerous concealed limits from his class. Elements that once seemed remote or out of reach now revealed themselves to him in a rush, like they were saluting his renewal.

"Tian," Max said once he had composed himself a bit, "describe the Dimension of the Keeper to me. That one opened up automatically, right?"

"Yes, Master," Tian confirmed. "The Dimension of the Keeper serves as the central dimension of the class. Through it, Master can access any other dimension he desires. It's likewise the spot holding the authentic heritage of the Dimensional Keeper."

Max grew quiet while taking in those details. The Dimension of the Keeper wasn't just another area he commanded. It acted as the starting hub, the base that supported all the rest. Grasping it wouldn't only broaden his abilities but uncover the real essence of being a Dimensional Keeper.

"The Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial hasn't started yet, so there's time," Max murmured reflectively while positioned in the silent training chamber. "I should head to the Dimension of the Keeper."

With his choice set, Max's form disappeared without a ripple of power or twist in the void, like he had merely faded from being.

In the blink of an eye, Max stood atop an infinite expanse of pale clouds. The overhead sky stretched wide and serene, bathed in a gentle glow without any apparent source like a sun. Surrounding him were various doors, each symbolizing a dimension he had already accessed, their exteriors bearing subtle hints of the rules and forces they controlled.

The location seemed recognizable, but altered, as if it now recognized him in a fresh manner.

"This is the spot I reach whenever I enter my dimensions," Max whispered low. It marked his initial visit here in flesh and blood instead of via mental projection, and the feeling carried a slight variation.

The clouds under his soles seemed solid, the atmosphere had substance, and the area itself appeared conscious of his arrival. A peculiar mix of familiarity and gravity infused the moment, rendering it both unique and deep.

While Max kept scanning the cloud-shrouded realm, an object drew his notice. Far off, isolated and empty, sat a throne.

"Hm?" Max's brow furrowed a touch as he locked eyes on it. "I'm sure no throne existed here previously." He had traversed this space repeatedly over time, knowing its every aspect well. Such a major addition couldn't be random.

"Looks like this throne emerged only after stepping into the Rebirth Realm," Max pondered while examining it nearer. The seat was plain in form but exuded an unexplainable dominance. Lacking embellishments or finery, its mere existence hushed the nearby clouds, like all yielded to its command.

As his gaze lingered on it, a surprising feeling stirred inside him. A soft yet firm tug drew him closer. It lacked force or hostility. Rather, it resembled a summons, as if the throne knew him and beckoned him to claim his seat.

"Does this throne want me to occupy it?" Max questioned softly. He halted briefly, considering the circumstances. This domain belonged to his class, and all within stemmed from the Dimensional Keeper.

Any risk wouldn't aim to injure him.

Thinking that, Max advanced and took his position on the throne, relying on his class's power and the route it had prepared for him.

The moment Max claimed the throne, a deep shift happened. His mind surged outward smoothly but powerfully, extending in all directions instantly.

No sense of motion occurred, no travel vibe, but in one swift instant, his perception linked to each dimension he had gained. It was like unseen bonds clicked together, tying his being to endless realms at the same time.

Max's sight fractured into many views. He wasn't viewing from one angle anymore. Within the Dimension of Lightning, he watched the perpetual storm clouds swirling, each bolt of electricity following his intent without deliberate order.

In the Dimension of Flames, he experienced the warmth from every fire column and perceived the nature of each blaze like they were alive, pulsing in sync with him.

The Dimension of Ice displayed utter calm, where each icy speck and floating chill held distinct form and purpose.

In the Dimension of Space, the void spread out like an unfolded scroll, exposing spans, bends, and levels plainly, while the Dimension of Time let moments stream as a tangible stream instead of vague idea, its flows varying from sluggish, rapid, broken, or steady by zone.

He wasn't just watching these dimensions. He inhabited them all.

With calm wonder, Max grasped that nothing hid from him. Each ripple, each energy spawn, each discord in his dimensions appeared right away in his thoughts.

He perceived energy flows, law interactions, instability origins, and fixes needing only a mere idea. It came naturally, like this state was destined from the start.

No fatigue hit, no excess burdened him, even with the flood of details. His thoughts handled it all with ease, sorting boundless info into sharp focus.

More alarming than the sight was knowing these dimensions weren't isolated zones he oversaw remotely. They formed parts of his very self.

If lightning stormed, he sensed it as his own change. If a dimension steadied or advanced, it echoed in him like a pulse. The line between him and the realms had vanished. He served as the core, the sovereign, and the steady force uniting them.

In that instant, Max comprehended the throne's real role. It wasn't a mark of rule or prize for growth. It functioned as a link, a meeting spot where the Dimensional Keeper stopped wandering realms and turned into the hub aligning every world. Claiming it didn't bestow strength. It confirmed it.

As the bond settled, Max breathed out steadily, his face serene but holding a new layer of insight. He wasn't simply one who owned dimensions anymore.

He connected to them unbreakable, viewing through them together, dwelling across them at once, and positioned dead center in their essence.

This defined being the Dimensional Keeper.