Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1406 Ways to Unlock Dimensions!

Max gazed upon the vacant throne for an extended period, then gradually shook his head. "This throne… I am simply not ready for it," he murmured softly, his tone infused with a hint of persistent discomfort.

Max couldn't determine if it stemmed from his willpower still being insufficient or from his lack of full comprehension regarding the throne's true intent. It might have been a combination of the two.

The throne wasn't an object to be taken casually, and the ordeal had driven that point home with stark clarity. No matter its function within the Dimensional Keeper's inheritance, it required a degree of perception and mastery that Max hadn't attained yet.

Deciding to move past it, Max shifted his attention to his clone. A disturbing idea surfaced in his thoughts, one that sent a subtle shiver racing through his frame.

Imagine if his clone had suffered the same effect from the throne. Had both fallen under that profound tranquility simultaneously, neither would have been there to rouse the other.

Max pictured the pair of them sitting motionless, their awareness gradually fading into the infinite realms, descending further until the very notion of stirring awake ceased to exist.

He couldn't shake the question of whether they might have ever emerged from that perpetual slumber, or if they would have stayed ensnared indefinitely, locked in absolute serenity.

Both possibilities caused a slight constriction in his chest. To perish not amid combat or against a formidable foe, but to a quiet and seductive void—that would have been the most tragic fate he could envision.

With this insight, Max solidified his resolve. He would maintain his distance from the throne until he grasped its essence completely and held the power to confront its significance, regardless of how enticing its summons became.

Afterward, Max dispatched his clone back to the Dimension of Spirit, where it could frolic and bond with Lilly as usual, while his primary form directed focus toward the entrance to the Dimension of the Keeper.

This had been his original purpose for arriving here, and following the throne incident, his determination burned brighter than before.

Without hesitation, Max swung open the door to the Dimension of the Keeper and crossed the threshold.

Surprising him with its modesty, the interior lacked grand vistas, boundless heavens, or crushing force. Rather, it presented a serene and expansive chamber, pristine and structured, exuding an aura of composed command.

In the heart of the chamber stood Tian, awaiting with steady patience.

"Master, you have arrived," Tian stated while offering a deep bow of reverence.

Max spotted the difference right away. Tian's bearing had shifted. The deference in his stance and words seemed more profound and genuine now, as if Max's breakthrough to the Rebirth Realm had raised his status in manners even Tian couldn't overlook.

"Tian, how do I unlock new dimensions?" Max inquired straightforwardly, skipping preliminaries.

Tian rose and responded with steady poise. "Master can unlock a dimension in two manners. The first involves a trial, and the second links to advancing your cultivation realm."

He went on, "Having attained the Rebirth Realm, Master now qualifies to access one fresh dimension chosen at random. Similarly, upon reaching the subsequent cultivation stage like the Law Awakening Realm, Master will earn the privilege to select another random dimension, with this cycle persisting as cultivation advances."

"I see," Max replied while nodding in contemplation. Two routes existed. One proved immediate and perilous, probably entailing tests and fights right there in the Dimension of the Keeper. The other offered consistent and dependable growth, connected straight to his cultivation development. Each carried advantages, yet at present, the latter drew him more strongly.

After a short silence, Max voiced his choice once more. "I want to try unlocking a random dimension first."

"As you wish," Tian answered with a nod, then lightly snapped his fingers.

In that instant, an object appeared in the chamber.

Max peered forward and observed what looked like an odd device. Drawing nearer, his insight grew. The device featured a clear front panel, and within hovered numerous azure luminous spheres, each throbbing with its own subtle pulse.

They floated languidly inside the container, bumping and drifting apart like animated celestial bodies. Along the device's flank rested a lone handle, basic in form but evidently crucial.

Max required no guidance to grasp its function. Assuming his hunch held true, activating the handle would initiate the choice, freeing one of those azure luminous spheres.

He glanced at Tian. "Should I?"

"Proceed, Master," Tian urged with tranquil assurance.

Max inclined his head, extended his arm, and tugged the handle downward.

The very next moment, the device sprang into action. Every azure luminous sphere within swirled frantically, clashing and zipping about as if vying for dominance. The radiance within the device amplified, bathing the chamber in a dancing azure sheen.

Following a short frenzy, a single sphere burst forth, emerging from the front slot and hurtling directly at Max.

The sphere settled softly into his grasp.

Before Max could respond, the azure radiance flared, and the sphere melted into rivulets of illumination that streamed straight into his form. A torrent of novel knowledge inundated his consciousness, bearing the essence, framework, and dominion of an entirely new dimension now linked to him.

[Host has unlocked the Dimension of Forge.]

"Dimension of Forge?" Max whispered as the details integrated into his mind, his ideas gradually aligning with the freshly attached notion. "A dimension where I can forge weapons and armors."

The concept sparked his intrigue right away. Armor offered scant interest to him, given his route emphasized aggression and swift clashes. Weapons, though, stood apart entirely.

A realm focused on forging promised the chance to craft swords, lances, and various tools of devastation tailored precisely to his cultivation, his laws, and his sword path. The possibilities loomed vast, particularly for one pursuing a universal route of division.

"But I am not a blacksmith," Max grumbled, a crease appearing on his forehead. "How exactly am I supposed to forge anything?"

He lacked any training in crafting techniques, nor had he devoted effort to honing arms via standard approaches. Forging constituted its own field, demanding expertise, practice, and endurance.

After brief reflection, Max dismissed the concern with a head shake and a quiet exhale. He realized that fretting at this point would alter nothing.

The Dimension of Forge belonged to him now, and akin to his other dimensions, its principles would unfold solely upon entry. Past encounters had shown him that these realms defied ordinary reasoning, and the forging approach there wouldn't boil down to mere hammer strikes on an anvil.

Embracing this, Max transformed his eagerness into poised expectation. He felt certain that the solutions he craved would emerge on their own the instant he ventured into the Dimension of Forge initially.