Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1528 Forbidden Planet Orion!

Isabella gave a nod and started her explanation, her face growing grave while describing a location that hardly anyone dares to fully grasp. "Orion isn't a regular planet," she declared. "In ancient times thousands of years back, it stood as a key battlefield in a colossal war ravaging the Divine Realm. That conflict drew in innumerable mighty figures, powers from diverse realms, and even beings whose marks have vanished from today's records."

Her gaze dropped a bit, as though dredging up a far-off memory. "The war reshaped the whole planet. Its soil is drenched in echoes of primordial might. Shards of laws, shattered legacies, abandoned arts, and vanished riches litter its expanse. To this day, those echoes warp the world, spawning bizarre landscapes that mock reason."

After a short halt, she pressed on, her voice deepening further. "This makes Orion a realm of fortunes. From top-tier sects to lowly ones, droves dispatch their disciples there to tempt fate. Some hunt for old legacies. Others chase unique materials nowhere else available. It's no overstatement—Orion ranks among the Divine Realm's most visited worlds."

Max paid close attention, yet he sensed deeper layers lurking beneath.

"However," Isabella continued, her tone icing over, "it ranks as one of existence's deadliest spots."

Her stare locked onto his, eyes now blazing with unprecedented gravity. "They dub Orion a forbidden planet for good cause. Amid its bounties lurk terrors beyond comprehension. The war's leftovers didn't just dissipate—they mangled the terrain, spawned chaotic areas, and spawned abominations unfit for reality."

Her speech eased as she went on. "Certain zones on Orion shatter reality's rules outright. Spots exist where time warps oddly, space implodes suddenly, and even mighty cultivators vanish tracelessly. Ancient beasts, warped monsters, and lingering war machines prowl too, striking any intruder in their domains."

A subtle strain crept into her features. "Legends claim almost half who venture into Orion never emerge. Some perish. Some evaporate. Others… come back utterly transformed."

Silence blanketed the chamber once more.

"Death lurks at nearly every turn on that world," Isabella concluded. "Thus, despite its riches, most in the Divine Realm brand Orion forbidden."

Max stayed mute after absorbing it all.

Yet his eyes held no dread, just keen curiosity.

"That's great news," Max remarked with a slow nod, his look shifting to contemplation over worry. No fear showed—instead, a spark of eagerness flickered, as if the perils she outlined heightened the prize's allure.

Isabella's brow furrowed instantly at his words. She scrutinized his features intently before querying, "You're not thinking of heading to Orion, right?" Disbelief tinged her voice, underlaid by genuine worry. She'd just laid out its horrors, but Max showed zero reluctance.

Max smiled faintly, his demeanor steady and resolute. "I intend to head there," he answered promptly. Meeting her gaze squarely, his eyes burned with subdued fervor as he added. "Isabella, grasp this: true strength demands seizing chances, even with death's shadow. Every road to power brims with peril here. Bigger rewards always pair with fiercer threats."

He halted momentarily, allowing his message to settle, then spoke more gravely. "Chances to vastly boost your power are rare. Lifetimes pass chasing one such shot. Let fear chain you, and talent won't save you from stagnation."

Max's eyes drifted briefly, as if plotting future moves. "A genius meetup hosted by a second-rate power happens in three months, followed by the Divine Realm's grandest affair, the Cosmic Ascension Conference." His tone weighed down mentioning it. "I must amp up my power maximally for both. The chasm to elite geniuses remains too vast."

Turning back to her, his gaze held firm. "If that Black Dragon corpse on Orion offers any shot at gaining strength, I won't pass it up. Danger be damned—I'm going to test my fate there."

A weighty hush descended after his declaration.

Isabella remained rooted, watching as his resolve shone through. No waver in his tone, no flicker of uncertainty on his face. He'd decided on Orion well before her tale ended.

She stayed wordless briefly.

Then her face transformed.

Doubt vanished from her eyes, supplanted by steely determination.

"I'll accompany you," she stated.

Max eyed her shortly before a subtle grin curved his mouth. "You'd have to anyway," he noted offhandedly. "You're my maid, remember."

Isabella's face soured at once, brows furrowing with irritation sparking across her visage. Poised to retort, Max cut in swiftly.

Max smiled lightly, his expression calm but unwavering. "I am planning to go there," he replied without hesitation. He looked at her directly, his eyes carrying a quiet intensity as he continued. "Isabella, there is something you must understand. If you truly want to become strong, then you cannot afford to ignore opportunities just because there is a chance of death. In this world, every path to power comes with risk. The greater the opportunity, the greater the danger that comes with it."

"Putting jokes aside," he added earnestly, "prepare for Orion. As Black Dragon Clan's Saintess, secure a top-tier Star Shuttle. We need dependable transport for that trip."

After a quick pause, he appended, "Departure in one week. Meanwhile, push your cultivation. Aim for Law Awakening Realm breakthrough. Orion allows no room for sloppiness."

Isabella nodded deliberately, face still grave as she took in his instructions. "Understood," she replied.

She pivoted then, exiting Max's dwelling, thoughts already charting her course ahead. The upcoming voyage promised no ease, and shadowing him to Orion meant steeling for the forbidden planet's unknowns.

"Time to solidify my power this week." Max murmured, reentering the training room and stepping into the Dimension of Time.