Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1552 Dimensional Assimilation!

Max stretched his Dimensional Sovereign Body outwards, spreading his senses throughout the area nearby, but no matter the extent, devastation was all that entered his awareness.

Lifeless and barren land stretched out, covered in scattered corpses that filled his view without end.

"Where am I?" Max pondered, his eyebrows furrowing faintly. Only moments earlier, he had clashed with the armies from the War God Palace and Sword God Palace, yet suddenly he found himself cast into this eerie, forsaken realm.

Lacking a grasp on his predicament, Max refused to stay put. He chose a direction haphazardly and started moving forward, keeping his perceptions sharp amid the hushed desolation.

Yet the greater the distance he covered, the more corpses appeared before him, until a notion gradually crystallized in his thoughts. Those bodies littering the earth hailed from merely two unique races.

One group unmistakably resembled humans, while the other proved far more disturbing—their forms evoked demons, though with an odd, subtle variance.

"Devils?" Max whispered, his gaze icing over upon drawing this grim inference.

"If these demon-like corpses are devils, then could the human-like ones actually be primordials?" he mused, delving deeper into his analysis while scrutinizing the surroundings intently. He recalled how humans and primordials bore nearly indistinguishable looks, rendering sure identification challenging.

After pondering briefly, Max uttered in a hushed tone once more. "The corpses here belong to devils, humans, and primordials."

Such insight only amplified his bewilderment, prompting him to wonder about the existence of any such location. A battlefield hosting all three races wasn't an everyday sight.

Suddenly, a recollection emerged in his mind. Orion once served as the heart of a cataclysmic conflict between primordials and devils.

"Could this be some kind of secret domain within Orion?" Max speculated, his eyes narrowing keenly. This seemed the likeliest answer for now. The mix of these three races matched the lore of that primordial war precisely, and no other nearby site fit the bill like Orion.

Even so, uncertainty persisted despite the idea taking hold.

"Only a secret domain could preserve a battlefield in such a state," Max murmured while eyeing the bodies encircling him.

Their state suggested death mere days prior. Elsewhere on Orion, time's relentless flow and the world's turbulent energies would have long eroded them to powder, morphed them into valuables, or sparked bizarre, unforeseeable events.

The eerie freshness of these corpses revealed a vital truth to him.

This location defied the norm; it likely resided within a secret domain, preserving the bodies' pristine condition.

Grasping this, Max gently shut his eyes and invoked a key ability, concentrating his will to probe the alien realm encasing him.

"Dimensional Assimilation," he whispered softly.

In an instant, alerts resounded through his consciousness.

[Dimensional Assimilation has been activated.]

[Searching for a Dimension to assimilate…]

[Dimension detected… Initiating assimilation… Assimilation successful!]

[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for assimilating a dimension for the first time.]

"It worked!" Max cried out, thrill surging through him as he almost jumped with joy. He'd doubted if the skill would operate inside this enigmatic secret domain, yet his fears proved groundless.

Right then, a subtle but solid link established itself between him and the encompassing world. It echoed his ties to prior dimensions, though imperfect, missing some essential wholeness.

[Please name the dimension.]

"A name…" Max muttered, pausing in thought before settling on one. "Since this secret domain exists within Orion, I will call it the Orion Battlefield."

[Orion Battlefield]

– Type: [Temporary Dimension, Temporal Dimension]

– Cultivation Restriction: [None]

– Total Number Restriction: [None]

– Race Restriction: [None]

– Ban Column: [None]

Surveying the details of his freshly claimed domain, Max's blood boiled with exhilaration. Never had he anticipated gaining such profound authority over this secret domain through assimilation.

Within the dimensions he'd unlocked organically earlier, he reigned as a near-omnipotent force, free to mold and command all aspects freely.

Yet, unlike the others, this dimension originated from an external assimilation. For that reason, the system supplied him with an organized interface, empowering him to oversee and command every facet of this realm with utmost accuracy.

Having steadied his nerves, Max directed his focus and started meticulously inspecting the condition of the freshly integrated dimension, his face adopting a contemplative look as he analyzed each piece of information laid out before him.

"A Temporary Dimension and a Temporal Dimension?" he muttered, his eyes narrowing just a touch. He grasped the essence of a Temporary Dimension easily, but the notion of a Temporal Dimension proved much more enigmatic, its deeper significance eluding him on the initial read.

– Temporary Dimension: [Orion Battlefield is not a permanent possession of Max Voidwalker. Its existence and ownership are unstable, meaning that it may change, shift, or even be lost depending on the evolving conditions within the dimension itself.]

Max gave a slow nod while poring over the details. Even with his successful assimilation of the domain, his authority over it remained neither total nor eternally secure. Subject to hidden factors, the dimension's stability could falter or vanish completely should those elements shift.

Next, his eyes drifted to the subsequent entry, his interest sharpening further.

– Temporal Dimension: [Orion Battlefield is a dimension permeated with a powerful temporal aura. Everything within it, including the land, the corpses, and all other existences, originates from a specific point in time, preserved or recreated as it once was.]

Seriousness etched across Max's features as comprehension gradually emerged. This went beyond a simple war-torn battlefield abandoned in time. It represented a shard of history frozen—a realm encapsulating an entire epoch, locked away inside the dimension.

Those corpses weren't mere relics from bygone days; they stood as vivid imprints from a precise instant, unaltered from how they appeared right then.

To put it another way, this dimension transcended being simply a location.

It formed a sealed timeline.