Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1553 Orion Battlefield!

"It seems this battlefield belongs to the same time when the war between the devils and the primordials took place on Orion," Max whispered while gradually assembling his thoughts, his eyes scanning the barren wasteland brimming with quiet echoes of that long-forgotten clash.

Once the notion took root in his mind, a fresh query sprang up right away. "If that is the case, then could this secret domain have been created by some kind of accident?"

He struggled to picture any purposeful technique that might forge a domain such as this. The sheer disorder and rawness of the place suggested it arose from clashing powers rather than meticulous crafting.

His mind swiftly circled back to the earlier incident. A void fracture had torn open in Orion, oddly linking to the Mortal Realm, and before comprehension could dawn, that fracture exploded outward, spawning this domain that echoed an age-old battlefield.

A slight frown creased Max's brow as he linked these occurrences, but regardless of how he fitted the fragments together, the reasoning stayed elusive.

Had the fracture served only as a gateway, or acted as a catalyst? Might energies from the Mortal Realm have clashed with Orion's war-torn echoes, birthing this realm?

Or maybe the battlefield had never vanished entirely, merely slumbering in space-time's weave until provoked.

A further idea struck him, darkening his face with gravity. What if no accident occurred? What if this battlefield was deliberately sealed, locked in time for hidden motives, with the fracture merely shattering that barrier?

A further idea struck him, darkening his face with gravity. What if no accident occurred? What if this battlefield was deliberately sealed, locked in time for hidden motives, with the fracture merely shattering that barrier?

Max exhaled deeply while gazing at the empty skyline again. Regardless of the truth, one fact solidified in his thoughts.

Orion hid depths far beyond its outward facade.

Buried secrets on this world remained untouched by any, and he had just tripped over one.

Shaking off the churning notions, Max refocused on the lingering info in the secret domain's status panel, his face easing into composure as he scrutinized it all more closely.

[Orion Battlefield]

– Type: [Temporary Dimension, Temporal Dimension]

– Cultivation Restriction: [None]

– Total Number Restriction: [None]

– Race Restriction: [None]

– Ban Column: [None]

Max pored over each entry deliberately, his gaze sharpening as he grasped their implications. "Cultivation Restriction, Total Number Restriction, Race Restriction, and Ban Column," he muttered softly, piecing together a basic sense of their roles.

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As his focus locked onto Cultivation Restriction, the panel reacted at once, revealing a list of choices as if ready for his input.

[Divine King Realm, Divine Lord Realm, Law Manifestation Realm, Law Refinement Realm]

"Only up to the Law Refinement Realm?" Max's frown deepened, a flicker of frustration crossing his features. He had assumed absorbing this dimension would yield total command over its elements, like setting cultivation caps at will, yet the system enforced its limits.

After a quick deliberation, Max settled on his pick. He set the cultivation cap for all entities in this dimension to the pinnacle of Law Refinement Realm.

Though he yearned to clamp it down tighter to Law Awakening Realm for total dominance, the system forbade lower settings, offering no alternative.

With that handled, he turned to Total Number Restriction and Race Restriction. He left them untouched this time. To unearth the battlefield's concealed truths, particularly those from the Primordials and Devils' war, the dimension needed to play out authentically, mirroring its primeval course.

Tampering with participant counts or races risked warping the timeline and veiling the reality.

At last, his eyes fixed on Ban Column, a contemplative glint sparking within them. He felt this tool wielded raw, potent control.

Should his grasp of it be accurate, he could single out those not native to this dimension—like himself, Lucia, Isabella, or any others who had arrived from outside—and eject them from this realm with just one thought.

A subtle flicker of excitement stirred in him from that insight. Yet he reined it in fast, realizing it was merely a hypothesis for now.

He needed to put it to the test.

Just then could he fully comprehend the breadth of his authority in this world.

Having double-checked every detail of the dimension's status and verified nothing was missed, Max closed the panel and turned his focus back to the environment around him.

Since this dimension was now fused with him, his link to it had grown immensely stronger. His Dimensional Sovereign Body let his awareness stretch over the whole area, enabling him to sense virtually everything inside like an extension of his own body.

It resembled the way he monitored his other dimensions, only in a far more restricted form.

By concentrating his mind, Max sought out known signatures, and in no time, he pinpointed Lucia and Isabella across the immense battlefield.

"Isabella is with a small group, while Lucia is on her own," Max murmured, his brows furrowing a touch as he evaluated their locations. "But Lucia is moving north, and if she keeps going that way, she'll run straight into Raymond from that second-rate force."

With a rapid scan of the circumstances, Max chose his course decisively. He pivoted toward Isabella's position, aware that she and Lucia lay along comparable routes, and set off for her first.