Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1587 Events of the Original Timeline!

Max paused momentarily, a flicker of uncertainty in his response.

Considering the recent revelations, such a possibility didn't seem entirely out of the question.

He remained quiet nonetheless.

The woman exhaled softly, her serene demeanor returning.

"Very well," she stated, her voice calm. "There is indeed a specific reason for bringing you here."

Her gaze fixed upon him, imbued with a quiet intensity.

"You must be quite curious about the events that transpired within that secret domain."

Max offered an unhesitating nod.

A multitude of questions lingered about that place. How did it come into existence? Was it mere happenstance? Or was there a guiding hand manipulating events from the shadows?

As this thought surfaced, his eyes instinctively gravitated towards her.

The woman seemed to grasp his unspoken question immediately.

"Don't look at me that way," she chided lightly. "It wasn't entirely my doing. In fact, you could consider it... an accident."

Max's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.

He found that explanation hard to accept.

Everything that had unfolded within that domain felt too deliberate, too meticulously structured to be the product of mere chance. It carried the distinct impression of being guided, of having an unseen influence shaping its course.

Noticing his skepticism, the woman offered another smile, this time tinged with a subtle acknowledgment.

"Very well," she conceded. "You may attribute a small fraction of it to me. Let us say... one percent."

A playful tone underscored her words, yet she didn't outright deny her involvement.

She continued, her voice measured.

"A long time ago, Orion was a planet that served as a crucial gateway. The Ascension Tunnel, which once linked the mortal realm and the Divine Realm, was situated there. Though it has long since vanished, its residual traces persisted."

She lifted her cup slightly, pausing before proceeding.

"Someone discovered this fact. That individual then engineered a spatial tunnel precisely where the original Ascension Tunnel had been. Their objective was to re-establish a connection to the mortal realm, to forge a path that should have remained closed forever."

Max listened intently.

"That artificially created tunnel eventually became linked with the lingering remnants of the original Ascension Tunnel," she explained. "Consequently, a pathway to the mortal realm was re-established, albeit unstable and incomplete."

Max's expression turned grave.

"So, the inhabitants of Orion gained access to the mortal realm because of that connection," he surmised, piecing together the narrative.

She inclined her head slightly in confirmation.

"When I became aware of it, I severed that connection. Such a pathway should not exist so readily, and allowing it to persist would have irrevocably disrupted the balance between the realms."

A brief pause followed before she elaborated.

"However, when the connection was severed, the unstable tunnel sought an alternative anchor. Instead of collapsing, it latched onto the temporal echoes of the ancient Ascension Tunnel. As a direct result, it drew everything connected to it into that specific moment in time."

Her gaze remained serene.

"That is how all of you found yourselves on the battlefield of the primordial and devil war."

Max absorbed her explanation in contemplative silence.

On the surface, her words formed a coherent and logical sequence of events, explaining the entirety of what had transpired.

Yet, a subtle dissonance persisted.

The precise alignment of factors, the impeccable timing, the sheer accuracy, and the ultimate outcome – it all felt far too orchestrated to be a mere accident. Despite her claim of minimal involvement, Max couldn't entirely dismiss the feeling that the entire sequence had been subtly manipulated.

Still, he refrained from voicing his lingering suspicions.

He simply offered a nod, acknowledging her explanation while keeping his internal thoughts private.

"Now, allow me to pose a question to you," the goddess inquired, her smile placid yet carrying an undercurrent of profound depth as she addressed Max. "You were the one who dispatched Kazreth in that secret domain; have you ever contemplated what truly transpired in the original timeline?"

Max remained silent for a fleeting moment, carefully considering her question. Then, he slowly nodded, his thoughts beginning to align with her implicit suggestion.

"If my understanding is correct," he stated, choosing his words with deliberate care, "then someone must have intervened to stop Kazreth in the original timeline as well. Otherwise, the Divine Realm would not be the haven of peace it is today, and had he succeeded back then, everything would have already descended into utter chaos."

The goddess offered a faint nod, her expression unruffled as she acknowledged his astute reasoning.

"Your assumption is accurate," she confirmed. As those words left her lips, she gracefully raised her hand, causing the space before them to react instantly. A translucent, floating screen materialized in midair, rendered with crystal clarity, displaying a scene that Max immediately recognized.

The battlefield Max was seeing felt distinct from the one he had encountered within the secret domain; it possessed a sense of entirety and genuineness, implying it wasn't a mere fragment or replica, but rather the actual unfolding of events as they had originally transpired.

His eyes widened minimally as awareness sharpened on the tableau, his focus utterly captivated. Before a single query could be formed, the vision stirred, and Kazreth materialized within it.

The unfolding mirrored Max's recollection precisely: Kazreth, positioned at the epicenter of the conflict, his overwhelming aura ensnaring the four Primarchs in a forcefield. He then turned, without the slightest hesitation, and proceeded towards the Ascension Tunnel. Not a single detail deviated from Max's lived experience.

However, a shift occurred then.

A solitary figure materialized, obstructing Kazreth's direct trajectory. The instant Max perceived it, his breathing hitched, his gaze becoming inextricably bound to this presence.

This was no ordinary entity. Its entire form appeared to be a tapestry woven from innumerable stars, each emitting a soft luminescence within an immense, boundless void contained within its humanoid shape. It was as if a shard of the cosmos itself had solidified, defying conventional understanding.

It remained motionless, wordless, simply occupying space. Yet, its mere presence resonated, subtly yet profoundly altering the surrounding dynamics in an inexplicable manner.