Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1599 Sprinting Through The Inner Region!

A colossal phantom dragon descended, its gaping maw unleashing a silent, earth-shattering roar.

Another beast dragged its broken form across the terrain, emanating a despair so potent it could instantly incapacitate ordinary cultivators.

Behind them surged innumerable lesser specters, each disfigured by death and consumed by madness.

This was the reason for the loss of control within this place.

Anyone deficient in mental fortitude would be overwhelmed by the emotions within those lingering remnants. Fear would transmute into outright panic, anger would escalate into uncontrolled rage, and desire would fester into consuming obsession. Eventually, they would either suffer a complete mental breakdown or succumb to the valley’s draconic corruption.

Max cast his gaze forward.

Then, he activated his Keeper's Dominion.

An unseen force emanated from him, expanding in all directions.

There was no visible light, no explosive burst, not even a grand spectacle. Yet, the immediate vicinity around Max underwent a profound alteration. It transformed into a mental dominion, governed solely by his indomitable will. An aura of calm, absolute, and unquestionable authority radiated from his very being.

The first phantom dragon entered this intangible sphere of influence.

It disintegrated instantaneously.

Its malevolence dispersed like morning mist under the sun's rays.

The second beast charged forward, fueled by a ground-shaking fury, but the instant it approached Max, its spectral form trembled and fractured into countless motes before vanishing into nothingness.

One after another, every malevolent remnant that dared to advance upon him met the identical fate.

Hopelessness crumbled.

Frenzy dissolved.

Remorse vanished.

The fragments of deceased dragons, once capable of crushing the minds of even formidable cultivators, were utterly powerless against the sovereign pressure exerted by Keeper's Dominion.

Max continued his advance, his demeanor as nonchalant as if he were strolling along an empty path.

His expression remained serene, and his pace unwavering.

All around him, phantom dragons emitted silent howls before being annihilated the moment they drew near. Invisible waves of his authority swept the area clean with every step he took.

Should any other cultivator have witnessed this spectacle, they would have been rendered utterly speechless by the sheer astonishment.

The accursed inner region, a place that had instilled fear in countless powerful individuals, had been reduced to mere open ground before Max's determined stride.

In this manner, as the remnants of ancient dragons were continuously obliterated around him, Max pressed onward through the inner region, drawing ever closer to the very heart of Dragon Death Valley.

With Keeper's Dominion actively encompassing him, Max encountered minimal resistance while traversing the inner region.

The most formidable threat in that treacherous locale had never been sheer brute force. Rather, it was the insidious assault upon the cultivator's mind. The ghostly fragments of long-deceased dragons, the lingering wrath from ancient calamities, the pervasive madness woven into the valley's draconic aura, and the oppressive will saturating the very land were collectively sufficient to shatter most intruders long before any physical confrontation could even commence.

Yet, not a single one of these threats could affect him in the slightest.

The intangible dominion, conjured by the power of Keeper's Dominion, moved in conjunction with Max, functioning as an unshakeable field of sovereign authority. Every vestige of lingering resentment that drew near him was utterly annihilated. All forms of mental manipulation were effectively repelled. Every malicious fragment dissolved completely before it could even approach his consciousness.

Consequently, the inner region's notorious terror held virtually no sway over him.

However, this did not imply that his journey proceeded without any challenges.

The land within this domain teemed with draconic beasts.

They emerged from desolate cliffs, stalked him through the skeletal remains of forests, and observed him from rocky ridges with eyes blazing with primal hunger. Some moved on all fours like vicious predators. Others retained distorted vestiges of humanoid postures, walking upright on twisted limbs attached to scaled torsos. A significant number bore horns, tails, fearsome claws, rudimentary wings, or jaws disproportionately large for any natural creature.

And all of them were once, irrevocably, human.

These were cultivators who had dared to venture too deep into Dragon Death Valley, driven by the pursuit of wealth, ancient inheritances, or the promise of glory. At some point in their descent, they had reached the core region and were ultimately consumed by the pervasive draconic aura.

The initial stages of corruption primarily targeted the physical form, but the more insidious transformation occurred subsequently.

Rational thought completely collapsed.

All memories gradually faded away.

Their very sense of identity was brutally torn apart.

Their instincts devolved into savage barbarism, their minds reduced to a primal state of violence, insatiable hunger, and territorial fury. What remained were monstrous abominations bearing the tattered remnants of their former human origins.

Max passed by one particularly desolate ruin where a grotesque beast crouched over fragments of ancient armor, gnawing at the metal as if desperately attempting to recall a forgotten memory it could no longer comprehend. Another horrifying creature possessed a humanoid face that had become partially fused into a grotesque, scaled skull, its vacant eyes staring blankly before it suddenly lunged in a fit of mindless rage.

Max ended its existence with a single, decisive strike.

Further ahead, he encountered entire packs of these corrupted beings.

Some hunted in coordinated groups, exhibiting a surprising level of tactical synergy that was likely a remnant of ingrained combat habits buried deep within their shattered minds. Others engaged in perpetual, brutal combat with each other, tearing flesh and scales asunder over territories thoroughly saturated with the ancient, corrupting influence.

A colossal draconic entity descended from a ridge situated above him. Its form boasted broad shoulders, arms covered in scales, and the tattered remains of ceremonial robes clinging to its waist. Despite a fractured sword still impaled through its chest, the beast moved with an awe-inspiring ferocity.

With a deafening roar, it launched its assault.

Max, however, did not falter in his pace.

An instant of suppression from Keeper's Dominion momentarily quelled its killing intent, introducing a sliver of hesitation. This minuscule pause was all the opening Max required.

His blade sliced through the air with blinding speed.

The creature's head was severed cleanly from its body, its corpse plummeting to the earth behind him.

He pressed onward, his steps unyielding.

Later, within the confines of a canyon, dozens of lesser beasts encircled him. Their claws screeched against the stone, and their mangled jaws dripped with saliva. Despite sensing the power emanating from him, their primal instincts compelled them to attack.

Max unleashed a pulse of energy from Keeper's Dominion.

The feebler creatures instantly succumbed, their minds unable to withstand the overwhelming sovereign pressure. The more formidable few faltered, and he dispassionately cut them down as he passed.

Every step he took in this inner region transformed it into a desolate graveyard.

Yet, no sense of triumph stirred within Max.

Upon closer inspection of some of these corrupted beings, he could still discern vestiges of their former selves. Shredded fragments of modern attire. Broken insignia adorning their tattered clothing. Human hands partially mutated into vicious claws. Eyes that, for a fleeting moment, held a flicker of bewilderment before being consumed once more by savage rage.

This was the grim reality, the true torment of Dragon Death Valley.

Max's gaze hardened, his expression growing colder.

The path ahead beckoned, leading directly towards the core region, the epicenter of this pervasive corruption.

Enveloped by Keeper's Dominion, which formed an invisible throne of his resolute will, he advanced without a trace of hesitation.

Soon, having carved through the final remnants of the inner region, Max found himself approaching the threshold of the core region.

He came to an immediate halt.