Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1606 Leaving the Dragon Death Valley

After spending time racing through the skies and playing with the little dragon, Max felt a genuine sense of happiness.

It had been a significant period since he had indulged in such a simple and carefree moment. There were no intricate schemes, no life-or-death confrontations, no pressing burdens of cultivation, nor hidden adversaries lurking in the shadows. For a brief span, he had simply reveled in laughter against the open sky with a newborn dragon whose arrogance far surpassed its physical size.

Eventually, Max decelerated his flight, approaching the mountain they had been racing towards, and suspended himself in the air.

Vormir arrived moments later, panting dramatically despite his attempts to maintain a proud demeanor.

"I would have emerged victorious," the little dragon declared, "had Big Brother Max not resorted to cheating from the very beginning."

Max was overcome with laughter.

"Of course. I am certain that was the sole reason."

Vormir nodded with utmost seriousness, entirely convinced by his own statement.

After a few additional moments passed, Max's expression softened subtly.

"Vormir," he addressed the dragon, "the time has come for you to return to the Dimension of Spirit."

The young dragon's eyes widened.

Immediately afterward, his tiny countenance underwent a drastic shift.

"No."

Max arched an eyebrow.

"No?"

Vormir folded his forelimbs across his chest in the air, an action a hatchling dragon could manage, and resolutely lifted his chin.

"I decline," he stated emphatically. "A true dragon is destined to soar freely beneath boundless heavens, traversing mountains, rivers, storms, and even worlds. I was not brought into existence to reside within a pocket dimension."

He unfurled his wings with a flourish and executed a dramatic spin.

"My desire is for freedom. I wish to roam unrestrained throughout the entire world."

Max observed the little dragon in quiet contemplation for a moment before exhaling with a sigh of helplessness.

"You were born less than a day ago."

"That changes nothing," Vormir retorted with pride.

"It changes a considerable amount," Max countered dryly. "At this moment, you remain small, inexperienced, and undeniably weak."

Vormir's eyes widened in sheer indignation.

"Weak?"

"Indeed."

"I am a true dragon!"

"And still weak."

The little dragon appeared profoundly wounded by the assessment.

Max could not suppress a smile, yet his tone softened further.

"Listen closely. This world is far from peaceful. There exist beasts superior in strength to you, cultivators who would eagerly covet your potent bloodline, and perils that you currently cannot even begin to comprehend. Should I permit you to wander freely now, your freedom would be exceedingly short-lived."

Vormir's previously proud expression began to gradually fade.

Max continued his gentle persuasion.

"The Dimension of Spirit is not a confinement. It serves as a sanctuary where you can safely mature, hone your skills, and attain greater strength. Once you have amassed sufficient power to defend yourself, I shall personally accompany you on my myriad adventures."

The young dragon gazed at him intently.

"Truly?"

Max offered a reassuring nod.

"I give you my word."

Vormir hovered motionlessly, deep in thought. His tail swayed back and forth as he contemplated the proposition presented.

"Will there be battles?"

"Yes."

"Hidden treasures?"

"Most likely."

"Dangerous adversaries for me to vanquish?"

Max grinned. "If you attain adequate strength."

The little dragon straightened himself with renewed pride.

"Then I shall dedicate myself to training."

He then flew closer, settling himself upon Max's magnificent dragon snout.

"But you must remember your promise, Big Brother Max. A true dragon never allows spoken words to be forgotten."

Max emitted a soft chuckle.

"Nor do I."

Finally, Vormir inclined his head with a palpable sense of reluctance.

"Very well. I shall return to the Dimension of Spirit for the time being."

With a subtle exertion of power, Max re-established the dimensional connection. A gentle luminescence enveloped the little dragon.

Vormir dissipated from the open sky and subsequently materialized within the confines of the Dimension of Spirit.

Prior to his complete disappearance, he projected one final proclamation.

"Inform everyone that I returned by my own volition!"

Max erupted into laughter upon hearing this declaration.

He then directed his gaze toward the infinite horizon, his smile still lingering.

Despite all his braveness and his youthful arrogance, the little dragon had, in a short span, become something deeply cherished by him.

Subsequently, Max maintained his true dragon form for an extended duration, continuing his aerial journeys through the expansive skies of Orion.

Now that all immediate threats had receded, he allowed himself to fully embrace and experience the profound power inherent in his true black dragon form. He soared above unending mountain ranges, traversed desolate plains bearing the scars of ancient conflicts, and glided over vast oceans that mirrored his colossal shadow like a celestial body in motion.

Each movement coursed through him with an overwhelming surge of might.

When his wings beat, tempests materialized in his wake. When he plunged earthward, the air itself seemed to fracture audibly around his form. When he ascended through the cloud layers, the sunlight glinted off his scales like obsidian metal, meticulously forged by the heavens themselves.

Innumerable creatures dwelling below scattered in sheer panic the instant they detected his presence. Certain ancient beings, concealed within dense forests or deep caverns, merely granted a fleeting outward glance before retreating further into obscurity.

It appeared that even the very atmosphere of Orion paid homage to his formidable passage.

With joyous abandon, Max reveled in the newfound power of his dragon form, his laughter echoing as he navigated the heavens. He pierced through tumultuous thunderclouds and soared around colossal mountain peaks, simply indulging in the sheer capability of his transformed self.

However, as time wore on, the initial exhilaration began to subside.

There were still pressing matters that required his attention.

With a decisive turn in mid-air, Max charted a course back towards the desolate expanse of Dragon Death Valley.

The dreaded forbidden zone soon reappeared in his sight, its immense chasm upon the world still shrouded in a thick, oppressive mist reminiscent of its draconic inhabitants. He descended towards the heart of the valley, the very spot where the ancient black dragon's corpse had once rested.

That colossal carcass was no more.

In its place lay a vast, desolate basin of fractured earth and swirling dust, a stark monument to his consumption.

Halting his flight above the ravaged center, Max cast a final, lingering look around the desolate landscape before dispelling his draconic transformation.

The gargantuan black dragon form began to diminish at an astonishing rate.

Majestic wings folded inwards, dissolving into trails of black essence. Translucent scales retracted, vanishing beneath his skin. Enormous limbs compressed, shrinking back to their human proportions. The primal draconic aura, once overwhelming, receded, settling deep within his bloodline.

In mere moments, Max stood once more in his familiar human guise.

Yet, an unmistakable aura of draconic majesty still clung to him.

His gaze sharpened, his physique grew noticeably sturdier, and each fluid movement was imbued with a latent, formidable draconic power.

He gently flexed his fingers, a subtle smile gracing his lips.

"A most useful ability," he murmured.

Wasting no further time, Max commenced his departure from the valley's core region.

With the dragon's remains removed, the suffocating draconic miasma that had permeated the area had significantly lessened. While traces of corruption lingered, they were no longer the overwhelming terror they once were. Coupled with the potent effects of Keeper's Dominion and his reinforced bloodline, the journey back presented far less difficulty.

He traversed the core region swiftly, then re-entered the inner sanctum of the valley.

Numerous draconic beasts, detecting his presence, instinctively recoiled. Some quaked violently, as if recognizing a dominant ruler of their bloodline. Others prostrated themselves upon the ground, too intimidated to make a sound.

Max paid them little mind.

He pressed onward through the contorted terrain, navigated the treacherous, unstable zones of the middle region, and finally, emerged once more into the welcoming expanse of the outer region.

Several minutes later, he stood free from the oppressive confines of Dragon Death Valley.