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title: "Chapter 1056: Lady Divine’s Secret"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1062
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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Max’s body followed her like a magnet pulled by an invisible force. The rune dragged him into the sky, his speed surpassing anything he had ever achieved on his own. The wind screamed past him as the ground blurred below.

His chest rose and fell with sharp, controlled breaths as the eastern horizon came into view. His heart was not racing because of fear. Fear had no place in him anymore. What coursed through him was a deeper fire, one born of rage, guilt, and a thirst for vengeance that had grown sharper with every battle.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

If anyone asked him whom he hated most in this world, the answer would not be the demons. He hated them with every fiber of his being, but before the demons had resurfaced, there was one name already etched onto his killing list. That name was Mark.

The wind tore against his face as his figure streaked across the sky, pulled by Lady Divine’s rune. Each passing second fed his fury, until it felt like his very blood was boiling. His fists clenched tightly as memories of the Mourning Depths, of the infernal tattoo, of every corrupted step Mark had forced upon him flashed in his mind.

Minutes later, the Bright Buddha Palace came into view. Unlike the grand sects or mighty fortresses of the Middle Domain, the palace looked like a tranquil sanctuary.

A sprawling garden stretched across rolling hills, dotted with stone abodes and wooden halls. Trees swayed gently, their leaves shimmering in golden light. Small streams wound between the abodes, their waters calm and unbroken. The entire place seemed built to embody peace, as though untouched by the chaos raging across the world.

But above this calm floated a figure who defiled its very meaning.

Mark stood in the sky, his long black hair flowing in the wind, his crimson eyes glowing with a sinister light. His presence twisted the air itself. Where the Bright Buddha Palace radiated serenity, Mark exuded suffocating dread. Around him, infernal energy churned like a storm, polluting the sacred aura of the palace. The tranquil gardens below trembled under his mere existence.

Arrayed around him were the elders of the Bright Buddha Palace, their golden robes glowing faintly as they maintained formation. Each elder carried the weight of centuries, their expressions calm yet laced with tension as they stood in the shadow of Mark’s power.

Despite their serenity, beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, proof of the crushing aura pressing against them.

And they were not the only ones present. Three figures stood alongside the Bright Buddha elders, each of them exuding the authority of an entire god nation. These were the heads of the other three nations that made up the Four God Nation.

One figure radiated the brilliance of thunder, his eyes sharp like a tiger. Another carried the majesty of a dragon, his body resembling an unmovable mountain. The third emanated the serenity of water, calm yet unfathomable. Together, they were the counterparts to Aden Fireborne, the leaders of their respective god nations.

Max’s eyes locked on Mark instantly. His entire being screamed to leap forward and strike, to cut down the source of his torment and hatred. Every thought in his head turned red as he stared at the man whose existence had ruined his path since the very beginning.

The skies above the Bright Buddha Palace trembled under the weight of Mark’s presence. His infernal energy spread across the sacred grounds like an ink spill over pristine white paper, tainting the golden aura of the palace with a suffocating crimson haze. His black hair swayed in the wind, and his crimson eyes glowed with an unholy light as he surveyed the gathered figures.

Then, slowly, his gaze fell upon Lady Divine. A smile crept across his lips, a smile that made the hearts of even the calmest elders twist with unease. His voice, low and smooth, carried across the silent air. "Lady Divine... Quite the name you made for yourself. You look just as radiant as the day I first laid eyes on you." His tone shifted, playful and cruel at once. "Do you remember, child? When you were nothing but a little girl, I carved the first infernal demon tattoo into your body. You were my first experiment."

Lady Divine’s body stiffened, her calm expression breaking for the first time. The elders of the Bright Buddha Palace turned toward her in shock. Whispers spread like wildfire as their disbelief clashed with the truth in Mark’s words.

Mark’s smile widened as he continued. "It was because you survived, because you endured that hell and inherited that tattoo, that I was able to move forward with my plans in the Mourning Depths. Without you, there would have been no foundation. Without you, there would have been no continuation." He chuckled lightly, his words dripping with mock gratitude. "I should thank you, truly. Without your survival... none of this would have been possible. Without you, and without him..."

Everyone was shocked. They had no idea about this at all. All they knew was that Lady Divine was well versed in infernal energy and controlling them but only now did they understood, there was a far darker history to that.

Mark’s crimson eyes shifted. They locked onto Max.

The air grew heavier. Max’s white hair lifted in the wind, his crimson pupils narrowing as his killing intent rose like a tide. The two locked gazes, and the world seemed to shrink until only they remained.

"Max," Mark said, his voice deep and calm, yet carrying the weight of history between them. "It has been years since I last saw you. Years since you stood trembling in the Mourning Depths." His smile remained, cruel and mocking. "And now... I see you have made quite a name for yourself in the Middle Domain."

Max’s fists clenched, his aura beginning to ripple around him.

Mark tilted his head slightly, his voice curling with amusement. "I also heard you have been using my gift very well. That infernal tattoo carved into your soul... It suits you. I created it, after all. To see you wield it so well, to see you climb so high with it... it pleases me more than you know."

The words hung in the air, heavy, poisonous, and sharp enough to cut through even the golden serenity of the Bright Buddha Palace.

Max’s lips curved into a sneer, his crimson pupils glowing like molten embers. His voice cut through the air, sharp and laced with mockery. "Your infernal demon tattoo?"

His aura erupted in an instant. The shift was immediate and violent. His once white hair burned into a deep crimson shade, whipping in the wind as infernal energy poured from his body in waves.

The tranquil air above the Bright Buddha Palace shattered under the pressure, the golden serenity collapsing beneath the suffocating tide of darkness. The flames of infernal energy twisted around him like serpents, hissing as they coiled, warping the very space around him.

Mark’s smile remained, but his eyes narrowed faintly, catching every detail.

Max stepped forward in the air, his voice carrying with eerie calmness, though his aura screamed rage. "Can you still sense the infernal energy tattoo?" His tone dripped with ridicule, each word a blade. His eyes bored into Mark’s with the fury of a thousand storms.