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title: "Chapter 827: Snow Spirit Flower"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 833
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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Max silently restrained his aura using his green soul and stepped into the icy valley where the screams were heard and the rainbow light was shown.

Though called a valley, it resembled more of a frozen battlefield—an expansive glacier surrounded by jagged walls of ice, with sharp cones jutting out like spears and the ground slick like polished crystal.

The cold bit at his skin, but it wasn’t the frost that made him pause—it was the heavy, violent pressure in the air. As he scanned the area, the scene before him was bathed in carnage.

Five or six massive snow bears, each at least the size of small trucks, lay dead across the ground, their white fur soaked red and their bodies mangled. Trails of blood led deeper into the valley, where more snow bear corpses could be seen scattered like discarded rags.

Following the trail, Max’s gaze locked onto the chaos unfolding near the mouth of a large snow cave. More than twenty snow bears remained, charging furiously at a single figure standing defiantly between them and the cave’s interior.

The figure was a tall, bronze-skinned young man clad in a yellow battle robe, gripping a massive iron rod that shimmered with condensed energy. With brutal precision, he crushed skulls, shattered ribs, and sent snow bears flying.

Each swing of his iron staff created sonic booms and shattered ice beneath his feet. Blood stained his robe, but his expression was wild—ecstatic, fearless, almost enjoying the slaughter.

Max’s eyes narrowed. That strength, that rod technique, and that attire—it could only mean one thing. He was from the Mountain Gods Valley, a faction known for producing warriors who cultivated strength through sheer brute force and body refinement.

Max had heard rumors of their brutality and unwavering courage, but seeing it firsthand was different. This warrior—Mack, he soon learned—was impressively at the 6th level of Legend Rank, but he held his own against a tide of equally ranked snow bears, and with frightening ease.

Suddenly, a voice echoed from the snow cave behind Mack, urgent and strained: "Brother Mack, there is indeed a Snow Spirit Flower here, but the Snow Bear King is inside. I am no match for him. Come and help me."

The moment "Snow Spirit Flower" was mentioned, both Max and Mack reacted instinctively. Mack’s eyes gleamed like a beast who had smelled prey.

With a powerful swing that knocked back several charging snow bears, he roared and dove straight into the cave, his iron rod spinning like a whirlwind. The surviving snow bears roared in unison and gave chase, charging after him into the depths of the snow cave with thunderous momentum.

Max’s expression sharpened. The Snow Spirit Flower—one of the rarest treasures in Azure Wolf Mountain—was now confirmed to be real. But with the Snow Bear King still inside and Mack already engaged, Max knew things were about to get even more chaotic.

Max silently slipped into the cave, each step calculated and quiet, his aura still restrained by the green soul, blending seamlessly with the cold mist and shadows. His eyes shimmered with a mix of curiosity and greed.

The Snow Spirit Flower—he had only read about it in ancient records—was a mythical spiritual herb known for its ability to enhance the soul. Soul stat was very mysterious and not many treasures could improve one’s soul and this flower could be greatly boosted by consuming just one.

For someone like Max, who already had a green soul, this flower could help him achieve a breakthrough to blue soul. He hadn’t expected to find one here—let alone multiple.

The snow cave was wider than he anticipated, with a ceiling lost in shadows and rows of sharp stalagmites lining both sides of the path like natural spears.

Surprisingly, many of them glowed with faint blue and white light, illuminating the cave in a soft, ethereal hue that made the battle inside clearly visible.

In the heart of the cavern, Max saw the fierce scene unfolding. Senior Brother Mack and another Mountain Gods Valley cultivator were locked in a brutal fight against a horde of snow bears. At the center of it all was the Snow Bear King—a monstrous beast nearly three meters tall, covered in thick white fur that shimmered like frost-coated armor.

Its roars echoed like thunder, and each swipe of its massive claws created howling gales. Its strength was overwhelming, easily on par with a newly advanced 7th level Legend Rank, yet it held its ground like a creature born to rule ice and snow.

The two Mountain Gods Valley experts, though seasoned and ferocious, were being pushed back. Their iron rods clashed with the beast’s claws and blocked its charge, but they couldn’t pierce its thick hide. Their expressions were grim, sweat freezing on their brows.

While they fought desperately, Max’s eyes were drawn past the beast to the source of a beautiful, dazzling light. There, nestled in a frost-covered groove behind the Snow Bear King, were five Snow Spirit Flowers. Each one was about the size of a bowl, with translucent, snowflake-like petals that glowed faintly with swirling starlight.

The patterns on the petals shimmered like constellations in the night sky, giving the illusion that they had been plucked from the heavens themselves. Their brilliance lit up that part of the cave, untouched by the violence ahead. Max’s heart skipped a beat—five of them.

That alone could completely transform his soul foundation. He could absorb one now, store the others, or even synthesize them with his abilities later.

But his joy was short-lived as the reality of the situation set in. The Snow Bear King was no ordinary beast, and the two men from Mountain Gods Valley were powerful enemies on their own.

If Max tried to interfere directly, he’d draw all their attention. Not to mention, with dozens of snow bears still lingering in the cave, the moment he acted recklessly, he’d likely be surrounded.

Still, Max didn’t panic. He stood hidden in the shadows near the mouth of the cave, lips curling slightly into a thoughtful smirk. The battle was fierce, and even though the Snow Bear King was newly advanced to the 7th level, his natural defense was terrifying.