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title: "Chapter 1058: Mark’s True Intentions"
slug: "ch-1064"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1064
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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At the same time, Max felt his entire body ignite with unbearable heat, as though every organ inside him was burning under an invisible flame. The pain was so intense that smoke began to rise from his skin, curling into the air as if his very flesh were smoldering. His eyes widened in alarm, and he gritted his teeth to endure it.

’Damn!’ he cursed inwardly. Without hesitation, he forced himself out of his infernal demon state, his fiery aura dissipating in an instant. His long red hair faded back to its natural white, and the agonizing burning sensation vanished like a passing storm. Relief washed over him, but it was accompanied by unease.

’The Bright Buddha Palace truly is a natural deterrent against infernal energy,’ Max thought solemnly. He recalled the words of the first elder of the Bright Buddha Palace, who had once told him that their order was the only force in existence capable of facing evil directly and even eradicating it entirely. Now, experiencing it firsthand, Max realized how terrifyingly true that statement had been.

"Hehe, Mark, you cannot touch the Bright Buddha Palace at all," Damien Xuan, the leader of the Black Tortoise God Nation, said with a sneer. His eyes glimmered with disdain as he watched Mark struggle against the golden light.

"You should abandon this madness," added Victor Whiteclaw, the leader of the White Tiger God Nation, his voice carrying a solemn weight. "The power of the Buddha is one force that even you cannot oppose."

’This is good,’ Max thought as his gaze shifted to the radiant golden figure towering above the palace. With the colossal Buddha pressing its divine might down upon Mark, he was completely suppressed. He could not move against the Bright Buddha Palace no matter how much he desired to.

Yet as Max allowed himself a moment of relief, another thought suddenly struck him like a dagger to the heart. ’Is this the reason why Mark cursed Lenavira? Did he want me to step into the Bright Buddha Palace so I would unknowingly release the demons myself?’

Max’s face turned grim, his expression darkening with realization. The pieces fit together too neatly for coincidence. Mark had been laying his schemes from the very beginning, moving his pawns carefully until the board tilted in his favor. Worst of all, Max understood that he himself had been one of those pawns.

All the leaders stood in a tight formation around Mark, their eyes locked on him with open hostility, yet not one of them made a move to strike. It was not that they lacked the will to attack or the desire to see him destroyed, but rather that they were bound by the same paralyzing fear.

Each of them understood a terrifying truth. Mark could not be killed, and if he truly wished it, every one of them could already be lying dead at his feet. The knowledge of that fact weighed heavily upon them, so even though their hearts burned with hatred, their hands remained still. Not a single leader of the Middle Domain dared to risk provoking him.

A slow, deliberate sound broke the tense silence.

"Clap. Clap. Clap."

Mark’s hands came together with mockery, his smile sharp and filled with malice. "I see that you have prepared for this moment for a very long time," he said in a voice that carried cold amusement. His eyes narrowed, his tone dripping with arrogance. "But none of it matters."

The next instant his figure blurred and vanished. He reappeared behind Max without warning, his movements so swift that even the most seasoned leaders could not track him. His hand extended, fingers outstretched, aiming directly for Max’s neck with lethal intent. The speed was overwhelming, so fast that none of those present could react in time. None, except one.

Within Max’s body, his Three Dimensional Body stirred like a vigilant guardian. It had never relaxed its guard, and the moment Mark appeared at his back, countless alarms surged through his senses. His muscles tensed, his pulse quickened, and a single thought seared through his mind. ’Damn, he is truly after me!’

His mind spun rapidly, instincts and training colliding into a single decision. Before Mark’s fingers could close around his throat, Max summoned the strength of the third level of the Concept of Space.

The world around him warped and twisted as he tore through its fabric. In the blink of an eye his figure dissolved into rippling waves of distortion, and when reality snapped back into place, he was already standing far from his original position, having narrowly avoided Mark’s deadly grasp.

"Oh, you escaped?" Mark sneered, his lips curling into a wild grin as his eyes gleamed with malicious delight. "It seems my little pup has grown stronger."

"He is after Max! Everyone, do not let him reach Max!" Aden, the leader of the Phoenix God Nation, shouted with urgency. His sharp gaze revealed his understanding of the true danger. Mark intended to use Max as the key to release the demons sealed beneath the Bright Buddha Palace. The other leaders, hearing Aden’s words, quickly understood the same terrifying truth.

In the same breath, Aden released a blazing tide of phoenix fire. The flames surged upward like a sea of molten gold, and from within them a majestic phoenix took form, its cry shaking the heavens as it dove toward Mark with its wings blazing.

Alexander Draconis of the Azure Dragon God Nation followed immediately, his voice echoing with the roar of dragons as a colossal azure dragon materialized behind him. The dragon’s scales shimmered like rivers of stars, and its claws raked the void as it charged at Mark, its massive jaws snapping with earth-shattering force.

Victor Whiteclaw, the fierce leader of the White Tiger God Nation, unleashed his power with a feral snarl. His figure blurred, merging with the phantom of a white tiger whose fangs gleamed like ivory blades. The tiger’s roar split the skies as it pounced, its claws sharp enough to rend mountains apart.

Damien Xuan of the Black Tortoise God Nation raised both his hands, and a black tortoise shell manifested, radiating unshakable defense. The air around it thickened, forming chains of earth and water that surged forward to bind Mark, the very weight of the heavens pressing down with every strand.

The combined might of the four leaders shook the world itself. Fire, dragon roars, tiger claws, and tortoise chains collided upon Mark from every direction. The ground quaked, the heavens trembled, and the aura of destruction threatened to annihilate everything caught in the storm.