Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100-Chapter 778: Antique Street

So the three of them set off at once, moving through valleys and forests where the scent of damp leaves hung thick in the air. Along the way, under rustling canopies of green and with sunlight breaking through the leaves in shifting patches, Max took the time to converse more deeply with Gayle and Rose.

It turned out to be a journey full of quiet revelations and exchanges of knowledge. From the siblings, Max learned countless details about the Hundred Battles Region—secrets of its terrain, the shifting alliances of the overlord forces, and stories of great battles and hidden dangers that lay in wait behind seemingly ordinary hills and rivers.

He soaked up the knowledge like a sponge, committing every tidbit to memory, knowing how crucial information could be in this ever-changing landscape of power.

Three days later, as dawn’s pale light crept over the horizon, the trio finally arrived at the outskirts of Misty City. The city sprawled for thousands of miles, shrouded under its perpetual veil of silvery mist that curled and drifted like ghostly tendrils around rooftops and towers.

The fog was delicate at first, a mere translucent curtain over the city streets, casting everything in a dreamlike glow as lantern lights blurred into soft halos.

But as one gazed westward, the fog thickened, turning into dense white walls where sky and earth seemed to dissolve into an endless void of swirling vapor, hiding all shapes and forms as though the city were perched on the edge of the world itself.

Arriving inside the city, the three checked into a hotel, its wooden beams polished by age and countless visitors. The place smelled faintly of herbs and burning oil lamps along with futuristic neon glowing signs.

Tired from the long trek but brimming with thoughts about the coming days, they settled into their rooms, the faint glow of lantern light casting flickering shadows across the walls.

Night slowly fell over Misty City, the fog outside growing thicker and more mysterious by the hour, wrapping the entire city in a silent embrace.

Max, determined not to waste a single moment, slipped quietly into his Dimension of Time as soon as he settled into his room for the night. Inside that isolated, timeless space, he launched himself headlong into rigorous training, alternating between fierce repetitions of the Immemorial Dragon Elephant Fist Art and meticulous practice of the Invisibility Cloak skill.

Every strike of his fist roared through the still air of his private dimension, his muscles straining as he forced his body to memorize the precise movements of the Dragon Sovereign Sky-Soar Fist, the Elephant Tyrant Mountain-Crushing Fist, and finally the cataclysmic Dragon-Elephant World Annihilation Fist. Sweat poured down his face and soaked through his clothes, but he ignored it all, eyes burning with intense focus.

Equally, he poured effort into the Invisibility Cloak skill, channeling vital essence again and again, feeling the subtle ripples of concealment begin to solidify around him, though he knew it was far from perfect yet.

He understood all too well that with the coming clash over Lord Kome’s secret cave, and the inevitable presence of 3-star geniuses from powerful factions like the Absolute Sword Palace, Eternal Sun Guild, Mountain Gods Valley, and Void Soul Tower, the entire affair would be teetering on a knife’s edge. In such circumstances, only overwhelming strength—or the ability to slip away unseen—would truly keep him safe.

He considered his own standing honestly. With his current power, he knew he could dominate peak Champion Rank experts without much strain. But the Legend Rank? That was uncharted territory. He’d never faced a Legend Rank opponent directly, and he wasn’t arrogant enough to assume he could win without testing himself.

He was aware that Gayle and Rose, though powerful in their own right, were also at the peak of Champion Rank, which meant that if Legend Rank fighters decided to intervene during their expedition, things could spiral out of control. Yet they all knew that a chance to claim the inheritance from a ten-thousand-year-old Divine Rank expert wasn’t the sort of opportunity they could simply let slip by.

When the night finally ebbed into morning, Max left the Dimension of Time feeling a quiet surge of progress, though there was still so much more to refine. He rose early, the first rays of dawn breaking through the pale fog swirling outside the windows, and decided to explore Misty City a bit further.

His steps carried him toward Antique Street, a place spoken of in low, eager voices among locals and travelers alike. The street was a maze of weathered stalls and small shops, their wooden signs creaking softly in the breeze, each one stacked high with mysterious trinkets, rusted weapons, ancient scrolls, fragments of talismans, and all manner of artifacts, both genuine and counterfeit.

Here, the air smelled of old parchment, sandalwood, and the faint, metallic tang of aged treasures. Buyers and sellers haggled in murmurs, while the crowd moved slowly, eyes darting for the gleam of hidden fortunes among dusty wares.

Max weaved his way between the stalls, his Three Dimensional Body scanning everything around him with practiced precision. He knew that sometimes, real treasures lay hidden in plain sight among piles of worthless junk, waiting only for someone with sharp eyes—and sharp instincts—to claim them.

’The fog is still here today,’ Max mused as he stepped out onto the bustling streets of Misty City, watching pale tendrils of mist curl around tiled roofs and ancient eaves, shrouding the towering city walls in a white, dreamlike veil.

It was said that centuries ago, Misty City’s skies were as clear as glass, but everything changed after a cataclysmic battle between super strong cultivators whose ferocious clash distorted the very fabric of the heavens and the earth.

Since that day, the fog had become a permanent resident, rolling in like a ghostly tide every dawn and lingering stubbornly through dusk, giving Misty City its name and an air of perpetual secrecy.

In the thick fog, visibility dwindled to only a few feet ahead, and shapes twisted into illusions, making it almost impossible to discern friend from foe.