Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1294 Secrets of the Temple

Once the meeting concluded, a unanimous consensus was reached by all parties. The secret domain belonging to the Four God Nation would be unsealed in exactly seven days. There was no room for further stalling, debate, or second-guessing.

Time was draining away at an alarming rate, and the expanding crimson cloud served as a grim reminder that they no longer possessed the luxury of hesitation. These final seven days were to be dedicated to amassing power, centering their spirits, and bracing for the mysteries hidden within that primordial realm.

Regarding the roster for the expedition, the leaders decreed that only the most elite and influential figures would be granted entry. This group comprised the high authorities of the Four God Nation, the Seven Overlord Forces, the two major organizations, and several individuals hand-picked by Max himself.

Among those chosen were the seven squad leaders who had seen massive growth under Max's tutelage, along with a few other prodigies Max had noted during the demon hunt in Nullaria. Their latent potential, bravery, and quick thinking had earned them a spot in this high-stakes mission.

Each selected candidate was notified of the arrangement, giving them a full week to ready their physical bodies, mental state, and gear for the impending journey.

The secret domain was not entirely a mystery to those in the Middle Domain. For generations, members of the Four God Nation had ventured inside. The portal would manifest every few years, allowing authorized teams to explore regions overflowing with ancient Cultivation energy.

These past expeditions had always yielded precious treasures, forgotten techniques, and spiritual legacies that had bolstered the Four God Nation and its allies for centuries. To many cultivators, the domain was viewed as a holy gift bequeathed by their ancestors.

However, deep within that expansive territory lay a site that almost everyone feared to approach: The Celestial Beast Temple. It stood as the most heavily fortified location in the domain, encased in layers of natural pressure and intricate formations that even the most seasoned experts of the Four God Nation were unable to crack.

Since its initial discovery, the temple had remained a complete enigma. Its existence was well-known, as was the fact that it predated the secret domain itself, yet its internal secrets remained entirely untouched.

When Max inquired why centuries of exploration had not led anyone inside, the explanation provided by the Four God Nation leaders caused a heavy silence to fall over the room. It wasn't that no one had ever attempted to enter the Celestial Beast Temple.

On the contrary, many gifted cultivators, fueled by greed or curiosity, had tried to cross its threshold. The issue was that not a single person had ever returned. Every individual who stepped through the temple's gates simply vanished.

Their life force would be cut off from sensing arrays, their spiritual signatures would evaporate, and their communication talismans would fall dead. Even the most advanced scouting formations at the entrance could detect nothing once a person moved inside. It was as if the temple completely severed all ties to the external world.

For generations, leaders had speculated whether the temple housed incredible wealth or unspeakable horrors. It was all guesswork. Some theorized it was a trial ground meant to test the worthiness of those inheriting the power of the divine beasts.

Others suspected it was a grand mausoleum, a remnant of ancient wars where the echoes of divine power still pulsed. A few even feared it served as a sealed prison for an entity that must never be set free.

Now, for the first time in history, the Celestial Beast Temple would not be approached by treasure hunters. Instead, it would be faced by warriors shouldering the destiny of their entire world.

In one week, the chosen few would walk into a place from which no soul had ever emerged.

Whether they would shatter this eternal cycle or simply become another silent chapter in the temple's history remained an open question.

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Currently, Max was positioned deep within the Lower Domain, inside the Tower of Truth. The ancient edifice surrounded him in silence, its walls flickering with inscriptions that predated most civilizations on Acaris. Max sat in a cross-legged posture within the tower's hidden meditation suite, a chamber vibrating with pure, stagnant spiritual Qi. He had just emerged from several hours in the Dimension of Time, where days felt like mere seconds and reflection could continue without end. Opening his eyes, a look of focused gravity took hold of his features. He understood that the window for quiet thought had closed.

"Xolo, come here," Max summoned in a low voice.

A soft sound rippled through the air, reminiscent of a breeze over a calm lake.

Whish.

A golden figure took shape in front of him, manifesting as a tall man with glowing sigils across his skin. Xolo, the spirit of the Tower of Truth, lowered his head in a respectful bow. His aura had always provided a sense of permanence and ancient wisdom that went beyond common comprehension.

"How may I serve you?" Xolo inquired, his voice echoing softly within the room.

Max studied him intently. "Xolo, you must be aware of the red cloud disaster currently consuming the world." His expression turned grim as he spoke further. "This isn't a natural event. It is a Devouring Spirit. These entities hop between worlds, eating everything in their path to sate a bottomless void. This one has already targeted our planet, and eventually, Acaris will be entirely consumed. When that happens, everything will be wiped out, this tower included."

He hesitated briefly before continuing. "Because of that, I was considering... perhaps I can relocate you to a safer place. Maybe another dimension, a different vessel, or a storage world until we find a way to stop this."

Xolo stayed quiet for a moment, appearing to process the weight of Max's proposition. Eventually, he gave a slow nod. "I have sensed it," he confessed. "The entity you describe has been grinding against the barriers of this world for some time. Its presence intensifies daily, and its reach is expanding faster than most mortals can perceive. If left unchecked, this disaster will swallow the whole world without fail."

Max knitted his brows. "Have you encountered something like this before? Do you know of any way to halt a Devouring Spirit?"