Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1303 The First Inheritance Ground

Max prepared to intervene, but another figure moved first. Aden raised his hand as brilliant golden flames spiraled around his limb. This summoned fire was radiant and pure, possessing a strength far beyond the heat carried by the bats. Taking a deep breath to concentrate his power, Aden swung his arm in a massive, sweeping motion.

A wave of golden fire erupted forward in a broad formation. The moment it collided with the flaming bats, their inferior flames were instantly snuffed out. The creatures dissolved into shimmering dust particles as the golden fire continued its march across the sky.

The wall of fire expanded until it consumed nearly the entire swarm. In a matter of seconds, thousands of bats were silently incinerated, leaving behind only drifting golden embers that slowly vanished into the darkness.

Seraphina lowered her protective barrier and let out a heavy sigh of relief. "Your fire really is on a different level," she remarked, shaking her head. "These things were numerous, but they were merely born from basic flame essence. Your golden flame devoured them completely."

Aden extinguished the golden fire on his hand and returned to the group's formation. "This area was a nest, not a place for rest. Those fissures were concealing their eggs, and our presence must have woken them. Had we walked through carelessly, they would have swarmed us before we even noticed."

Max scanned the surroundings once more. The stone platform was littered with the charred remains of melted shells and fading golden sparks. Movement had ceased entirely. Silence returned to the region, though it felt more ominous than before.

"We cannot afford to underestimate anything here," Max said softly, turning toward the paths that stretched into the violet horizon. "If the entrance is already teeming with creatures of this magnitude, the deeper areas will certainly not be peaceful. Stay alert. This place was designed to test the bloodlines of divine beasts. Expect challenges at every turn."

As the team prepared to venture further along the branching stone trails, Max looked toward the Elder who served as the official guide for the Four God Nation.

"You take the lead," Max commanded calmly.

The Elder appeared momentarily startled. "Lord Max, given your skills—especially your knack for sensing danger from a distance—I thought you would want to lead us yourself."

Max shook his head in disagreement. "I can sense threats, but sensing danger is not the same as understanding the behavior of this realm. You have traveled these paths many times. You know which areas are mere illusions, which paths are endless loops, and which regions harbor monsters that must not be provoked. Familiarity with the territory is a power of its own."

The Elder bowed his head slightly in respect. "It is true that I have led the geniuses of the Four God Nation through these trails for many years. While the realm shifts occasionally, its temperament remains the same. I can identify where danger slumbers and which spots invite unnecessary trouble."

"Exactly," Max answered with a faint smile. "So, we will follow you. It is wiser to trust one who has walked these roads than to assume we can simply brute-force our way through every obstacle."

Freya nodded in agreement beside him. "Max is right. Even the most powerful warrior can be trapped if they don't understand the land. We should utilize the guide's experience. Our strength will be needed once we reach the inheritance grounds."

The guide adjusted his robe and offered a bow. "Very well. I shall lead with the greatest caution. Every step here requires care. Many places that seem safe are actually forbidden zones. Straying too close could wake creatures that are better left sleeping."

Max gestured toward the glowing stone path ahead. "Then show us the way."

The guide took the lead with measured strides, his eyes scanning the environment with the confidence of someone who understood the hidden laws of this world. Max followed silently behind, trusting the Elder to navigate the complex maze of paths drifting in the violet sky.

As they traveled, the group began to see the wisdom in Max's choice. They bypassed areas that seemed tranquil but throbbed with concealed peril. They steered clear of regions filled with faint mist, which the guide warned could rot a Cultivator's soul.

They moved along the edges of zones where distant echoes suggested massive beasts were sleeping in the void. Every path the guide chose ensured the group avoided pointless battles.

Max's judgment proved correct. The Elder from the Four God Nation, a guide with years of accumulated knowledge who had traversed these routes many times, led the group through the labyrinthine stone paths.

Even though Max possessed the Three Dimensional Body and could detect threats from afar, he recognized a vital truth. In a realm forged by divine beasts and filled with ancient traps, instinct is no substitute for the experience of a seasoned traveler.

The guide knew which shimmering voids were harmless tricks and which ones hid predators. He was aware of regions where the silence masked deadly domains full of traps.

Consequently, Max allowed him to lead while he observed the surroundings quietly from the rear.

During their journey, the party passed several areas that looked peaceful. However, thanks to the guide’s warnings, they never entered them. Some spots were filled with drifting crystals that sparkled beautifully.

The guide explained that these were remnants of collapsed spatial cages that had trapped explorers in the past. Other areas held a gentle white fog that seemed innocent but would slowly destroy a Cultivator's soul if inhaled.

While Max could sense the danger from these places, the guide’s expertise allowed them to bypass the trouble without having to risk a confrontation.

There were also sections of the secret domain where roars echoed from the darkness. The stone beneath them vibrated whenever those sounds rang out. The guide noted that these were the territories of massive beasts that never left their nests but would attack anything within earshot.

By avoiding these echoing zones and taking detours, the group passed through without disturbing the sleeping monsters. Max acknowledged to himself that, despite his powers, he would have wasted much more time investigating these areas without the guide's local expertise. Choosing to follow the Elder provided the group with a swift and efficient passage through lands that would have otherwise hindered them.

Eventually, the environment began to transform. The violet sky turned a deeper shade, marked by faint white streaks that looked like massive claw marks across the firmament. The stone path grew wider and brighter, displaying intricate White Tiger patterns carved into the rock.

A heavy, potent pressure filled the air, causing the hearts of the Cultivators to tighten instinctively. This was not a murderous intent, but rather the natural aura of a supreme beast watching from all sides.

The guide stopped and pointed forward with reverence. "We have reached the first inheritance ground of the Four God Nation. This is the White Tiger Inheritance Ground. Only those with a steadfast heart, a sharp will, and the battle intent of the White Tiger bloodline should enter."

Max looked out over the vast space before them. It was an expansive arena made of white stone. Huge statues of White Tigers guarded the four corners, carved so realistically that their eyes seemed to follow every movement.

The sky above pulsed with silver light, and the atmosphere vibrated with a fierce, subtle energy. The legacy of the White Tiger divine beast endured here in an ancient, stubborn form, and anyone stepping onto this ground would feel its judgment.