Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1304 Majestic Temple

"We won't be going to any of these inheritance grounds," Max declared with a calm but firm authority. "Our goal is only the Celestial Beast Temple, and so we are moving forward."

Behind him, the rest of the group nodded their agreement without a second thought. While the inheritance grounds possessed immense power, the rewards would be minimal and the risks extreme for those lacking the proper bloodlines. It was pointless to squander their time here when their actual destination lay further ahead.

Once the choice was finalized, the Elder resumed his position at the front, guiding the party onward. This concluding leg of the trek pushed everyone's physical and mental limits. The land became increasingly treacherous, the atmospheric pressure intensified, and hostile encounters occurred more frequently.

Thanks to the Elder's deep understanding of this world's rhythm, he could detect faint atmospheric shifts and changes in spatial pressure. Such details would have been completely missed by anyone unfamiliar with these paths.

Consequently, their movement remained disciplined and steady. Even though the domain felt heavy and ominous, they managed to avoid the fatal traps and lethal killing zones that had historically claimed the lives of many cultivators.

However, their progress was not entirely unchallenged. As they penetrated deeper into the domain, several swarms of winged beasts plummeted from the purple skies. These monsters looked like twisted avian forms shaped from solidified energy, possessing wings sharp enough to slice through solid rock and shrieks that could shatter a cultivator's focus. Whenever they struck, Max and his companions countered instantly.

Max’s blade whistled through the air with surgical accuracy, while Lucien and the squad leaders launched synchronized strikes to annihilate the creatures before the group could be swamped. These skirmishes were swift and one-sided, acting more as a reminder of the domain's inherent hostility than a legitimate threat to their journey.

Following this strategy, they pushed deeper, traversing the ancient territory layer by layer. Eventually, the Phoenix inheritance ground emerged. Vast expanses of charred earth rolled out before them, where flickering embers of crimson fire still danced in the air, proving that the Phoenix’s flame refused to be extinguished even after eons.

The stifling heat pressed down on the group, causing sweat to pour down their faces and forcing them to circulate their spiritual energy more rapidly just to survive. They did not linger. The Elder steered them around the heart of the inheritance ground, bypassing areas where the pressure fluctuated dangerously, allowing them to pass through safely.

It wasn't long before the Azure Dragon inheritance ground appeared in the distance. Great mountain peaks wound across the landscape like the coiled spine of a slumbering dragon, while bolts of azure lightning arced across both the heavens and the earth.

The roar of thunder was constant here, vibrating through the very bones of the travelers. On several occasions, bolts of lightning crashed down dangerously near the party, requiring everyone to stay sharp and ready to react.

Max took point to neutralize the most violent electrical surges, cutting through the lightning with measured precision so the team could advance. Though the effort was draining, they continued one step at a time until the draconic territory was behind them.

Later, they bypassed the Black Tortoise Inheritance Ground, a region of such crushing gravity that the unprepared would be flattened instantly. Every one of these zones pulsed with incredible power, but the group never slowed their pace or let their focus wander.

Even with the Elder’s expert navigation, the trip was exhausting. The need for constant alertness on the narrow stone paths, combined with the crushing aura and the sporadic beast attacks, slowly ate away at their endurance. Nevertheless, they marched on, refusing to give in to fatigue.

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime of traveling through this hostile dimension, the surroundings began to shift. The violet sky grew dark, the various stone paths merged into a single massive bridge, and a primal pressure far heavier than anything they had encountered before bore down on them.

At the far end of the bridge stood a massive edifice enveloped in a dim, shimmering radiance. The mere silhouette of the building was enough to strike the group dumb. This was no mere inheritance ground. This was the ultimate destination of every trail within the secret domain.

They had arrived at the Celestial Beast Temple.

The Celestial Beast Temple loomed before them like a monument born of myth, grand and hallowed, emitting an aura of authority that struck at the core of their souls. It did not appear to be constructed on the earth but seemed to emerge from the fabric of space itself, as if the Four Divine Beasts had bent reality to create its foundation.

The walls of the temple were crafted from a mysterious celestial stone that constantly changed hues—shifting from moonlight silver to rich jade, then to crimson and azure, reflecting the core essences of its four creators.

Ancient runes drifted across the walls like slow-moving tides; they were alive yet disciplined, each symbol containing laws so complex that a mere glance caused a sharp ache in the mind.

Four massive statues stood at the temple's front, each one a perfect representation of one of the Divine Beasts in their full glory.

The Azure Dragon wound its way up a massive pillar, its scales carved with lightning motifs that pulsed softly, as if holding back a storm.

The Golden Phoenix soared above the entrance in a state of perpetual rebirth, its feathers sculpted with such detail that they looked ready to burst into flame.

To one side, the White Tiger was poised to spring, muscles taut and teeth bared, the very definition of martial spirit and cold judgment.

Opposite it, the Black Tortoise sat massive and unshakable, its shell etched with the laws of time and endurance, radiating a weight comparable to the oceans and mountains combined.

The entrance was not a physical door but a titanic gate of woven energies—a boundary where bloodline, will, and space converged. The air in front of it was eerily still, yet every breath felt suffocating, as if the temple required a show of respect before permitting entry.

This was no place for common looters or the greedy. It was a holy site and a proving ground, established by the Four Divine Beasts to guard their final legacy and perhaps a secret even older than they were.

Standing in its presence, a single truth became clear to all. This temple was not a place to be conquered; it was a place that judged who was worthy to proceed.

Gazing at the magnificent structure, the entire group was stunned. Its uniqueness was beyond comprehension.

"I wonder how the supreme being who sealed Mark's soul knew of this place?" Max whispered. "Did he have some relations with the Four Divine Beasts?"