Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1310 Confronting the Four Divine Beasts

Four massive, shadowy silhouettes loomed before them, their forms indistinct yet radiating unmistakable power. One figure exuded the overwhelming majesty of a dragon, casting an aura as vast and suffocating as a storm-filled sky. Beside it, another stood wrapped in the noble, searing heat of a phoenix, possessing a presence that was simultaneously purifying and ruinous.

The third entity projected the savage, domineering pressure of a white tiger, sharp and unrelenting in its intensity. Finally, the last figure emanated the ancient, profound stability of a tortoise, as immovable and heavy as the passage of time itself. These were the Four Divine Beasts. No longer possessing fully physical bodies, they had become manifestations of pure authority and will, shaped by centuries of restraint and sacrifice.

In the heart of their formation stood a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties. Despite his youthful looks, his expression was heavy and tranquil, as though he carried the weight of eons upon his back. He held both hands aloft, maintaining a humming spherical forcefield of restrained power. Floating within that shimmering orb were two objects: a dark red crown and a sword.

The crown, once crafted of gold, now pulsed with a deep, malignant crimson light that felt repulsive even from a distance. Next to it, the sword radiated a familiar but disturbing aura—one that Max recognized immediately as a shard of the evil sword.

Max and Lucien traded a quick look before focusing back on the items trapped within the sphere. The truth was instantly clear to them both. That crown belonged to the crownbearer, now twisted and defiled by the True Origin Devil Blood. As for the sword, it served as a sealing anchor rather than a simple weapon, acting as a tool to bind and suppress the crown’s ruinous power.

As Max and Lucien approached, the Four Divine Beasts shifted their focus toward the newcomers. The phoenix spoke first, its resonant voice filled with a weary, flickering warmth. "At last, someone has reached this place."

"Our vigil has lasted far too long," the dragon added, its deep voice rumbling like thunder across the firmament.

Max bypassed the formalities. Locking his gaze onto the young man holding the forcefield, he pointed a finger. "Is he the person responsible for shattering Mark’s soul into three fragments?"

The white tiger moved slightly, its shadowy form rippling as it observed Max with keen interest. "Mark?" it echoed, sounding momentarily puzzled. "If you speak of your crownbearer, then yes. He is the one who divided his soul into three parts and sealed them away, for he was unable to summon him."

The white tiger’s tone grew more somber as it elaborated. "Furthermore, he was unable to return to the Divine Realm. The crown was hemorrhaging an impossible amount of devil energy. Had that power not been contained, your entire world would have been corrupted into something unrecognizable. He remained here by choice, sacrificing his future to ensure the devil energy stayed sealed so that the inhabitants of this world would not perish."

Max’s brow furrowed as he processed the gravity of the situation. His face darkened as he spoke again. "Are you saying that if that True Origin Devil Blood had struck our planet directly, without your intervention, our world would have already become an abomination?"

Silence filled the hall for a moment, punctuated only by the steady, rhythmic pulsing of the crimson crown within its cage, as if the object itself were answering him.

"That is the truth," the tortoise divine beast sighed, its ancient voice carrying the burden of countless years. "We were well aware of the catastrophe a single drop of such blood would inflict upon a mortal world. The moment we detected its descent, the four of us raced to the mortal realm. Regrettably, we were intercepted along the way by four demons seeking the same prize."

It glanced toward the glowing crown before continuing. "A three-way struggle ensued between us four divine beasts, the four demons, and the crownbearer of this realm. We tried to negotiate with the crownbearer, hoping he would step back so we could seal the blood safely, but the demons ensured chaos reigned. They attacked without mercy. When the drop was on the verge of entering the mortal world, we were pushed to the brink. In a desperate move, we forced the blood into the crownbearer’s crown, trusting that its divine authority would suppress or cleanse it. We underestimated the devil blood's potency. The instant it made contact with the crown, the situation spiraled, making the ensuing tragedy unavoidable."

Max’s expression turned grim. The sheer scale of the disaster caused by a mere drop of blood felt like a physical weight on his chest. A single error in judgment had forced an entire world to pay a staggering price.

Lucien eventually broke the silence, voicing a question that had been troubling him. "Where did this devil blood originate?" he inquired. "I’ve heard rumors from the demons about a war between humans and devils in the Divine Realm. They claimed a true devil was killed, and in his final moments, he condensed his lineage into a single drop that fell here."

The dragon divine beast slowly shook its massive head, its eyes solemn. "Conflict between those races is eternal in the Divine Realm, but that specific drop is unrelated to those wars. We, and the demons who came here, were merely low-level warriors back in the Divine Realm. The true source of that blood was never revealed to us. Our instructions were absolute: recover the drop and return it to the Divine Realm. Above all, we were ordered to prevent it from ever touching a mortal world."

Max frowned, his mind clouded by a mix of frustration and confusion. "If the blood was so vital, why weren't higher-ranking beings sent to secure it? If more powerful humans or divine beasts had come, this might have been avoided."

"It is not a question of will," the white tiger divine beast answered, its voice sharp with a hint of bitterness. "It is a matter of physical laws. If a truly transcendent being from the Divine Realm descended here, their mere presence would tear the fabric of this world apart. Their raw energy would shatter the laws of the mortal realm and reduce everything to void. This is why missions in mortal worlds are always given to soldier-level beings. We are strong enough to act, yet weak enough to exist here without destroying everything around us."

The explanation lingered in the air. What had transpired wasn't born solely of evil, but of systemic limitations, rigid orders, and fatal compromises. Yet, the outcome remained the same—a world dragged into ruin because a power that had no business existing there had slipped through the cracks of reality.