Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1335 Allen Spencer

Max reached the Tower of Truth after spending some quality time with Alice and Lenavira. The suffocating weight of ascension, which had been relentlessly pressing down on his frame, evaporated the moment he crossed the threshold. Finally, he could stand tall and draw a full breath without any restriction.

This relief highlighted the incredible nature of the Tower of Truth; it wasn't merely a site for trials, but a sanctuary that completely neutralized the world's force of ascension. Regardless of how high his Cultivation reached, the world could not force him toward the Divine Realm as long as he stayed within these walls.

Max realized that if he truly desired to postpone his departure forever, he could live out his days here. Though he knew he would never take that cowardly exit, the mere existence of the option provided him with a profound sense of serenity.

He chose to remain inside the Tower of Truth for one more month. Rather than dedicating these days to his Dantian, the comprehension of laws, or further Cultivation, he focused on something far more meaningful. Utilizing his authority over the tower, he invited Alice and Lenavira inside, moving them in and out of the structure at will.

The Tower of Truth—once a cold place of judgment and a destination for elite geniuses—transformed into a lively home during that month. Max spent his afternoons wandering the massive corridors with the two women, uncovering hidden rooms, and finding joy in small things. They shared a peaceful existence that felt almost surreal after the chaos they had survived.

At times, they sat upon the tower’s elevated balconies, staring out into the infinite internal space while discussing their history, their future, and aspirations that no longer seemed out of reach.

On certain days, Max would engage in light sparring with them. He meticulously suppressed his power to correct their techniques and point out flaws in their Meridians, turning their training sessions into a playful activity rather than a grueling chore.

They shared evening meals inside the tower using ingredients brought from the outside world, laughing as if the fate of the entire world had never rested upon Max’s shoulders. Alice’s laughter rang out without the shadow of grief, and Lenavira’s smile grew more radiant with every passing day.

To Max, these quiet moments were far more valuable than any breakthrough in his Dao or any rare treasure, for they served as a reminder of exactly why he had fought so hard to survive.

The month slipped away quietly, vanishing like a beautiful dream that ended too soon. When the hour finally arrived for Max to exit the Tower of Truth and embrace his ascension, his heart was at peace.

That month of warmth and leisure had provided him with a foundation of resolve more solid than any Cultivation level, allowing him to prepare for the Divine Realm without a single regret.

Suddenly, Max’s instincts flared as a strange ripple moved through the world. It was a subtle but absolute shift, carrying a weight of authority that demanded attention. With a soft smile, Max excused himself from Alice and Lenavira, promising a swift return before vanishing from the tower in an instant.

He materialized in a desolate forest where the environment felt unnaturally still, as if every living thing had retreated in fear. No beasts roamed, no birds sang, and even the pulse of life within the earth seemed to have gone dormant.

In the middle of this silent wasteland stood a solitary figure with his back turned to Max. A golden crown sat upon his head, emitting a dignified and calm light that merged perfectly with the surrounding world. Max understood the situation immediately: the crown had at last selected its new master.

Sensing Max’s arrival, the figure turned around without a hint of fear. Their eyes locked, and Max saw a young man he did not recognize. There was no pride or confusion in the stranger's eyes—only a deep sense of purpose and clarity.

As soon as the youth realized who Max was, he dropped to one knee and bowed his head in a gesture of profound respect.

"Lord Max," he greeted him, his voice thick with genuine sincerity.

Max moved quickly to pull him up by the arm, his gaze steady and kind. "What are you doing?" Max asked softly. "You are now the crownbearer of this world. You are a person who was willing to sacrifice your life, your family, and your entire future for the sake of everyone else. You have no reason to kneel before me. Stand tall."

The young man paused for a second before nodding with gravity and straightening his posture. Even then, he radiated a quiet modesty rather than an arrogant confidence.

"What is your name?" Max inquired, noting that the youth looked to be only a few years into his adulthood.

"I am Allen Spencer," the young man answered, offering a respectful and honest smile.

Max nodded in approval. "Allen, tell me, how does it feel to hold the power of a god? Is there any discomfort? Do you feel any darkness or intrusive thoughts within your mind?"

Allen tilted his head, seemingly inspecting his inner self before he spoke. "No. I feel very positive. My mind is calm and clear. It feels like the sky looks after a heavy storm has finally cleared."

Max let out a soft sigh of relief. That response was all the proof he required. The True Origin Devil Blood had been completely purged from the crown.

Suddenly, space rippled as two more figures arrived. Freya and Lucien appeared at the same time, their eyes instantly fixing on the golden crown atop Allen’s head. Surprise flickered across their features for a moment before they turned their gaze back to Max.

"Is he…" Freya started, her voice trailing off in realization.

Max confirmed with a nod. "He is the new crownbearer of this world."

Freya observed Allen intently, her expression softening as she felt the untainted aura of the crown. "He is quite young," she remarked quietly.

Lucien gave a small smile as he looked the boy over. "But if the crown chose him, then there will be no problem."