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

"None of these inheritance grounds will be our destination," Max declared calmly, his tone saturated with a quiet power. "The Celestial Beast Temple is our sole objective, so we shall continue moving forward."

Those following him gave their assent without a moment's doubt. While the inheritance grounds held immense power, any benefits gained would be meager or even perilous without the appropriate bloodlines. It was pointless to squander their time here when their true goal was still ahead.

Once the choice was finalized, the elder resumed his role at the front, guiding the party deeper into the domain. This concluding leg of the trip pushed everyone’s stamina to its limit. The ground became increasingly volatile, the atmospheric pressure intensified, and dangers emerged with greater frequency.

Thanks to the elder’s deep understanding of this world’s rhythm, he could detect faint atmospheric fluctuations and shifts in spatial weight that would have been invisible to those unfamiliar with these paths.

Consequently, their movement remained disciplined and steady. Even though the environment felt suffocating and ominous, they managed to avoid the fatal traps and sealed death zones that had claimed the lives of many in ages past.

However, their progress was not entirely unchallenged. As they penetrated the inner reaches of the domain, several swarms of avian monsters dived at them from the purple heavens. These beings looked like distorted birds forged from solidified energy; their wings were sharp enough to slice through solid rock, and their shrieks could shatter a cultivator's focus. Each time an assault occurred, Max and his companions struck back instantly.

Max’s sword light cut through the air with surgical accuracy, while Lucien and the team leaders unleashed synchronized strikes that annihilated the creatures before they could encircle the party. These skirmishes were swift and decisive, acting more as a warning that the domain was a living, breathing enemy rather than a true obstacle to their advancement.

Maintaining this momentum, they pushed on, traversing the ancient territory layer by layer. Before long, the Phoenix inheritance ground emerged. Vast expanses of charred earth reached out toward the horizon, where flickering embers of crimson flame still danced in the breeze, as if the Phoenix's fire refused to be extinguished even after eons.

Everyone felt the weight of the oppressive heat, which caused sweat to pour down their faces and forced their spiritual energy to circulate rapidly just to survive the climate. They did not linger. The elder steered them around the heart of the inheritance ground, bypassing areas where the pressure flared violently, allowing them to pass through safely.

Shortly thereafter, the Azure Dragon inheritance ground loomed ahead. Massive mountain chains wound across the landscape like the scales of a slumbering dragon, while bolts of azure lightning arced across both the firmament and the soil.

The constant roar of thunder vibrated through the very bones of the travelers. On several occasions, tendrils of lightning struck dangerously near the party, requiring everyone to stay sharp and ready to react.

Max took the initiative to neutralize the most volatile lightning surges, cleaving through them with refined skill to ensure the group’s safety. Though the effort was draining, they continued their steady march, eventually leaving the draconic territory behind.

Later, they bypassed the Black Tortoise Inheritance Ground, a region of such immense gravity that the pressure alone could pulverize the weak. Each of these zones radiated a staggering aura, yet the group refused to slow their pace or let their focus be diverted by curiosity.

Even with the elder’s expertise, the trek was grueling. The relentless concentration needed to stay balanced on the narrow stone walkways, the heavy aura crushing their bodies, and the sporadic beast attacks gradually wore down their strength. Nevertheless, they pressed on, refusing to give in.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternal trek through this antagonistic space, the surroundings began to transform. The violet heavens grew dark, the various stone paths merged into one expansive bridge, and a primal pressure, far heavier than anything encountered previously, settled upon them.

At the far end of the bridge stood a massive edifice enveloped in a faint, flickering radiance. Its mere silhouette 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 titan born of myth, grand and hallowed, emitting a majesty that weighed directly upon the soul. 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 temple walls were composed of a mysterious celestial stone that cycled through colors—sometimes gleaming like silver moonlight, other times shifting to deep jade, fiery crimson, or sky azure—reflecting the core essence of the four divine creators.

Ancient runes drifted across the surface like slow-moving tides, vibrant yet controlled. Each symbol contained laws so complex that merely staring at them caused one's head to throb.

Guarding the temple's front were four massive statues, each depicting one of the Divine Beasts in their full, majestic forms.

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 hovered above the gates with wings outstretched, captured in a state of perpetual rebirth; its feathers were rendered with such detail they seemed ready to burst into flame.

The White Tiger was coiled to one side, its frame tense and teeth bared, the very definition of combat intent and cold justice.

On the opposite side stood the Black Tortoise, massive and unshakable, its shell etched with the laws of time, protection, and fortitude, projecting a weight comparable to the combination of mountains and seas.

The gateway itself was a colossal portal made of woven energies rather than physical matter—a boundary where bloodline, space, and willpower met. The air in front of it was eerily still, yet every breath felt heavy, as if the temple required a show of respect before permitting passage.

This place was not intended for simple looting or exploration. It was a holy site and a proving ground, established by the Four Divine Beasts to safeguard their final legacy, their supreme inheritance, and perhaps secrets even more ancient than their own existence.

Standing in its shadow, a single truth became clear to all. This temple was not designed to be overtaken. It was designed to judge who was worthy to step past its threshold.

Gazing upon this magnificent temple, the entire group was filled with awe. Its uniqueness was unparalleled.

"I can't help but wonder how the powerful entity who imprisoned Mark's soul knew of this location?" Max whispered to himself. "Could he have had some connection to the Four Divine Beasts?"