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

Four massive, shadowy figures loomed before them, their indistinct forms radiating an unmistakable power. One gave off the domineering aura of a dragon, vast and heavy like a storm-filled sky. Another flickered with the noble, searing heat of a phoenix, possessing a presence that was simultaneously purifying and ruinous.

A third figure emitted the savage, overbearing pressure of a white tiger, sharp and unrelenting, while the final one radiated the ancient, deep stability of a tortoise, as unmovable as time itself. These were the Four Divine Beasts. No longer possessing physical bodies, they were now manifestations of authority and will, forged through eons of restraint and sacrifice.

Standing at the center of this formation was a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties. His face was calm, yet he carried a burdened expression as if centuries of history rested upon his shoulders. With both hands raised, he maintained a humming spherical forcefield of restrained power. Floating within that barrier were a sword and a dark red crown.

Though the crown had once been golden, it now pulsed with a deep, malignant crimson light that felt repulsive even from a distance. The sword beside it emitted a familiar, unsettling aura that Max recognized immediately as a shard of the evil sword.

Max and Lucien traded a quick look before focusing back on the items inside the sphere. The situation was clear to both of them. That was the crownbearer's golden crown, now corrupted and twisted by the True Origin Devil Blood. The sword was not just a weapon; it served as a sealing anchor, a tool crafted to bind and suppress the crown's ruinous influence.

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

"Our wait has been far too long," the dragon added, its voice echoing with the depth of rolling thunder across the heavens.

Max skipped the pleasantries. Locking his gaze onto the young man holding the forcefield, he pointed a finger. "Is he the one who divided Mark's soul into three parts?"

The white tiger moved slightly, its shadowy form rippling as it observed Max with sharp curiosity. "Mark?" it echoed, sounding somewhat confused. "If you mean your crownbearer, then yes. He was the one who split his soul into three and sealed them away, as he was unable to call him."

The white tiger’s voice became more somber as it went on. "However, returning to the Divine Realm was impossible for him. The crown was radiating an unbearable amount of devil energy. Had that energy not been contained and stifled, your entire world would have suffered a corruption beyond all recognition. He stayed behind for that reason, sacrificing his future to ensure the devil energy remained sealed and the inhabitants of this world were not wiped out."

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

Silence filled the hall for a moment. Inside the forcefield, the crimson glow of the crown pulsed steadily, as if providing a silent answer to his query.

"That is the truth," the tortoise divine beast stated with a heavy sigh, its ancient voice carrying the burden of countless years. "We were aware of the catastrophe a single drop of that blood would inflict upon a mortal world. The moment we detected its descent, the four of us hurried to the mortal realm without a second thought. Unfortunately, we were blocked halfway by four demons who shared the same goal."

It glanced briefly at the crimson crown before continuing. "A three-way struggle ensued between the four of us, the four demons, and the crownbearer of this world. We tried to negotiate with the crownbearer, hoping to persuade him to step back so we could seal the blood safely, but the demons refused to let that happen. Their relentless attacks turned everything into chaos. As the drop of blood was about to break through into the mortal world, we were forced into a desperate choice. We pushed the blood into the crownbearer's crown, trusting that its divine authority would suppress or purify it. We underestimated the devil blood's power. The instant it made contact with the crown, the situation spiraled out of control, making the ensuing tragedy inevitable."

Max’s expression grew grim as he listened. The massive consequences stemming from just one drop of blood made his chest tighten. A single error, one wrong calculation, and an entire world had been forced to pay the price.

Lucien broke the silence, asking the question that had been troubleshooting his mind. "Where did this devil blood originate?" he inquired. "I have heard tales from the demons. They spoke of a conflict between devils and humans in the Divine Realm. Supposedly, a true devil was killed in that war, and he condensed his entire lineage into a single drop before dying, which eventually plummeted into the mortal world."

The dragon divine beast slowly shook its massive head, its eyes solemn. "Conflicts between those two races are eternal in the Divine Realm, but that drop of blood has no connection to those wars. We, along with the demons who came to this world, were merely low-level warriors in the Divine Realm. The true source of that blood was never revealed to us. Our instructions were absolute and simple: Retrieve the drop and return it to the Divine Realm at any cost. Most importantly, we were strictly forbidden from allowing that blood to fall into a mortal world."

Max frowned deeply, a mix of frustration and confusion rising within him. "If that blood was so critical, why weren't higher-level beings dispatched to deal with it? If more powerful divine beasts or humans had come, none of this might have happened."

"It is not a matter of choice," the white tiger divine beast answered, its voice firm and laced with bitterness. "It is a matter of impossibility. If a truly transcendent being from the Divine Realm were to enter a mortal world, their very presence would cause it to destabilize. Their sheer energy would crush the laws of the mortal realm and turn the world to nothingness. This is why missions involving mortal worlds are always given to soldier-level beings from the Divine Realm. We are strong enough to act, yet weak enough to exist without destroying everything around us."

The explanation lingered heavily in the air. What had occurred was not born purely of malice, but of fatal compromises, orders, and limitations. Yet, the final result remained the same. An entire world had been pulled into a catastrophe, all because a power that never belonged there had slipped through the cracks.