Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1532 Arrival at Orion!

While Max kept conversing briefly with Lucia to absorb every scrap of knowledge before they landed, Isabella's voice abruptly sounded from the Star Shuttle's front.

"We are about to reach Orion."

Her announcement instantly captured their focus.

Max glanced toward her, then directed his eyes to the expansive viewing window in front. The sight made his eyes narrow a bit, his concentration sharpening. Amid the endless void of space, a colossal planet emerged. It was nothing like what he'd encountered before.

A dark red tint blanketed the planet's entire surface, as though drenched in blood across endless ages. The shade wasn't even; it undulated and throbbed subtly, lending the world a sinister, eerie vibe.

Second by second, the planet swelled in size.

The nearer they drew, the stronger its presence grew.

Even from afar, Max sensed this wasn't some normal realm. A subtle force radiated from Orion, something primordial and turbulent that infused its core being.

"Which section of the planet should we head to?" Isabella inquired, her hands firm on the controls, her eyes flicking momentarily to Max and Lucia.

Max hesitated briefly.

He knew he lacked an answer.

This marked his initial visit to Orion, and for all the details he'd collected, he remained clueless about the planet's layout or secure landing spots.

Lucia intervened promptly.

"Head to the southern region," she stated steadily. "There is usually a neutral camp established there by multiple forces. It is the safest place to land and gather information."

Isabella acknowledged with a nod, altering the Star Shuttle's course to aim for Orion's southern zone.

Descent commenced.

Upon piercing the planet's atmosphere, the environment shifted swiftly. The crimson glow intensified, and the outer air appeared dense and chaotic. Odd ripples danced over the terrain, as if the ground itself quivered with instability.

In mere minutes, the Star Shuttle neared a broad clearing.

Scores of other Star Shuttles dotted the area, each tied to various powers from the Divine Realm. Some loomed massive and grand, exuding might and authority, while smaller ones carried equal menace.

Isabella maneuvered their vessel down with expert care, settling it neatly among the rest.

As the shuttle halted, a brief hush enveloped the cabin.

They had made it.

This was Orion.

The infamous forbidden planet.

Where fortune and peril intertwined.

This southern outpost served as a neutral ground, where rival factions forged a fragile truce. Yet neutrality was merely a facade, hinging solely on the might of those gathered.

Should a dominant power strike, that equilibrium would crumble instantly. Still, inside the camp's limits, lesser third-rate groups opted for restraint, burying old hatreds or vendettas.

For all grasped a single truth.

Beyond the camp lay lawless wilds.

Crossing that threshold turned everything into raw combat, where power alone dictated who lived.

Soon, the trio emerged from the Star Shuttle.

Lucia led, planting her feet first on Orion's soil.

Upon contact, she froze for a second, then glanced back at Max and Isabella. "The pressure here is different," she warned. "Both the gravity and the environmental force are heavier than usual. Be careful when you step out."

Isabella dipped her head and eased out cautiously.

The instant her boots met the ground, a shiver ran through her. The heightened gravity and force asserted themselves at once, like an unseen weight crushing from every angle.

But she composed herself fast, shifting her footing and channeling her energy to anchor her form. In moments, she adjusted, though her face grew graver.

Max followed, descending next.

Yet when his feet hit the surface, he showed zero outward sign.

His stance stayed loose.

His breath held steady.

The crushing force that rattled Isabella bypassed him entirely.

Without even triggering his barriers, his two thousand Dragon Scales offered inherent shielding, rendering his physique tougher than typical cultivators'. Orion's burdens failed to faze him.

Max surveyed the scene with composure.

The atmosphere weighed thick.

A subtle heat rose from the earth underfoot.

Far off, the scarlet expanse rolled on forever, harboring hidden threats still out of sight.

Lucia folded her arms, eyeing them both, her look turning grave as Orion's heaviness mirrored in her gaze. "Now tell me," she demanded, tone resolute, "what exactly brought the two of you here?"

Max met her stare squarely this time.

He replied straight away.

"It is the corpse of the true Black Dragon," he declared evenly. "The same one from which our clan took the heart."

Lucia just gaped at him momentarily, as if she'd caught it wrong.

Then her eyes bulged.

"What?!" she burst out, poise shattering. Shock etched her features plainly. "Are you insane?" she pressed, volume climbing. "Do you even understand what you are saying? That is your goal? The Black Dragon corpse?"

Max stayed unruffled amid her outburst.

"What I need it for is another matter," he noted with a slight grin. "You can consider it a separate secret. I only need your help to locate it."

A throbbing ache built in Lucia's head.

Among every motive she'd pictured for Max's trip to Orion, this topped the improbable list. The true Black Dragon's remains weren't mere treasure; they linked straight to their clan's heritage, perched on the brink of lethal peril.

She couldn't fathom his reasoning for pursuing it.

Drawing a steadying breath, she reined in her emotions before replying, voice measured yet grave. "Do you even know why our ancestors only took the heart from that corpse and left everything else behind?" she questioned.