Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1534 Ascension Hall

Guided by Lucia up front, the trio ventured further into the southern camp, navigating amid clusters of tents, makeshift buildings, and docked Star Shuttles.

As they pressed on, the area around them grew ever more packed. A spot that first looked like a peaceful landing area slowly unveiled itself as a thriving center brimming with cultivators from countless factions. Max took it all in quietly during their walk.

Though this camp fell short of the splendor from top-tier powers, its buzz was anything but minor. The massive crowd made one fact undeniable: Orion's pull was overwhelmingly strong.

Regardless of the planet's perils or the soaring death toll built up over time, it still lured endless cultivators like moths drawn to fire. To countless souls, this wasn't merely a warzone—it was a chance to shatter their boundaries and soar.

A faint yet constant tension hung in the atmosphere.

Lucia soon eased her pace, veering toward a plain building nestled among the camp's various spots. Unlike flashier neighbors, it lacked standout flair. Just a basic wooden storefront, but something unique distinguished it from the rest.

A sign dangled over the doorway.

Ascension Hall.

Max's gaze fixed on the name briefly as they neared.

On the surface, it struck as unremarkable. Few folks inside, no chaotic din typical of key spots. Yet as Max lingered a bit more, a distinct vibe emerged.

Visitors streamed in and out nonstop.

Not in crowds, but consistently.

Person by person.

It had a steady pulse, like this spot wove into their daily habits.

"This place…" Max whispered under his breath.

Lucia caught his look and offered a light smile. "This is Ascension Hall," she explained. "It may seem plain, but it's Orion's main info center."

Max's gaze grew keener.

Lucia went on with easy confidence as she headed for the door. "Whatever intel you seek—be it peril-filled areas, secret treasures, beast movements, or rival faction doings—this is the spot."

She shot him a quick look over her shoulder. "Survival on Orion often hinges more on info than raw power. Ascension Hall rules that info stream."

Max gave a slow nod, grasping it now.

That accounted for the endless traffic.

Not chasing wares or supplies.

Here for secrets.

Lucia entered smoothly, obviously at home here. Max and Isabella trailed right after.

Inside, the setup stayed straightforward yet tidy. Wall counters stretched in rows, manned by unflappable folks who seemed beyond Orion's shocks. Shelves behind held no goods—just jade slips, scrolls, and data logs.

A handful of cultivators huddled at counters, murmuring deals for intel or lodging queries.

Lucia headed direct to a counter, no delays.

The attendant, a sharp-eyed middle-aged guy, glanced up instantly as she neared. A quick spark of knowing crossed his eyes, kept under wraps.

"You're back," he stated evenly.

Lucia dipped her head. "I need information," she answered.

"What kind?" the man inquired.

Lucia showed no pause.

"Dragon Death Valley," she declared.

The air by the counter thickened for an instant.

Max sensed it too.

The man's face stayed steady, but a tiny delay hit before his next words. "That's pricey intel," he noted.

Lucia set a compact storage ring down silently.

The man eyed it, then accepted with a nod.

No more queries—he spun, grabbed a jade slip from the back, and laid it before her.

"It covers known paths, hazard spots, and fresh reports near Dragon Death Valley," he explained. "But Orion intel's never set in stone."

Lucia snatched the jade slip, skimming it fast, eyes darting as she took it in.

Moments later, she nodded.

"This suffices," she stated.

She pivoted to Max and Isabella.

"Direction locked in," Lucia announced steadily.

Max met her stare firmly.

"Dragon Death Valley," he echoed softly.

Right before exiting Ascension Hall, Lucia halted abruptly, like a key thought just struck. She wheeled back to the counter, face easing from grim to breezy, playfully at ease from habit.

"Oh, and," she added, hand casually on the counter, "got any hot tips fresh in? Something… juicy?"

The middle-aged counter man eyed her a beat, then cracked a slim grin. Amusement glinted in his gaze, familiar with her antics. "Still the same, huh?" he remarked coolly. "Forever chasing bonuses past your main ask."

Lucia just grinned, owning it.

The man gave a soft head shake, inching closer, voice dropping for gravity. "For Rose's pal and steady buyer like you, here's the scoop," he shared. "Orion's seen odd stirrings lately."

Max perked up sharp.

"A section of the ascension tunnel got wrecked," the man pressed on. "A spatial rift tore open right in Orion."

Lucia's look sobered up.

"That rift," he stressed, eyes tightening, "plunges straight to the mortal worlds."

Silence gripped their corner for a heartbeat.