Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1536 Max's Worries!

Lucia went on, "The drop of blood was deliberately dispatched into the mortal realms. Primordials faced restrictions that prevented their direct descent into those realms. By placing it there, the devil made certain it couldn't be effortlessly wiped out even after death."

She released a long breath. "Following that, every major power in the Divine Realm got drawn in. First-rate sects, second-rate ones, and even third-rate groups dispatched their members to hunt for that blood drop. It wasn't merely about strength. The command originated straight from the Primordials."

Her gaze shifted back to Max. "I'd learned of all this… yet I never discovered where that drop ultimately landed."

A short silence hung in the air.

"Now you're saying," she murmured softly, "it showed up on your planet."

Max gave a nod.

"It nearly obliterated everything," he stated, his tone steady yet laden with recollection. "Had events shifted just a bit, my whole world would have been annihilated."

Tension thickened the air surrounding them.

For the first time, Lucia held back her immediate reply.

She furrowed her brow faintly, obviously reassessing her previous words. What Max recounted wasn't some minor anomaly. It clashed head-on with the perfect order she'd described moments ago.

Moments later, she responded once more, her voice carrying greater gravity. "In that case, your worry makes perfect sense."

Max stayed silent, but that quiet spoke volumes.

Lucia then gazed into the distance, her mind racing through the implications. "If you're genuinely concerned for your world," she suggested, "we should go to the spot where the spatial rift opened and check it out ourselves. At minimum, we can determine its destination and any dangers it poses."

Max's eyes narrowed a touch.

"That sounds perfect," he agreed, nodding promptly.

He refused to allow a repeat of that catastrophe.

It had struck once already.

No one grasped better than him how near his world had come to total ruin from it.

This time around, he wouldn't risk uncertainty.

"Let's go see a friend of mine," Lucia announced, resuming her stride, her manner shifting back to composed efficiency after their intense exchange. "To properly explore Orion, we'll need all the aid available."

She looked over at Max and Isabella while pressing forward. "She understands this planet better than almost anyone. Actually, she's devoted much of her time here for motives I've never quite grasped. If anyone can lead us safely across Orion, it's her."

Max nodded faintly and trailed after her without protest. Isabella kept pace beside them, her face pensive as she absorbed the recent revelations.

The trio wove through the camp anew, merging with the constant stream of cultivators populating the space. The mood stayed charged, yet with a clear goal now set, their movements gained sharper intent.

While advancing, Lucia's interest reignited as she eyed Max sidelong. "What became of that blood drop ultimately?" she inquired. "A true devil's blood drop isn't simple to annihilate. I doubt the Primordials could fully eliminate it."

Max's face remained impassive as he answered evenly, "I sealed it away and banished it into the void. Assuming all went according to plan, it's now floating lost in the mortal realms' void."

Lucia nodded thoughtfully, taking his words at face value. To her, that approach seemed utterly logical. Such a thing couldn't be eradicated, making isolation in the infinite void the securest option.

"I understand," she replied. "That's likely the optimal move you could make."

Yet one detail escaped her knowledge.

Max alone held the complete reality.

As they kept moving, Max's mind wandered briefly inward.

The recollection of that instant flashed vividly before him.

When he slew Mark, the entire scenario transformed. The golden crown had hit maximum corruption from the devil's blood influence. To revive Acaris and steady things, Max resorted to the crown's own might.

In that sequence, upon seeing the crown's power couldn't destroy the blood drop, he chose his path.

Thus, he opted to seal it in the end.

He'd confined it deep inside his Dimension of Time, cutting off all external contact. With the crown's energy aiding him, he quelled its effects and harnessed that control to purify the crown's own taint.

It proved a perilous wager.

But success came.

Max's gaze stayed serene as he proceeded, betraying none of this hidden fact.

One truth stood crystal clear to him.

That blood drop demanded utmost caution.

Sealed in his dimension even now, it lingered as a latent peril.

Simultaneously, it offered a chance.

As to why corruption hadn't ensnared him like it had others on the verge of ruin, Max had reached his own verdict.

His link as a Dimensional Keeper to the golden crown let him sidestep the corruption partially. Rather than succumb to the devil's intent, he tapped the crown's strength outright, dominating the corruption instead of yielding to it.

It balanced on a knife's edge.

A balance that might have spelled doom.

Max kept all this unspoken.

Certain secrets warranted burial.

Ahead, Lucia eased her pace as they neared a calmer part of the camp, far less bustling than the heart.

"We're almost there," she noted.

Max raised his eyes, snapping back to the moment.