Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 - Chapter 1026

Chapter 1026: Follow your heart

Lucien’s expression turned grave. “Because the Lotus of Clear Serenity is rarer than ascension itself. It is said to bloom only under perfect conditions—calmness unshaken for a thousand years, the essence of serenity feeding its roots, the aura of wisdom flowing through its petals. To even find one… is like grasping at the heavens themselves. Telling you about it would have given you nothing but false hope. However, there is another reason too.”

Max’s jaw tightened, his crimson eyes burning hotter. “Where can I find it? And what reason could that be?” His voice was sharp, demanding, each word edged with desperation.

Lucien did not hesitate. “The only place such a lotus could grow in this world is the Bright Buddha Palace. It is said that in the deepest grounds of their sacred domain, where the monks’ chants of serenity and their endless pursuit of stillness have shaped the land itself, the Lotus of Clear Serenity can bloom.”

His eyes narrowed. “But even there, it is not guaranteed. Rumors say that a single lotus requires no less than a thousand years of such cultivation in its environment to fully mature. Perhaps only one, perhaps none at all, may exist.”

The room fell silent.

“Bright Buddha Palace?”

Max’s expression instantly darkened, his crimson eyes narrowing dangerously. A chill crawled up his spine, his instincts screaming at him. A bad feeling rose in his heart like poison spreading through his veins. He recalled clearly what the Tower Spirit had told him—Bright Buddha Palace was one of the two places where the demons had been sealed away ten thousand years ago.

And now… Lenavira’s soul bore a curse so sinister that only a treasure rooted in that very place—the Lotus of Clear Serenity—could remove it.

Coincidence?

No.

Definitely not.

His heart thudded heavier in his chest as his mind pieced the threads together. ‘Demons… Ascendants…’ He had came to know about their alliance not too long ago. And now this—Lenavira marked with a curse only those two forces could create, with the “solution” leading directly into the depths of Bright Buddha Palace.

This was no chance of fate. This was a plot. A carefully constructed scheme.

But for what? What were they trying to achieve by forcing him—the one burdened with the strongest potential humanity had ever seen—into that place?

“Now you understand why she didn’t tell you?”

Lucien’s calm voice pulled Max out of his spiraling thoughts. The man’s lips curved faintly into a smile, though his eyes remained sharp. “Only a handful of humans know where the demons were sealed in the Middle Domain. And fewer still know the true state of those seals—whether they are permanent, or whether they can be broken. But imagine, Max… what do you think will happen if a genius like you—someone the entire world calls humanity’s greatest genius—steps foot into one of those two places?”

Lucien’s gaze locked onto him, heavy with meaning. “Anything could happen there. Anything. You might unintentionally undo the seals sealing the demons or you are forced to do so or it’s just so happens that there are some conditions to the seal sealing the demons and only you the greatest genius of all time can fulfill that role.”

Max’s crimson eyes flickered, but he remained silent, his chest rising and falling heavily.

Lucien continued, his voice lower, weightier. “And her fears are not baseless. The Curse of Six Emotions and Seven Hearts is not something that just anyone can cast. It is dark, twisted, and requires mastery beyond ordinary understanding. It can only be created by two types of beings—an Ascendant… or someone deeply proficient in infernal energy.”

Max’s jaw tightened, his crimson aura flaring violently.

Lucien didn’t stop. “Now put the pieces together. Lenavira was intentionally cursed with this soul-binding torment. The curse could only be undone by a lotus that grows within the Bright Buddha Palace—one of the two demon-sealed domains. Do you see now? This isn’t just about her. It’s a trap. A snare meant to lure you, Max, into walking straight into the heart of danger. And if you go… if the wrong thing happens… the entire Middle Domain may fall.”

The words hung in the air like thunderclouds, heavy, suffocating.

Max’s fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked, the veins on his arms bulging as the infernal energy around him trembled with his emotions. He understood Lucien’s words—understood the dangers, the trap, the possibility of unleashing something that could doom the entire Middle Domain.

But how could he just stop here? How could he turn his back on Lenavira? To abandon her now would mean betraying everything he believed in.

His crimson eyes burned as he lowered his gaze to her unconscious form lying on the bed, her silver hair fanned out like moonlight, her expression pained even in sleep. ‘I can’t… I won’t stop caring about her.’

He raised his head slowly, his voice low but steady. “What do you suggest I should do?” His eyes locked onto Lucien, searching for an answer—any path forward that would not leave him drowning in despair.

Lucien, however, only smiled lightly. It wasn’t mockery, nor was it arrogance. It was a strangely gentle smile, one that seemed out of place for the strongest human alive. “Honestly,” he began, leaning back slightly, “I lack the experiences you have gone through to reach this point. I am also a genius, yes, but my growth…” His eyes grew distant for a brief moment. “My growth was far too fast. Too smooth. For that reason, I cannot give you the answer you seek.”

His gaze sharpened, returning to Max with clarity. “But what I can tell you is this—think of this problem as one of the many hardships you’ve already overcome on your path. You have faced walls before. You’ve bled, you’ve endured, you’ve crawled out of darkness. This is just another wall. Another test.”

Lucien’s smile widened faintly, though his voice remained calm. “In short… follow what your heart desires. Isn’t that how you made it this far? Isn’t that what carried you through every impossible trial until now?”

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