Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1205  Chosen by the Seven Lords

The two siblings froze for a second, stunned by the announcement. Then realization hit them, and their eyes widened in disbelief. Of all the Seven Lords, it was the Old Sixth—known for his mastery over ice and purity—who had chosen them. The perfect balance between their Flame Spirit and Ice Spirit physiques had caught his attention.

As they stepped forward, Old Man Sixth smiled faintly. ”The unity of opposites,” he said, almost to himself. ”The world rarely produces such harmony. Let us see how far you can take it.”

Next, Old Man Seventh stepped forward. His aura was calm, deep, and vast, like the endless void of space itself. His eyes seemed to see through the layers of reality as he looked across the group before stopping on one person. ”You,” he said, pointing to Victor.

Victor blinked in surprise before his expression turned solemn. ”Me, senior?”

Old Man Seventh nodded. ”You possess the Azure Dragon God Bloodline. The dragonʼs strength flows naturally toward the laws of origin, and your comprehension of elemental balance is already remarkable. You will follow me.”

Victor bowed deeply, his expression filled with gratitude and reverence. For him, this was an unimaginable honor.

After him, Old Man Fifth took a step forward. His aura burned with a steady crimson-golden light, like the eternal fire of creation. ”Three of you with golden crowns,” he said, his voice low but firm, ”and the young woman who carries the divine flame within her—Seraphina.”

The four stepped forward, bowing respectfully. They were chosen for their strong attunement to flame and light, both of which resonated deeply with the essence of Old Man Fifth.

The other Lords soon followed suit. Old Man Third, whose presence shimmered like flowing lightning, selected those geniuses whose comprehension of space and storm elements had reached high levels.

Old Man Fourth, wrapped in gentle winds, chose disciples who had displayed speed, precision, and sharpness in their comprehension of wind and sword concepts.

Old Man Second himself chose one genius with a remarkable soul force, someone whose spiritual awareness was said to have touched the threshold of divine will.

Each selection brought awe and envy from the rest. It was a ceremony of destiny—each genius finding a master among the most powerful beings in existence.

But as the process continued, one name remained unspoken.

Max.

The crowd noticed it slowly, their excitement giving way to confusion. Whispers began to rise among the geniuses. He was the one who had shone the brightest, the one who had defeated a golden-crowned genius effortlessly, who had surpassed all expectations within the trials. Yet none of the Seven Lords had called his name.

Even Nero frowned slightly. ”Strange,” he muttered under his breath. ”Why hasnʼt anyone chosen him?”

Seraphina, now standing beside her new master, also looked uneasy. ”It doesnʼt make sense,” she whispered. ”Heʼs the strongest among us.”

Victorʼs expression darkened. ”Maybe none of them think theyʼre qualified to teach him,” he said quietly.

The air grew tense. All seven Divine Lords stood still for a few moments after their selections were complete, as if waiting for something—or someone.

Then Old Man First, who had remained silent since his arrival, finally opened his eyes. His gaze fell directly upon Max. The faintest trace of a smile appeared on his ancient face. ”Max Voidwalker,” he said, his tone steady, ageless, and calm.

The crowd instantly fell silent. Every head turned toward Max, and even the other Divine Lords watched in curiosity.

Old Man First lifted a hand lightly. ”Come with me,” he said simply.

Before anyone could react, the space around Max and the old man distorted. A gentle ripple passed through reality itself, and the two figures vanished, leaving behind nothing but a faint glimmer of light.

The geniuses stared, unable to speak. Even the remaining Divine Lords exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of amusement and quiet understanding.

Old Man Second chuckled softly. ”So, he really took him.”

Old Man Seventh smiled faintly. ”It seems the old man found the one he was waiting for.”

And just like that, the strongest genius of their generation—Max Voidwalker—was gone, whisked away by the most mysterious of the Seven Divine Lords.

Old Man Second smiled as he looked over the gathered geniuses, his expression gentle but dignified. The faint golden light surrounding his body flickered softly, giving his presence a divine calmness.

”Those who have been chosen by us will remain here in the Heavenly Lordʼs Secret Domain for another year,” he said in a slow, steady voice that carried across the entire arena. ”The rest of you will now return to your respective worlds. The trials of the secret domain have come to an end.”

The air grew quiet for a moment as his words sank in. The tension that had filled the arena earlier was slowly replaced by calm acceptance. Then, before anyone could speak, the world around them began to shift.

The energy in the air trembled gently, and hundreds of small golden portals started to form in front of each genius who hadnʼt been chosen by the Seven Divine Lords.

The portals hovered in front of them, glowing faintly with divine radiance. Their surfaces rippled like water, showing glimpses of faraway skies and familiar lands. For each genius, the portal led directly back to their home world.

A few of them stared at the glowing entrances with complex emotions in their eyes—reluctance, awe, pride, and disbelief all mixed together. They had spent more than a year in this place, fighting through endless trials, facing death, and growing stronger than they had ever imagined possible. Now, it was time to leave.

Even so, there were smiles on every face.

They might not have been chosen by the Seven Divine Lords, but none of them felt disappointed. How could they? They had achieved what most cultivators in the mortal realms could only dream of.

To reach the peak of the Divine Rank in less than a year was something that defied all logic. Back in their worlds, such a feat would be enough to make them legends, heroes remembered for generations.