Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1942: A Painful Process!

Arvantos continued. ”Don’t think this bloodline gets handed out just because someone plays favorites. It doesn’t. Even if I wanted to give it, the receiver would first have to survive it. This bloodline has the deepest connection to the origin of the Primordial Race, and the conditions needed to carry it are terrifyingly high.”

His gaze moved over all ten of them. ”As for who gets which bloodline, the answer is simple. It comes down entirely to your body, your foundation, your compatibility, your soul, your potential, and a lot of other hidden factors.”

He turned around. ”Come. The next stage is waiting.”

With that, Arvantos led the ten geniuses away from the ceremonial ground and deeper into the Primordial Ancestral Domain.

Before long, they arrived at a huge structure hidden behind seven layers of ancient formations. It was a circular hall built from pale gold stone, yet the stone itself seemed alive, almost like condensed bloodline essence.

Ancient Primordial runes covered every wall, and at the center of the hall sat a vast circular chamber split into ten positions. Above each position floated a bloodline crystal the size of a human body, and inside each crystal swirled an ancient liquid light that looked like primordial blood.

The moment they walked in, everyone felt their own blood react.

Max’s eyes narrowed slightly. This was no ordinary place. This was the Bloodline Chamber.

Arvantos turned to them. ”This chamber’s been prepared specifically for the ten of you. Sit cross-legged in your assigned positions. The formations will measure your compatibility again in finer detail and guide the bloodline transfer according to your limits.”

No one hesitated. One by one, the top ten geniuses walked forward and sat cross-legged beneath their crystals.

Max sat in the foremost position. Revona sat not far from him. Damian, Ervin, Orion, Kaiden, Rosaline, Morgana, Rakan, and Aurelian all settled into their own spots.

Once all ten had sat down, the circular hall began to hum. Ancient runes across the walls lit up. Rings of golden light spread across the floor beneath each genius. The bloodline crystals above them brightened one after another, and the liquid primordial essence inside started spinning faster and faster.

Arvantos stood at the center of the chamber and raised both hands.

”The process of transferring Primordial Bloodlines,” he said solemnly, ”begins now.”

The instant Arvantos’s words fell, the Bloodline Chamber changed completely.

The ten bloodline crystals hanging above the seated geniuses erupted with light at the same time. Ancient runes lit up across the walls, then spread toward the floor like living veins of gold, and in just a few breaths the whole circular chamber turned into a massive bloodline formation.

The rings beneath each genius started spinning in opposite directions, one inward and one outward, creating layered pressure that sank into their bodies from below while the ancient bloodline essence above pressed down from above.

Then the transfer began.

A stream of Primordial bloodline essence came down from each crystal. It didn’t flow gently. It fell like molten light.

The moment the first strand of that essence touched Max’s forehead, his whole body shook violently. Not from weakness. From overwhelming resonance. Everything inside him reacted at once.

His Dimensional Sovereign Body stirred like it had woken up from a deep sleep.

The Seven Divine Veins in his body pulsed rapidly one after another, each one responding to the invading authority. His draconic essence roared like a volcano cracking open after being held down too long.

The Dragon Scales Transformation source ignited on instinct. His Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline trembled as if it recognized something above it.

Even deeper, his other inheritances, refined foundations, Pseudo Cosmic Paths, and the faint trace of the Dimensional Keeper legacy all surged together.

For a brief moment, Max’s body became the meeting point of countless powers. And the Primordial Bloodline crashed straight into all of them.

The pain hit like a collapsing world.

Max’s fingers dug into his knees hard enough to make his joints creak. His back stiffened, and a low sound he couldn’t hold back escaped his throat as the bloodline essence forced its way into his flesh, bones, meridians, and blood. It wasn’t just entering him. It was rewriting him.

It felt like his marrow was being burned and reforged at the same time. It felt like every bone in his body was being crushed to dust and then rebuilt from an ancient blueprint.

It felt like his blood had turned to molten metal running through channels being forced wider by the second. It felt like his soul had been dragged into a primordial furnace, where existence itself was being carved into him.

His breathing turned heavy, each breath sharp and forced through clenched teeth. Even his heartbeat changed. Every beat echoed like a hammer striking ancient steel, deep, heavy, and almost unbearable.

The Primordial Bloodline didn’t ask permission. It simply imposed itself. And Max understood right away that this wasn’t an upgrade. It was transformation at the level of origin.

The pressure went deeper. The bloodline essence didn’t stop at his physical body. It pushed further, sinking into his soul sea. The moment it touched that layer, his whole consciousness trembled.

But instead of falling apart, something inside him steadied. His Dimensional Sovereign Body adjusted first, instinctively spreading the pressure across his whole existence. The Seven Divine Veins fell into a controlled rhythm instead of fighting back chaotically.

His draconic essence, instead of exploding outward, compressed and held on. Even the Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline quieted down a little, as if it understood that resisting would only end in destruction.

Max’s face stayed tense, but his body was starting to adapt.

Still, the pain didn’t ease up. If anything, it went deeper. It wasn’t just physical anymore. It was existential. The Primordial Bloodline was reaching into the very idea of what he was.

His vision blurred for a second as waves of burning pain rolled through him. His body shook once, then steadied again through pure will. Sweat gathered at his temples, but he didn’t move.

He could feel it clearly now. If his foundation had been even a little weaker, he would have shattered instantly.

The transfer kept going without mercy. The bloodline essence thickened, pushing deeper into his origin. It felt like countless ancient hands were tearing open the structure of his existence and rebuilding it from a forgotten blueprint.