Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1997: A Piece of Good News!

Max felt his Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline stir inside him as they continued walking. It did not surge violently, but it grew warmer, as though recognizing the place they were approaching.

His laws also became more sensitive. Space, flame, lightning, soul, body, and even his Emotion Severing Path seemed to sharpen slightly under the pressure of the surrounding environment.

The others felt it too.

Orion, who had been restless earlier, grew quiet. Damian’s face became serious. Ervin looked around with intense curiosity. Revona remained calm, but her eyes were no longer as indifferent as before. Even Morgana stopped making sharp remarks as they walked deeper into the ancestral grounds.

After some time, Sarvion stopped before a massive bronze-gold gate.

The gate was so tall that it looked as though it had been built for giants. Countless ancient symbols covered its surface, and at the center of the gate was a circular mark that seemed to contain many layered worlds inside it. The moment Max looked at that mark, his Primordial Bloodline pulsed once.

Sarvion turned back to them.

”This is one of the core training facilities of the Primordial Race,” he said. ”Normally, even the direct disciples of the Primarchs cannot enter this place casually. The chambers inside will respond differently to each of you. Do not resist the pressure. Do not force a result. Let your bloodline, laws, body, and soul adapt naturally.”

He paused briefly before adding, ”If your Primordial Bloodline contains dormant abilities, this place will try to awaken them. Whether you succeed or not depends on your own foundation.”

Orion grinned again, though his expression carried tension this time. ”That sounds dangerous.”

Sarvion looked at him calmly. ”It is.”

Orion’s grin stiffened slightly.

Sarvion placed one hand on the gate.

The bronze-gold symbols lit up one by one.

A deep sound spread through the corridor as the massive gate slowly opened, revealing a vast space beyond it.

Max stepped inside with the others.

The moment he crossed the threshold, the world changed.

At least, that was how it felt to him.

The training room did not look like a normal chamber. From Max’s perspective, it felt more like an entire sealed realm built inside the Primordial Ancestral Domain. The ceiling was so high that it disappeared into a dim golden mist.

The floor beneath his feet was made of smooth dark stone, but countless lines of light flowed through it like molten law veins. In the distance, enormous pillars rose into the mist, and every pillar carried a different aura.

Some burned with primordial flame. Some crackled with ancient lightning. Some released crushing gravity. Some distorted space. Some gave off a soul pressure so dense that even looking at them made Max’s mind tighten.

At the center of the room stood ten circular platforms.

Each platform was surrounded by runes, and above each one floated a pale golden sphere. Those spheres pulsed slowly, like hearts beating in silence. Every pulse released waves of pressure that entered Max’s body and brushed against his Primordial Bloodline.

Max’s eyes narrowed.

The room was testing them already.

He could feel it clearly.

The pressure did not attack him directly. Instead, it passed over him layer by layer, as if measuring his bones, blood, soul, laws, and hidden powers.

His Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline reacted with a faint growl. His Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline released a soft glow. His Voidwalker bloodline remained quiet but alert. His five Divine Veins pulsed one after another. His Dimensional Keeper Legacy watched silently from the depths of his foundation.

Then his Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline finally responded.

A deep, ancient warmth spread through Max’s body.

For a brief moment, Max felt as if the laws of the training room had moved closer to him. The pressure on his shoulders became heavier, but it also felt clearer.

The lines on the floor, the runes around the platforms, the pillars in the distance, and the golden spheres above them all seemed to reveal tiny details that he would not have noticed before.

’So this place is designed to draw out the bloodline’s deeper potential,’ Max thought.

Sarvion’s voice echoed through the training room.

”Choose a platform and sit. Once the chamber activates fully, each of you will be isolated in your own training space. What you see afterward may not be what the others see. The Primordial training chambers do not train everyone in the same way.”

Max looked toward the nearest platform.

The golden sphere above it pulsed.

For some reason, he felt it calling to him.

He walked forward and stepped onto the platform. The runes around it lit up beneath his feet, and a circle of golden light rose around him. The sounds of the others faded slightly, as if distance had suddenly stretched between them.

Max sat cross-legged at the center of the platform.

The moment he closed his eyes, the pressure around him changed.

The training room vanished from his senses.

A vast primordial space opened around him, filled with golden mist, ancient law fragments, and a power that seemed to come from the earliest age of the universe.

Max took a slow breath.

His Primordial Bloodline began to awaken further.

At the same time, in the hall they had left behind, another Primordial appeared before Arvantos.

His expression was solemn.

”All the major forces have been informed, including the Four Sacred Clans,” the Primordial said. ”They will gather here by tonight.”

Arvantos nodded lightly. ”Good.”

The Primordial continued, ”Also, only the Wall of Eternity on the side of the Devil Universe has been weakened because of the hole. The boundaries connected to the Spirit Universe, Angel Universe, and Dragon Universe show no sign of damage.”

”That is one piece of good news, at least,” Arvantos said.

His expression remained grave.

The other three universes had not moved yet.

But Arvantos knew very well that once the devils began stirring the situation, the others would not remain blind forever.

After a moment, both figures vanished from the hall.

The Primordial Ancestral Domain grew quiet again.

Inside the training facility, Max sat alone within his isolated space, unaware of Arvantos’s conversation.

The golden mist around him thickened.

The dormant power inside his Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline began to rise.