Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 2003: Practice

Max continued practicing the Ten Void Sealing Art for hundreds of hours inside the Dimension of Time.

At first, the ten void rings moved around him like powerful but unfamiliar tools. They obeyed his will, but the response wasn’t perfect. Sometimes a ring lagged half a breath behind what he wanted. Sometimes the energy compressed inside a ring became unstable. Sometimes the sealing sphere formed too loose, and other times it locked so tight that even Max had to put in extra effort just to release it.

But with time, that awkwardness faded away.

One hour became ten. Ten hours became a hundred. After hundreds of hours of repeated practice, Max finally pushed the Ten Void Sealing Art to its current limit.

Now the ten void rings no longer felt like separate constructs built from his bloodline. They felt like part of his own body. With a single thought, he could summon them around his wrists, shoulders, feet, or even behind him in a rotating formation. With another thought, he could scatter them across a battlefield, hide them inside space, or attach them to an enemy’s attack before sealing it away entirely.

The more he practiced, the more Max understood why the Voidwalker Clan had once stood among the Five Sacred Clans. Their sealing arts weren’t simple restraints. They controlled distance. They controlled separation. They decided whether something stayed connected to the world or got cut off from it completely. That kind of power was terrifying.

After mastering the Ten Void Sealing Art as far as he currently could, Max also discovered that awakening the Voidwalker Bloodline had given him a lot of passive benefits beyond just the ability to form void rings or use inheritance arts. His entire body had changed in a subtle but powerful way.

Seals were now far less effective against him. Not just his body, but his blood, soul, limbs, senses, and energy circulation had all become extremely hard to seal. Ordinary sealing formations could no longer lock down his movement easily. Restraining techniques built on space, law chains, bloodline pressure, or energy isolation would lose most of their bite against him too. Unless whoever used the seal belonged to the Voidwalker Clan or carried a sealing path far above his own level, most seals would struggle to actually hold him.

Even the sealing power inside the Legacy Arena of the Four Sacred Clans wouldn’t be nearly as dangerous to him anymore.

That realization made Max’s eyes deepen. The Voidwalker Clan had been known for sealing since the age of the Five Sacred Clans. It made sense that their bloodline didn’t only let them seal others. A clan specialized in sealing would naturally build up resistance to seals too. Their bodies, bloodlines, and souls had evolved to understand exactly how seals worked, and that understanding made them extremely hard to imprison.

In a way, this passive effect might turn out even more useful than some of his direct attacks. After all, Max had plenty of enemies. Some would try to kill him. Some would try to capture him. Some would try to seal him away. Now, at least that last option had gotten a lot harder for them.

Once he finished going through the Voidwalker Bloodline, Max shifted his attention to the Primordial Bloodline.

Compared to the Voidwalker Bloodline, the Primordial Bloodline felt mysterious in a different way. It wasn’t as direct as the ten void rings. It didn’t hand him a complete inheritance art with obvious use cases. It felt broader, deeper, and far more fundamental, almost like it existed beneath all his other laws rather than sitting beside them.

Max sat cross-legged and activated the Primordial Bloodline. A deep golden aura spread through his body. The eye between his brows opened slowly, and the ancient symbols inside it rotated like a circle of dawn. The moment the eye opened, the laws around Max became clearer. Flame, lightning, space, light, darkness, ice, wind, soul, and every other law he’d touched seemed to draw closer to him.

Still, Max frowned slightly.

”Aside from feeling closer to all these different laws, I don’t notice much else changing,” he muttered. ”Even when I activate the Primordial Bloodline, it mostly just feels like my Pseudo Cosmic Paths and elemental attacks get ten times stronger. Other than that, it doesn’t feel as extraordinary as I expected.”

That thought left him a bit confused. The Primordial Race was the strongest race in the Divine Realm, and probably the strongest in the entire universe. Their bloodline was the origin of human strength, and among every tier of Primordial Bloodline out there, Max carried the highest one, the Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline.

A bloodline at that level shouldn’t be simple. Yet to Max, its effects still felt strangely hidden. It strengthened him a lot, sure. It brought him closer to the laws and multiplied the power of his paths and elements. It also let him awaken Primordial Flames. But compared to how mysterious the Primordials were supposed to be, Max felt like he’d only scratched the surface.

”I’ll need to ask Sarvion or one of the Primordials about this later,” Max muttered.

He was sure there was more to the Primordial Bloodline than what he currently grasped. Maybe the problem wasn’t the bloodline. Maybe it was him. He’d only received the bloodline recently and hadn’t gotten a proper explanation of how Primordials actually used it. He was treating it like just another power stacked onto his body, but maybe the Primordial Bloodline needed to be understood as a foundation that transformed all his other powers rather than as a separate ability on its own.

Either way, thinking about it without guidance wouldn’t give him answers right away. So Max stopped dwelling on it and started practicing with the Primordial Flames instead.

The golden flame appeared above his palm the moment the eye between his brows opened. It burned quietly, pure and ancient, without the wild hunger of his black flames. Max controlled it carefully at first, shaping it into threads, blades, spheres, waves, and thin layers that wrapped his fists. The more he practiced, the more he understood its nature.