Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Sarvion looked at him and spoke again.

”The Primordial Ancestral Domain is ready. Once your clan has finished its arrangements, you may leave with me.”

Lady Virelia stepped forward. ”How much time does he have?”

Sarvion answered calmly. ”The champion has priority, but the ceremony can’t be pushed back for long. Three days at most.”

Mathew Grimes looked at Max. ”Then you’ll prepare during those three days.”

Max nodded.

Sarvion’s gaze stayed on him. ”Max Morgan, champion of the Cosmic Ascension Conference, the Primordial Race awaits you.”

The reception hall fell into a heavy silence.

Outside the hall, the Black Dragon Clan was still soaking in the glow of Max’s victory. But inside, everyone understood that the next Chapter of his journey had already opened.

The Cosmic Ascension Conference had ended. The road to the Primordials had begun.

The three days before Max had to leave for the Primordial Ancestral Domain passed faster than he expected.

The Black Dragon Clan wanted him to rest, prepare, and settle after the conference, but Max had no plans to spend those days buried under endless visits, formal congratulations, and elders quietly trying to probe the powers he’d revealed.

The conference had already put too many eyes on him.

Every force in the Divine Realm was studying his abilities, his fighting style, his bloodline, his sword path, his lightning, his black flames, his physical strength, and the mysterious star-like power he’d used against Revona.

If he stayed openly in the clan, he wouldn’t get a single hour of peace.

So Max went to the Dimension of Genesis.

For him, it was an escape. For Alice and Lenavira, it was simply home. They already lived there. Lily tagged along too, buzzing around excitedly like a small spirit who could never sit still for long.

The moment Max arrived, the noise of the Black Dragon Clan faded behind him.

The Dimension of Genesis stretched out in its vast, peaceful glory, full of pure energy, ancient light, floating islands, spiritual lakes, and distant stars that looked close enough to touch yet far enough to remind anyone that this place wasn’t ordinary.

The air here carried a feeling of beginnings, as if every breath held a trace of creation itself.

Alice was already there, sitting on the edge of a floating platform like she’d never left. Lenavira stood nearby under a drifting veil of light, calm as always, as if she’d been standing there since the world began.

Neither of them looked surprised. This was their home. They just watched Max as he arrived.

”You’re back,” Alice said casually, like he’d only stepped out for a short walk.

Max paused for a moment, then smiled faintly. ”I suppose I am.”

Lenavira gave a soft nod. ”Was it the Primordials?”

”Yes. I leave in three days.”

Lily zipped around Max’s head in a circle, giggling. ”You always leave us!”

She hovered in front of him, puffing her cheeks slightly like a kid complaining about being left behind.

Max glanced at her. ”You were with Alice and Lenavira the whole time.”

Lily crossed her arms. ”Still boring!”

Alice chuckled. ”She says that even when nothing’s wrong.”

Lenavira’s lips curved slightly. ”She says it when everything’s wrong too.”

Lily pointed at them both. ”Hey!”

Max watched them for a moment and let out a light breath. For once, his mind didn’t jump straight to cultivation, battles, or enemies.

The Dimension of Genesis wasn’t a place he had to ”enter” anymore. It was just where he came when he needed quiet. And Alice and Lenavira were already part of that quiet.

The days that followed were calm. Max didn’t spend every moment cultivating. Sometimes he walked with Alice beside the spiritual lake while she asked him about the conference, about Orion’s excitement, Rakan’s stubbornness, Damian’s sword, Revona’s terrifying Null Origin Tide, and Ervin’s final forbidden spear.

Sometimes Lenavira sat with him under an ancient tree on one of the floating islands, talking about the deeper meaning behind the Primordial Race’s arrival and what kind of test he might face in the Primordial Ancestral Domain.

Lily followed everywhere. Not quietly. She hovered, spun, complained, laughed, and occasionally tried to ”help” by dramatically explaining things she barely understood.

At one point, she even tried to copy Max’s serious expression while floating upside down. Alice laughed so hard she nearly fell off the platform. Lenavira just shook her head, though her eyes stayed warm.

Max didn’t mind. For these few days, the outside world faded. There was no Cosmic Ascension Conference. No Aurelian. No stolen bloodline source. No imprisoned parents. No Primordial envoy waiting outside. Just the people close to him and the quiet passing of time inside the Dimension of Genesis.

During those three days, Max also did a fair bit of business. He first met up with Lucia and Isabella, then had a deep talk with Lucia about Crown and about how he was building his own force and would need people he could trust.

In the end, Max invited Lucia into Crown, and she accepted.

After that, Max told Isabella, Lucia, Jonathan, and Julie to keep working the plan of recruiting other geniuses using his name.

Now that Max had become the strongest genius in the Divine Realm, almost everyone would have heard of him. That was exactly the plan he’d had from the start: use his fame to pull people into his own force.

While all this was happening, Max’s cultivation didn’t sit still either.

In truth, his foundation had already reached its limit long before the final battle. Throughout the entire Cosmic Ascension Conference, Max had stood at the very peak of the Law Awakening Realm.

His accumulation was far beyond what ordinary geniuses could match.

Every battle had tempered him, and every clash with a Pseudo Cosmic Path had sharpened his understanding. Every life-and-death exchange against opponents like Revona, Damian, and Ervin had forced his laws, body, soul, and sword path to refine themselves again and again.

He hadn’t broken through during the conference simply because the timing hadn’t been right. He’d suppressed it. He’d controlled it. But now, in the calm of the Dimension of Genesis, the barrier finally loosened on its own.