Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1499  A Primordial

Just as the excitement from the defeat of the elven woman on the ninety eighth floor was still spreading among the spectators, the atmosphere within the Combat Legion Tower changed once again.

The arena on the ninety ninth floor began to glow faintly as the tower gathered energy to form the next guardian. The process took noticeably longer than the previous floors, and the shifting light at the center of the battlefield slowly condensed into a solid figure.

Everyone watching the projections outside the tower immediately focused their attention once again.

The figure that appeared this time was not an elf or some mysterious race from distant star realms.

It was a human.

The man looked young, appearing to be in his late twenties. His face carried a calm and composed expression, and his posture revealed a quiet confidence that made him appear far older than his age suggested. His long dark hair flowed behind him as a faint aura surrounded his body. That aura was not explosive like the warriors Max had fought earlier. Instead it felt deep and unfathomable, as though an immense power was hidden beneath a perfectly controlled exterior.

”A human… interesting,” Joe said with a faint smile as he observed the projection carefully.

”Even though this opponent is human, I do not think the battle will become any easier for Max,” he continued while folding his arms thoughtfully. ”A guardian standing on the ninety ninth floor must at least be stronger than the elven woman guarding the ninety eighth floor.”

Joeʼs eyes remained fixed on the image of the young man standing inside the tower.

”I cannot wait to see how this fight unfolds,” he added.

Without realizing it, Joe had become completely captivated by Maxʼs performance. The more he watched the young cultivator fight through the impossible trials of the tower, the more curious he became about the person behind that strength. Even witnessing the upcoming battle felt valuable to him, as though every moment revealed another layer of Maxʼs terrifying potential.

”Even if Max cannot clear the ninety ninth floor, he has already achieved more than anyone in the history of the Black Dragon Clan,” Victor Veron said with a satisfied smile.

”What he has accomplished today proves that his potential and talent surpass anyone our clan has ever produced,” he continued. ”We will have to nurture this child very carefully from now on.”

Mathew Grimes nodded in agreement as he watched the projection with focused attention.

”We will hold a meeting regarding Maxʼs future once this trial is over,” he said in a firm tone. ”There are many things we must discuss about how to guide his path properly.”

He then turned his gaze back toward the projection where Max stood on the ninety ninth floor.

”For now, let us simply observe how he performs in this battle.”

Not far from them, Lady Virelia remained silent as she watched the scene unfold.

”All the best, Max,” she muttered softly.

Her eyes never left the projection that displayed his figure standing before the mysterious warrior on the ninety ninth floor.

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At the ninety ninth floor, the moment the opponent fully materialized, Maxʼs instincts sharpened immediately. His body tensed slightly as the seven colored lightning around him flickered faintly, ready to erupt into motion at any moment. After everything he had experienced within the tower, he had already developed the habit of attacking the instant a new opponent appeared.

However, just as he prepared to strike, something made him pause.

Max stared deeply at the young man standing before him.

There was something unusual about the aura surrounding this opponent. It was subtle and calm on the surface, yet beneath that calmness lay a depth that felt ancient and immeasurable. The more Max observed him, the more certain he became about what he was sensing.

”Primordial… Are you from the Primordial Race?” Max muttered slowly.

The young man tilted his head slightly when he heard the question. His expression looked genuinely puzzled.

”How did you know?” he asked calmly. ”It is usually very difficult for others to tell the difference between a human and a primordial.”

Max took a slow breath as the realization settled firmly in his mind.

The opponent standing before him was truly a primordial.

”The aura you carry reminded me of another primordial I have met,” Max replied honestly.

Even as he spoke, his mind remained alert. The Primordial Race was widely recognized as the most powerful race within the Divine Realm. Their abilities, bloodlines, and natural talents surpassed those of nearly every other race that existed.

Facing someone from that race meant that even a fragment of their soul could be extremely dangerous.

”Oh, so you have met another primordial,” the young man said softly.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Max with newfound interest. For a brief moment he remained silent as though evaluating him more carefully.

Then something unexpected happened.

A third eye suddenly appeared at the center of the young manʼs forehead.

”This…!” Maxʼs eyes widened slightly when he saw the strange phenomenon.

The appearance of the third eye alone was shocking, yet what followed next was far more terrifying.

The eye slowly began to open.

As the eyelid lifted, an overwhelming pressure surged outward from the young manʼs body. The moment the eye revealed itself completely, the entire atmosphere of the battlefield seemed to change.

Max felt as though the space around him had grown incredibly heavy.

The pressure that spread from that eye was unlike anything he had experienced before. It was not merely the aura of a powerful cultivator. It carried a divine authority that felt ancient and absolute.

Standing before the young man felt as though he was standing before a true god.

A strange impulse suddenly appeared in Maxʼs heart.

The urge to kneel.

The urge to bow his head and worship the being standing before him.

The feeling rose within his chest like an uncontrollable instinct, attempting to force his body into submission before the overwhelming authority radiating from the third eye.