Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1936: Primordial Ancestral Domain

The energy here was incredibly dense. It wasn’t just divine energy. It was older, heavier, more primal. Every breath carried a strange pressure, as if the air itself held fragments of a beginning from before most races had ever been born.

Far in the distance, Max saw a colossal palace big enough to hold a world inside it. Its pillars were carved with images of ancient beings standing above stars, suns, moons, dragons, phoenixes, titans, and countless other races. The palace didn’t give off any overbearing pressure, yet Max could feel it was watching everything.

Sarvion stopped beside him. ”Welcome to the Primordial Ancestral Domain.”

Max looked out across the floating continents. ”So this is where the Primordial Race lives.”

”One of our ancestral domains,” Sarvion corrected calmly. ”Not the only one.”

Max’s eyes flickered slightly. One of them. That alone said something about how deep the Primordial Race’s foundation went.

Sarvion kept walking, and Max followed him across a bridge of violet-gold light. As they got closer to the central reception platform, Max sensed several powerful auras gathering ahead. They weren’t old experts. Their vitality was young, but each aura carried a familiarity Max recognized from the Cosmic Ascension Conference.

When he reached the reception platform, he saw them.

Nine young geniuses were already waiting there. Revona stood quietly near the edge of the platform, her pale eyes half-open and unreadable. Damian Voss stood with his sword at his waist, calm and refined as always.

Ervin leaned slightly on his restored black spear, his expression faintly amused when he saw Max arrive. Orion Starfall crossed his arms with a bright smile, while Rakan Thorne grinned like he was already hoping something exciting would happen. Kaiden Voidmere stood silently, his silver-gray gaze fixed on the space around him.

Aurelian Lareth stood farther off, his expression controlled but stiff the moment Max showed up. Rosaline Lunara and Morgana Starveil were there too, rounding out the top ten geniuses the Primordials had chosen.

The moment Max stepped onto the platform, all nine of them turned toward him. For a brief moment, the air went still.

These were the top ten geniuses of the Cosmic Ascension Conference. Each of them had fought through countless battles.

Each had revealed a Pseudo Cosmic Path or a terrifying foundation. Each was strong enough to represent the very top of the younger generation in the Divine Realm. And now, all of them had been gathered by the Primordial Race.

Orion spoke first. ”Champion, you finally arrived.”

Rakan laughed loudly. ”He had to arrive last. Otherwise how would everyone remember he’s the champion?”

Morgana smiled faintly. ”That does sound like something fate would arrange.”

Damian gave Max a slight nod. ”Max.”

Ervin smiled lightly. ”You look stronger than before.”

Revona’s eyes moved across Max once, and for a brief instant her gaze sharpened. She didn’t say anything, but Max could tell she’d sensed something different.

His breakthrough into the Law Refinement Realm wasn’t easy to hide from someone with the Void Origin Eyes, even if she couldn’t see everything clearly.

Aurelian said nothing. His eyes stayed on Max one breath too long before he looked away.

Max noticed but didn’t bother responding.

’All of them are at the very peak of the Law Manifestation Realm. Just one step from the Divine Lord Realm.’

He thought quietly to himself. He’d beaten every one of them, sure, but that had happened inside the Eternal Hourglass, where all their cultivation had been suppressed down to the peak of the Law Refinement Realm.

Now that their cultivation wasn’t held back, Max knew he’d stand no chance against any single one of them.

Sarvion stepped forward and addressed all ten of them.

”The top ten of the Cosmic Ascension Conference have now gathered.”

The platform fell silent. Sarvion’s voice carried across the ancient reception ground.

”You’ve all been chosen by the Primordial Race. Each of you will get a chance to receive the Primordial bloodline and step onto the path of becoming a Primordial. Your ranking in the conference will decide the level of opportunity, the depth of ceremony access, and how much reward you’re permitted to attempt.”

His gaze moved to Max.

”As the champion, Max Morgan will receive the highest opportunity.”

The other nine stayed quiet, though their expressions shifted in different ways. Some looked calm. Some looked curious. Some looked competitive. Aurelian’s eyes darkened faintly.

Max only looked toward the colossal palace in the distance. The Primordial Ancestral Domain stretched out before him, ancient and unfathomable.

The reception platform stayed silent after Sarvion finished speaking.

The ten geniuses stood under the sky of the Primordial Ancestral Domain, surrounded by floating continents, ancient rune rings, rivers of starlight, and a pressure so old that even their powerful foundations felt smaller than usual here. None of them were ordinary.

Everyone standing on this platform had made the top ten of the Cosmic Ascension Conference, and each had fought through countless battles to reach this place. Yet inside the Primordial Race’s territory, even their pride instinctively quieted down.

Max looked toward the colossal palace in the distance. It seemed to exist beyond its own size. From one angle it looked like a divine structure spread across a continent. From another, it looked like a throne hall standing above the beginning of time.

The pillars were carved with images of ancient races bowing, stars collapsing, worlds being born, and four towering figures standing at the center of it all, like rulers of an age no one else had witnessed.

Before Max could study it any further, the air above the reception platform changed. It didn’t tear. It didn’t distort. It simply went still. The rivers of starlight stopped flowing for a breath. The rotating rune rings above slowed down.

Even the ancient pressure of the domain seemed to lower itself, as if welcoming someone who stood above ordinary authority.

Sarvion bowed immediately. ”Primarch.”

The moment that word left his mouth, the expressions of all ten young geniuses changed.

Primarch. The leaders of the Primordial Race. There were only four of them.