Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 2025: Back to Four Sacred Clans!

Sarvion watched him quietly and seemed to catch what he was thinking.

”The Godslayer’s Pilgrimage isn’t a place where answers come easy,” Sarvion said. ”If this page came from there, the complete inheritance might be hidden in some dangerous region, sealed inside an ancient ruin, held by another race, or scattered across different trials. It’s also possible only this fragment survives.”

Max looked at him. ”But it’s still a clue.”

Sarvion nodded. ”Yes. And for someone walking a lost path, a clue is sometimes worth more than a complete technique that doesn’t even belong to them.”

Max stared at the withered page for a long moment. The five Divine Veins inside his body sat quiet now, but he could still remember how they’d trembled when he first read the name Eternal Body. That reaction couldn’t be false.

After a while, Max carefully folded the page and stored it away. His decision was clear now. The Godslayer’s Pilgrimage was no longer just one of his options. It was the place he had to go.

”Sarvion,” Max said calmly, ”I’ve decided.”

Sarvion looked at him.

Max’s eyes stayed steady. ”I’m going to the Godslayer’s Pilgrimage.”

Sarvion didn’t look surprised. Instead, he gave a faint smile. ”I figured you would.”

After talking with Sarvion a little longer, Max parted ways with him and headed straight back to the room assigned to him inside the Primordial Ancestral Domain.

For now, nothing urgent remained for him to do. Arvantos had already laid out the three possible paths. Sarvion had explained the truth behind his Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline.

The Codex Library had handed him a clue about the Eternal Body, and that clue pointed straight to the Godslayer’s Pilgrimage. Unless one of the Seven Monarchs chose him, Max’s next destination was already set.

He only had to wait. The Godslayer’s Pilgrimage would open in roughly six days. For most people, six days wasn’t much. For Max, six days gave him more than enough time to make real progress.

The moment he entered his room, Max activated the isolation formation and stepped into the Dimension of Time. The quiet space of his personal dimension unfolded around him, and the shift in time flow immediately gave him what the outside world couldn’t.

He didn’t waste a single moment. He started training with his Pseudo Cosmic Paths, refining his control over the Emotion Severing Path, Divine King Punishment, the Devouring Flames Domain, the Primordial Flame Path, the Ice Path, and the Light Path.

Time flowed differently inside the dimension. Max moved from one path to another with complete focus. He practiced the Ten Void Sealing Art until the ten void rings responded with even greater precision.

He compressed Primordial Flames in one ring and black flames in another, then compared how both powers behaved under the pressure of void sealing. He used Dragonheart to test how the Emotion Severing Path flowed through his sword strikes.

He refined his use of Divine King Punishment, making sure the seven-colored lightning didn’t just explode outward with brute force, but came down with judgment and purpose.

Three days passed like that.

On the fourth day, Arvantos summoned all ten geniuses again. They gathered in the same quiet hall inside the Primordial Ancestral Domain.

This time, the atmosphere felt different from before. Everyone already knew the Seven Monarchs would make their decision before the Godslayer’s Pilgrimage opened, and even though most of them stayed quiet, their eyes showed real anticipation.

Arvantos stood at the front of the hall with a solemn expression.

”The Seven Monarchs have made their decision,” he said.

The ten geniuses immediately went serious.

Arvantos looked at each of them before continuing, ”They’ve chosen three among you.”

The hall went silent.

”Orion. Kaiden. Morgana.”

Those three names changed the expressions of everyone else.

Orion blinked, then pointed at himself. ”Me?”

Kaiden’s expression stayed steady, but his eyes clearly moved. Morgana raised her brows slightly, then smiled with interest, like she’d just heard something amusing and dangerous at the same time.

The others looked surprised too.

Max glanced toward the three of them thoughtfully. He hadn’t expected the Monarchs to pick Orion, Kaiden, and Morgana out of everyone here, but after thinking back on what Revona had said, it didn’t seem too strange.

The Seven Monarchs didn’t choose by normal standards. Their eyes worked differently from ordinary experts, and what caught their interest might not be obvious to anyone else.

Revona smiled faintly from the side. ”Told you their choices were strange.”

Orion recovered quickly and grinned. ”Strange or not, I’ll take it.”

Damian folded his arms and looked at him. ”Try not to die under your Monarch’s training.”

Orion’s grin stiffened slightly. ”That was unnecessary.”

Morgana chuckled softly. ”No, I think that was very necessary.”

Kaiden stayed calm, but his gaze had turned resolute. Whichever Monarch had chosen him, this was an opportunity countless geniuses in the Divine Realm would never get. He wasn’t going to waste it.

Soon, a Primordial expert entered the hall to take the three away. Before leaving, Orion looked back at Max and the others with a wide smile. ”Don’t fall too far behind while I’m gone.”

Damian snorted. ”Worry about yourself.”

Morgana gave everyone a casual wave, while Kaiden nodded once before following the Primordial expert out of the hall. A spatial passage opened in front of them, and the three chosen geniuses disappeared into it.

Only seven remained. Arvantos turned toward Max, Damian, Ervin, Revona, Rosaline, Rakan, Aurelian, and the others who hadn’t been chosen.

”As for the rest of you,” he said solemnly, ”I take it you’re planning to enter the Godslayer’s Pilgrimage.”

The seven geniuses nodded. None of them hesitated. The first path, staying with the Primordial Race and cultivating safely, didn’t suit them. The Monarch path was no longer in their hands. That left the Godslayer’s Pilgrimage, the dangerous battlefield where the strongest young geniuses of all five universes would gather.

Arvantos looked at their faces and spoke in a heavier voice. ”In that case, you have one day to visit your loved ones and settle your personal matters.”

The hall grew quieter.

”There’s no telling what you’ll run into in the Godslayer’s Pilgrimage. You might encounter geniuses from the Devil Race, Angel Race, Dragon Race, and Spirit Race. You might enter ruins that have killed people far stronger than you. You might find opportunities that change your whole future, but you might also run into dangers that don’t give you a second chance.”

His gaze swept across them. ”The chance of death is very high.”

No one looked away.

Arvantos continued, ”Use this one day well. Meet the people you want to meet. Say what you need to say. Prepare your weapons, steady your minds, and make sure you walk into that place without regret.”

The seven geniuses nodded solemnly.

After saying this, Arvantos dismissed them and vanished from the hall.

Max and the others talked for a short while afterward. Nobody said much. The mood had turned heavier. Everyone had families, teachers, friends, clans, or people they wanted to see before heading off to a place where even their own survival wasn’t guaranteed.

One by one, they went their separate ways.

Max also left the Primordial Ancestral Domain and headed back to the Five Sacred Clan domain. This time, his arrival looked completely different. No one threatened him. No one blocked his path. No elder questioned his identity or tried to push him around with authority.

Instead, the guards and descendants of the Four Sacred Clans treated him with obvious restraint and respect. Some even lowered their heads as he passed. Their expressions stayed complicated, but none of them dared show open hostility.