Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1424 Primal Intent to Devour!
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'She possesses the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline too,' Max swiftly determined.
He perceived it distinctly at this point. The energy surrounding her, even if held back, held a subtle hint of turbulent dragon power. It felt pristine and timeless. However, an element in it differed from his version.
'But why does my bloodline crave to swallow hers?'
This issue weighed on him heavily.
Lineages from the same roots typically vibrated in harmony, pushed back, or formed a rank order. Swallowing indicated something else altogether. It suggested merging. It meant one heritage could bolster itself by taking in the other.
And earlier, whenever he crossed paths with another bearer of the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline, his own always seemed dominant over theirs, so why this abrupt shift? Why had that sense of supremacy turned into an unrelenting urge to consume that heritage?
Max's gaze sharpened a bit as he examined her with greater focus.
Her energy flowed smoothly.
Excessively smooth.
While numerous followers projected their dragon heritage freely amid the skull's overwhelming force, hers stayed firmly reined in, nearly forged to ideal density. It didn't spill out recklessly. It avoided conflicting with the dragon skull's presence. Rather, it coexisted peacefully alongside it.
'What sets her bloodline apart enough to spark this craving?'
He mulled over potential reasons.
Did her heritage run clearer?
Did it align more closely with the essence of authentic dragons?
Or maybe it stayed unfinished, allowing his bloodline to draw it in and complete it?
The idea that his lineage could advance by consuming another's sent a shiver through him. The drive seemed old and savage, like it stemmed from a primal age when dragons battled and devoured each other to rise in power.
Max quelled the rising avarice inside.
He disliked that sensation.
He wasn't some creature ruled by raw impulses. As a cultivator, he possessed determination and logic. Still, he couldn't ignore the fact that the response was genuine and intense.
His attention stayed on the dark-haired woman for several more moments.
She hadn't spotted him so far. Or maybe she had and opted to stay unresponsive.
Regardless, Max grasped one thing plainly then.
This wouldn't mark the final intersection of their journeys.
And any mystery hidden in her bloodline connected profoundly with the heart of his being.
Right as Max attempted to soothe the turbulent churn in his bloodline, the woman with flowing black locks gradually swiveled her head.
It was a basic motion.
But the instant her stare connected with his, an inner barrier in him broke.
Their gazes held firm over the chamber, through the oppressive force of the dragon skull, amid the ocean of faltering followers. For the briefest instant, everything else blurred away. The weight, the whispers, the ordeal, all drifted into the background.
Then Max beheld her visage truly.
She possessed striking beauty.
That emerged as the initial and truest notion in his thoughts. Her traits blended fragility with edge, like shaped by a precise artisan. Her complexion glowed softly under the faint crimson glow of the chamber.
Her eyes held profound depth and shadow, with a subtle spark of icy sharpness. No fear showed in them amid the choking dragon force. No haughtiness appeared either. Just serene vigilance.
Yet allure wasn't what broke his poise.
The second their looks intertwined, the response in his form escalated wildly.
It transcended mere subtle yearning.
It transformed into a thunderous call.
The Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline inside him roared like a creature roused from deep sleep. His vessels heated up, nearly scorching from within. The turbulent dragon power twisted aggressively around his center, swelling, straining at the edges of his restraint.
'What's going on?'
Max's breaths quickened a touch, even as he projected outward tranquility.
The yearning sharpened intensely.
It wasn't esteem.
It wasn't desire.
It was consuming purpose.
A primal urge to engulf.
His bloodline detected an element in her that it yearned for desperately. Her very presence acted like sustenance. His turbulent dragon power thrummed with such force that momentarily, he worried it might burst free without restraint.
A soft ebony gleam flashed in his irises before it disappeared.
He gripped his hands tightly without thinking.
The impulse grew fiercer still.
If it had whispered earlier, it now demanded.
Consume.
Integrate.
Seize.
A surge of icy awareness flooded Max. This went beyond ordinary harmony between akin bloodlines. This was hunter's drive. His heritage didn't view her as a peer. It saw her as quarry.
'Why?'
His mind whirled.
Did her bloodline represent a finer piece of a genuine Black Dragon?
Did it vary in some way?
Or did it linger unfinished, ready for uptake by a stronger variant?
The turbulent energy in him throbbed stronger the more their stares held. He sensed the dragon skull's presence nearby stirring subtly too, as if some forgotten echo awakened by their wordless clash.
In that instant, Max detected another shift.
Her energy altered faintly.
Not on the surface.
But deep inside.
It was delicate, but impossible to miss.
Her bloodline had stirred as well.
Her eyes tightened just a fraction, like she had picked up on the same fierce churn from him. A light wave of dragon power coursed through her frame, mastered and held, yet keen.
For a fleeting moment, the air between them crackled.
As if two timeless creatures sized one another up.
Ultimately, she averted her gaze from him. And as she did, Max started to regain his composure suddenly.
His pulse steadied, though far below, the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline churned without end. The craving didn't vanish once their eye contact ended. It persisted, bubbling low, like a hunter that had at last found its mark after ages lost in shadow.
'This poses a threat.'
He comprehended it fully now. Should he let this drive lead, he could forfeit his command someday.
He drew in a measured breath and forced down the turbulent dragon power through pure resolve. The Dimensional Sovereign Body aided him, steadying his inner turmoil and locking away the savage rush before it escaped.
Even so, as he settled himself, one fact stood unshakable.
His bloodline had targeted her.
And whatever enigma dwelled in her dragon heritage, it was an element his own core hungered for with horrifying fervor.