Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1499 A Primordial
Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...
The thrill from overcoming the elven woman on the ninety-eighth level lingered among the onlookers, yet the vibe in the Combat Legion Tower shifted anew.
A soft luminescence emanated from the ninety-ninth floor's arena while the structure amassed power to summon the forthcoming guardian. This summoning dragged on far more than those of earlier levels, with the wavering glow at the battlefield's heart gradually solidifying into a tangible form.
Viewers peering at the external displays instantly redirected their focus.
This emergent form wasn't an elf or an enigmatic species from remote cosmic domains.
It turned out to be a human.
The individual seemed youthful, roughly in his upper twenties. His features held a serene and steady demeanor, and his stance exuded a subtle assurance that aged him beyond his apparent years. Strands of his lengthy ebony hair trailed in his wake, enveloped by a subtle emanation cloaking his frame. Unlike the bursting energies of the fighters Max had clashed with before, this emanation pulsed with profound depth and enigma, as if vast might lurked under a flawlessly restrained facade.
'A human… fascinating,' Joe remarked with a subtle grin, scrutinizing the display intently.
'Despite being human, this foe won't make the clash any simpler for Max,' he went on, crossing his arms in contemplation. 'A sentinel at the ninety-ninth level has to outmatch the elven guardian of the ninety-eighth.'
Joe's gaze stayed locked on the depiction of the youth positioned within the tower.
'I'm eager to witness how this confrontation plays out,' he appended.
Unbeknownst to himself, Joe found himself utterly engrossed in Max's exploits. The deeper he delved into the young fighter's conquest of the tower's daunting challenges, the greater his intrigue grew toward the force driving that prowess. Even observing the impending duel struck him as precious, unveiling yet another facet of Max's awe-inspiring capabilities.
'Should Max fail to conquer the ninety-ninth level, he's still outdone every record in the Black Dragon Clan's annals,' Victor Veron declared with a pleased grin.
'Today's feats confirm his aptitude and gifts eclipse all talents our clan has ever yielded,' he proceeded. 'From here forward, we must cultivate this youth with utmost diligence.'
Mathew Grimes inclined his head in concurrence, eyeing the projection with rapt concentration.
'Post-trial, we'll convene on Max's trajectory,' he stated resolutely. 'Numerous aspects demand deliberation on shaping his journey right.'
His attention swung back to the feed showing Max upon the ninety-ninth level.
'Presently, let's just watch his showing in this skirmish.'
A short distance away, Lady Virelia observed quietly as events progressed.
'Best of luck, Max,' she whispered under her breath.
Her stare fixed unwaveringly on the projection portraying his stance opposite the enigmatic combatant on the ninety-ninth level.
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Upon the ninety-ninth level, the instant the adversary fully took shape, Max's senses honed razor-sharp. His form grew taut, the multicolored bolts encircling him twinkling softly, poised to unleash fury in a heartbeat. Through his tower ordeals, he'd ingrained the reflex to lunge right as a fresh foe emerged.
Yet, on the verge of launching his assault, an anomaly halted him.
Max gazed intently at the youth across from him.
An oddity marked the emanation encasing this rival. Surface-level poise masked a profound antiquity and boundlessness underneath. The longer Max appraised him, the surer he felt of the essence he detected.
'Primordial… Do you hail from the Primordial Race?' Max uttered deliberately.
The youth cocked his head at the query, his face displaying authentic bewilderment.
'How could you tell?' he inquired placidly. 'Most find it quite hard to distinguish a human from a primordial.'
Max drew in a measured inhale as the truth rooted deep in his thoughts.
The rival confronting him was indeed a primordial.
'Your emanation evoked another primordial I've encountered,' Max answered candidly.
While uttering this, his awareness stayed vigilant. The Primordial Race stood renowned as the mightiest lineage in the Divine Realm. Their powers, lineages, and innate gifts dwarfed almost all other peoples known.
Confronting one of that lineage implied even a soul shard could prove immensely perilous.
'Ah, so you've crossed paths with another primordial,' the youth murmured gently.
His gaze sharpened faintly, appraising Max with fresh curiosity. For a fleeting instant, he hushed, as if probing deeper.
Suddenly, an unforeseen twist transpired.
A third eye materialized abruptly at the youth's brow's midpoint.
'This…!' Max's eyes flared mildly at the bizarre occurrence.
The third eye's emergence stunned alone, but the ensuing dread eclipsed it.
That eye commenced parting its lid.
With the lid rising, a crushing force billowed from the youth's form. Once the eye unveiled fully, the battlefield's very air transformed.
Max sensed the surrounding void weighing oppressively.
No prior force matched the eye's emanation. Beyond a mighty cultivator's presence, it bore a godly dominion that echoed eternal and unyielding.
Facing the youth evoked confronting a veritable deity.
An odd compulsion surged in Max's core.
The impulse to prostrate.
The drive to lower his head and revere the entity before him.
This sensation swelled in his bosom like an irrepressible urge, striving to compel his frame to yield to the commanding might from the third eye.
