Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1500 Mark of Primordial!
Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...
As the crushing weight intensified, Max stumbled upon a realization that left him stunned.
His Primordial title remained completely dormant.
Ordinarily, any hostile pressure directed his way would be automatically neutralized or blocked by the authority his Primordial title bestowed. Unless a force was specifically intended to train him, the title served as an impenetrable barrier against such influence.
Yet, today, the title offered no defense.
For the inaugural time since he claimed it, his Primordial title stood powerless against the overwhelming pressure emitting from the young man’s third eye.
But then, an even stranger occurrence took place.
Exactly when the intensity approached its peak and the suffocating burden threatened to shatter everything in the vicinity, it suddenly evaporated.
The oppressive force that had consumed the entire arena vanished in a heartbeat, as if it had never existence. The dimensional tremors ceased, the crushing weight lifted from Max’s frame, and the internal turmoil within his heart vanished entirely.
Deep silence reclaimed the space.
Max was washed over by an unexpected, profound clarity. The breath-stealing tension was replaced by a serene, absolute stillness.
A subtle prompt flickered into view at the corner of his sight.
[Skill – Keeper's Dominion in effect]
Max’s gaze sharpened as he took in the alert.
Instantly, the situation became clear.
The force that had repelled the surging pressure was not external; it had been channeled from within. Keeper's Dominion had triggered on its own to counter the primordial authority radiating from the young man’s third eye.
This awareness shifted something deep within Max’s consciousness.
For the first time, he truly grasped the essence of this skill.
Keeper's Dominion was far more than a mere shield against pressure. At the moment of its activation, Max perceived a sovereign domain of authority encircling his soul. It felt as if the very fabric of space acknowledged his will as the ultimate law.
This revelation brought with it a second, sobering realization.
He possessed the capacity to inflict this exact pressure upon others if he so desired.
The sensation surging through Keeper's Dominion was immense. Max realized that by centering his intent, he could project a presence capable of suppressing even the primordial watching him. Within that manifested domain, the primordial would be left with no choice but to bow before Max’s will.
The potency was absolute.
However, Max refused to let such power cloud his judgment.
He held his composure, maintaining steady eye contact with the young primordial.
Despite his newfound ability, he had no desire to brandish such authority unless the situation demanded it.
"Oh, you do bear the mark of the Primordial. So, you have earned the validation of a primordial," the young man remarked, nodding slowly.
His demeanor remained tranquil, though a glimmer of appreciation danced in his eyes as he studied Max.
Max was surprised once more by the remark. Not only had this entity seen through him with a mere glance, but he had also pinpointed a hidden detail of his identity.
Before Max could offer a retort, the young primordial continued.
"I perceive the mark of the Primordial upon you. Where did you uncover it?"
"Mark of the Primordial?" Max murmured, knitting his brows as he contemplated the term.
In a flash, he identified what the man meant. The mark had to be linked to the title he was granted long ago in the Tower of Truth in the Lost Continent.
"It was bestowed upon me at a place known as the Tower of Truth," Max replied candidly.
The response triggered an immediate shift.
"What? From the Tower of Truth?" The young primordial’s serene mask finally crumbled, replaced by genuine astonishment.
He stared at Max, visibly bewildered.
"For that tower to confer the mark of the Primordial, you would have been required to claim the absolute highest position beneath the golden title," he stated measuredly.
Max nodded, his conviction unshaken.
"I achieved the top rank in the Tower of Truth. I claimed the golden title and surpassed all others."
The young primordial scrutinized him in silence for a few heartbeats before finally offering a slow nod.
"I accept that," he said quietly. "The Tower of Truth is notoriously unforgiving. The only path to receiving the mark of the Primordial is to ascend to the summit with the golden title held high. Only then will the Primordial watching over the tower choose to grant their favor."
He paused, peering at Max with a slight smirk.
"But do you truly grasp the significance of this mark? The Tower of Truth does not distribute such honors without profound reason. There is a deeper, ancient intent behind it."
Max gave a humble shake of his head.
"I have only lately ascended from the mortal realms," he confessed. "There is much regarding the Divine Realm that eludes me. I ask for your guidance."
The young primordial’s eyes flickered with fleeting surprise at the disclosure.
"So, the connection was to a Tower of Truth located in the mortal realms," he mused under his breath.
He seemed to sift through his recollections, eventually offering a slow shake of his head.
"I cannot recall which primordial was tasked with the mortal realms. Regardless, it changes little now."
He leveled his gaze at Max once more.
"Those graced with the mark of the Primordial are granted the potential to one day ascend and become a primordial themselves."
"What?" Max’s eyes widened, his shock hitting him like a physical blow as he heard those words.
This revelation shattered everything he previously believed about the Primordial race.
Primordials were celebrated across the Divine Realm as the most ancient and potent beings, their very existence woven into the fabric of the cosmos. How could a mortal simply transform into such a being?
Max’s mind spiraled into a whirlwind of questions.
Is it truly possible for one to alter their own lineage? Standing there on the ninety-ninth floor of the Combat Legion Tower, Max felt his perspective on the Divine Realm fracturing once again as his mind raced with unanswered questions.