Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1501 Secondary Being or Lesser Being

"The Primordial Race is a subject of immense complexity," the young primordial remarked with a gentle laugh as he witnessed the astonishment etched onto Max's face.

His amusement was devoid of malice; it possessed the weary cadence of someone who had frequently observed such startled reactions.

"Because you bear the mark of the Primordial, you are permitted to enter their lands," he continued, maintaining a composed demeanor. "Upon your arrival, you will be granted the opportunity to evolve into one of us."

Max furrowed his brows slightly at the proposition.

"What does it mean to become a primordial?" he asked with a solemn expression. "Would I cease to be human?"

The young primordial gave a slow, deliberate shake of his head.

"Humans, elves, demons, spirits, and the myriad other races strewn across the Divine Realm are nothing more than lesser entities," he explained. "Collectively, they are labeled as secondary beings."

Max’s expression hardened at this characterization.

The primordial proceeded, his delivery cool and clinical.

"In the grand design of existence, races like humans or elves do not hold the title of true masters of the universe. They are secondary entities that emerged within the lower tiers of creation."

He paused briefly before adding a final note.

"Should I disclose the actual reason for the existence of secondary beings, you would be profoundly shaken."

Max remained silent, absorbing the weight of his words.

The comment ignited a flicker of unease within his consciousness.

He was well aware that the Primordial Race was regarded as the supreme power within the Divine Realm. Their strength, long-standing heritage, and enigmatic abilities placed them on a pedestal far removed from lesser races.

Nonetheless, hearing those categories—humans, elves, demons, and spirits—dismissed as mere lesser beings left him feeling deeply unsettled.

Did the primordials truly possess the inherent right to label all other races as inferior? Or was there a profound truth concealed behind those labels, one that remained hidden from the average denizen of the Divine Realm?

Max maintained his silence as these doubts swirled through his mind.

The suggestion that humanity and other races might be classified as secondary relative to the primordials was difficult to swallow, yet the unwavering conviction in the young primordial's voice made the claim difficult to dismiss.

Max slowly fixed his gaze on his companion.

"What exactly do you mean when you say that learning the true purpose of secondary beings would shock me?" he probed.

He could perceive that the primordial hinted at something far more significant.

A hidden truth was clearly obscured by his words.

The young primordial scrutinized him for a heartbeat before shaking his head once more.

"I stated that I *would* be shocking you if I told you," he responded calmly. "However, I am currently unable to reveal such information."

His expression remained serene as he elaborated.

"This level of knowledge is not meant for those who still reside among the ranks of secondary beings."

He made a subtle gesture toward Max.

"Only when you undergo the transformation into a primordial will you possess the authority to comprehend those truths."

The young primordial’s eyes grew pensive as he surveyed the arena.

"The Divine Realm as you behold it now appears infinite to most practitioners of Cultivation," he said sluggishly. "Yet, this realm is merely a single stratum in an expansive architectural framework of existence."

His voice held a solemn gravity as he continued.

"The universe contains secrets that ordinary races are destined never to uncover. Vast histories have been wiped from the collective memory of secondary beings. There are ultimate truths regarding the origin of life, the fundamental structure of reality, and the underlying purpose of the myriad worlds that dot existence."

He fixed his eyes firmly on Max.

"Only higher or primary beings—such as the Primordial Race—are privy to these hidden facts."

The young primordial remained unflappable as he concluded his thought.

"If you harbor a sincere desire to grasp the essence of the universe, then you must become a primordial."

He offered a faint smile.

"Only then will the cosmos begin to unmask its secrets to you."

Max drew a sharp intake of breath as he processed the revelation. The information he had just received set his mind racing. Previously, he had operated under the assumption that the Divine Realm was the pinnacle of existence, the ultimate destination where the most powerful experts gathered and the strongest forces of the universe competed.

Yet, within just a few moments, this primordial had casually unveiled that layers of hidden truths existed even here, shielded from the eyes of commonality.

The notions of primordials, primary beings, secondary beings, and the invisible architecture of existence were more intricate than anything Max had previously encountered. The deeper his reflection, the more he understood how little he grasped about the nature of the cosmos.

'The Divine Realm is truly beyond imagining,' Max pondered silently. 'And compared to everything that truly exists, I am far too feeble to comprehend any of it.'

A muffled sigh passed his lips as the gravity of his insignificance settled in. However, instead of dampening his spirit, the insight only served to sharpen his resolve. If the universe harbored such profound enigmas, then the only path to unveiling them was to ascend until he could stand alongside those who held the keys to that knowledge.

Once the trial concluded, he would need to elevate his Cultivation to even greater heights.

Max tightened his grip on his blade and turned his eyes toward the primordial before him.

"Shall we commence our battle?" he asked with a calm demeanor.

The young primordial offered a slow shake of his head.

"There is no utility in us fighting," he rejoined in a relaxed tone. "A secondary being like you cannot possibly hope to overcome a primary being like myself."

The instant Max heard those words, a spark of irritation flickered in his gaze.

The primordial spoke with an absolute, unshakable confidence, as if he were stating a fundamental law of the universe. His tone lacked arrogance, yet the clinical certainty behind his words only served to rankle Max further.

Max suddenly felt the impulsive urge to strike immediately.

The air surrounding his frame began to crackle as seven-colored lightning crawled across his skin. Radiant streaks of crimson, violet, yellow, blue, and other vibrant energies pulsed intensely as he tapped into the power of the Storm King's inheritance once more.

Witnessing this, the young primordial merely smiled.

"Since your heart is set on battle," he said lightly, "I shall demonstrate the chasm between a secondary being and a primary being. I will show you the difference between a lesser being and a being of higher order."

Max bristled slightly at that.

While the primordial exhibited no hostile intent, the constant categorization of humans and other races as lesser was becoming increasingly irksome.

There was an inherent grace in the primordial's conduct, and Max could tell he was not fundamentally evil, yet his rhetoric exposed a deeply ingrained perspective within the Primordial Race.

To them, the divide between primary and secondary beings was merely an objective, undeniable fact.