Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1505 Into the 100th Floor!

"How do I look?" Max inquired with composure, casting his gaze toward the youthful primordial.

Surrounding them, the battlefield pulsated with overwhelming vitality. Nine needles crafted of lightning drifted around Max, acting as silent instruments capable of rending the very fabric of space. Behind his back, four gargantuan divine beasts—forged from ravenous black flames—loomed like ancient sentinels, their forms encased in shimmering golden plate.

The heavens above were choked with a boundless expanse of golden blades, a manifestation of the Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline. This breathtaking armada of ethereal armaments flooded the arena with blinding radiance.

The young primordial observed the spectacle in silence.

He offered a slow, deliberate nod.

"You are quite capable," he remarked serenely. "You have certainly far surpassed my estimations."

His eyes lingered upon the manifestations hovering about Max, and he continued to nod in genuine appreciation.

"Were I to judge your potential, I would confidently place you among the premier geniuses of the Divine Realm. Nevertheless, you remain but one among a multitude. The Divine Realm is vast, and there exist many prodigies whose aptitude rivals your own."

He paused momentarily before resuming.

"In any case, you have already cleared the trial of this level."

Max’s brow furrowed the instant the words reached his ears.

"What is the meaning of this?" he questioned. "I have not yet conquered you."

The youthful primordial granted him a faint, enigmatic smile.

"To be entirely truthful, this level functions differently from the rest," he explained with calm poise. "The ninety-ninth level is the penultimate trial of the Combat Tower, and its regulations are distinct from the preceding floors."

"As the warden of this chamber, I possess the mandate to strike down any seeker who arrives here without having unlocked at least one of the Seven Divine Veins."

His eyes bored into Max as he went on.

"However, if an individual who has already awakened one of the Seven Divine Veins appears, that person has, by definition, met the criteria for passage."

Max’s expression shifted, his demeanor subtly altering as he listened.

"The true prerequisite for clearing the ninety-ninth floor is not overcoming me," the primordial clarified. "The requirement is merely to have successfully unsealed at least one of the Seven Divine Veins within your Dantian."

"And that, you have already accomplished."

A tranquil smile graced his features.

"Consequently, you passed the trial of this level the very moment you crossed that threshold."

Max lingered in silence, absorbing the weight of this revelation.

The young primordial continued his explanation.

"I withheld this knowledge previously because you bear the mark of the Primordial," he confessed. "Upon sensing that sigil upon you, I was struck by curiosity. I longed to witness your true prowess."

His attention drifted toward the lightning needles and the divine beasts anchored behind Max.

"Having observed what you are capable of, there is no longer cause to maintain this charade."

As he ceased his speech, the primordial's entity suddenly ignited with a brilliant, golden luminosity.

Max’s eyes widened slightly at the sight.

Realizing the primordial was on the verge of vanishing, Max hurriedly posited the inquiry that had been weighing on his mind.

"Where might I locate the Primordial Race?" he pressed urgently. "I lack knowledge of the star realm they call home."

The young primordial offered a faint, gentle smile.

"Because you carry the mark of the Primordial, your destiny is irrevocably intertwined with our own," he answered steadily. "Sooner or later, you will encounter the Primordial Race."

"You need not concern yourself with such trivialities."

His form began to dissolve, filtering away into drifting motes of glittering golden essence.

"I simply harbor the hope that by our next meeting, you will have ascended to a level of strength far beyond your current state."

With those final pronouncements, the primordial's body shattered into infinite fragments of light, vanishing completely from the ninety-ninth floor of the Combat Tower.

As the primordial dissolved into brilliance, the atmosphere within the Combat Tower underwent a drastic transformation.

Outside the towering structure, the panoramic projections that had been broadcasting Max’s image flickered violently.

With a sudden snap, the screens plunged into total darkness.

This abrupt interruption ignited widespread bewilderment among the spectators, who had been witnessing the trial with bated breath. A heartbeat ago, they had been observing Max on the ninety-ninth floor, engulfed in terrifying manifestations of lightning, flames, and divine light.

Now? Nothing remained.

The projections had utterly ceased.

"What has occurred?" one of the disciples cried out in disbelief. "Why have the arrays gone dark?"

An Elder stepped forward, shielding his eyes as he squinted at the sightless screen with a troubled expression.

"Could it be that the internal runes have encountered a malfunction, causing the projection array to fail?"

"That seems highly improbable," a second individual countered, shaking his head. "The Combat Legion Tower has operated without flaw for millennia. Such an occurrence is unprecedented. I find it difficult to believe the fault rests with the tower itself."

A wave of hushed whispers rippled through the gathering.

Disciples and Elders traded conjectures, each desperate to discern the catalyst for the blackout, yet none arrived at a satisfactory conclusion.

The tower had always functioned with absolute precision.

Never before had the projection array failed to display the combat unfolding within.

For the first time in an age, a sense of profound unease permeated the observers.

Joe remained mute, his gaze fixed upon the dark screen as his mind raced. His brows knitted together as he analyzed the situation.

Finally, he broke his silence.

"It is evident that the tower spirit has suppressed the projections," Joe stated solemnly.

The gathered Elders pivoted to face him immediately.

"My assumption is that Max has transitioned to the hundredth floor of the Combat Tower," Joe elaborated. "The spirit of the tower must have deliberately veiled the projections to ensure whatever transpires on the hundredth floor remains hidden from prying eyes."

As these words hung in the air, a ripple of astonishment passed through the assembly.

Mathew Grimes nodded in slow agreement, weighing the gravity of the claim.

"That assessment carries significant weight," he remarked thoughtfully. "The secrets of the hundredth floor must be of monumental importance if the tower spirit has seen fit to seal it from all observers."

This notion only served to heighten the frantic curiosity of those gathered.

Everyone understood that the hundredth floor was a legend, reached by no one in recorded history.

For thousands of years, the zenith remained the ninety-first floor. Even the most prodigious talents from the Violet Star Palace had faltered before the warden of the ninety-eighth floor.

Now, Max had shattered those ceilings, stepping into a domain unseen by any mortal before.

"Elder Joe," Victor Veron questioned, turning toward him with urgency, "do you have any comprehension of what resides upon the hundredth floor?"

Joe responded with a slow, measured shake of his head.

"Though my Violet Star Palace was the lineage that originally unearthed two of these Combat Towers," he replied with restrained dignity, "no disciple of our Sect has ever succeeded in touching the hundredth floor."

He paused, staring intensely at the void of the display.

"Consequently, no soul truly knows what awaits there, yet given the spirit’s intervention, I can only conclude that whatever rests within is of profound significance."

A flicker of contemplativeness crossed Joe’s countenance.

"It could potentially be some forgotten inheritance."

"Or perhaps something of even greater, more unfathomable magnitude."

The seven family heads listened in grim silence, offering solemn nods of agreement.

Whatever occupied the hundredth floor of the Combat Legion Tower was, quite clearly, not intended for the eyes of the common world.