Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1507 Conflict with Primordials?

The old man let out a sharp scoff, as if a bitter memory had just surfaced.

"I harbor some deep-seated resentment toward the primordials," he remarked.

His tone was filled with unmistakable irritation.

"While they might hold the title of the universe’s most powerful race, they are also easily the most arrogant creatures I have ever had the displeasure of knowing."

Folding his arms tightly, the elder pressed on with his explanation.

"I had dealings with them in the past. Every single interaction ended with me coming out on the losing end. Their overwhelming ego and superiority complex made any form of partnership absolutely unbearable."

He gestured with a shake of his head.

"Because of that, I would sooner hand my inheritance down to anyone else in the cosmos than gift it to a primordial."

Max stood listening intently as the elder continued his tale.

"There is yet another factor," he added. "To my knowledge, the Primordial Race has already obtained a fragmentary version of my research."

He articulated each word with precise intensity.

"A mere half-baked remnant of the truth."

"Because of that simple fact, there was no reason for me to provide them with the completed inheritance."

The old man turned his gaze toward the various tools and ancient texts scattered throughout the chamber.

Then, speaking at a more measured pace, he continued.

"However, the core reason goes far deeper than mere grievances."

"My life’s work is entirely dedicated to the path of body cultivation."

Max’s focus sharpened instantly upon hearing this revelation.

The elder’s expression grew increasingly solemn as he spoke further.

"The Primordial Race does not value the path of body cultivation," he stated slowly. "In truth, they look down upon it with open disdain."

"They believe that the discipline of refining the physical form is primitive and fundamentally lacking."

As he voiced these claims, the old man shook his head slowly, appearing to mourn a long timeline of lost potential.

"Their perspective is, unfortunately, not without merit," he admitted. "The authentic path of body cultivation was buried in the mists of history long ago."

He cast a brief glance toward the shelves packed with ancient manuscripts surrounding them.

"In the distant past, complete systems of cultivation existed, dedicated entirely to the tempering of the physical vessel. These systems were guided by profound laws that allowed cultivators to refine their bones, blood, flesh, and internal organs to unfathomable degrees."

He paused briefly before continuing.

"Yet, over the countless eons that followed, those archaic techniques slowly faded into oblivion. Massive conflicts between titan forces razed entire civilizations, causing many inheritances to be scattered or erased. The grand masters who truly understood the art of body cultivation vanished from the annals of history."

The old man’s voice deepened with gravity.

"Even the essential laws that governed body cultivation gradually eroded from this universe."

Max listened with rapt attention as the old man drew his conclusion.

"Due to this tragic loss, no individual within the entire Divine Realm has managed to fully walk the path of true body cultivation for ages."

The elder raised a single finger to emphasize his next point.

"Conceptually, the body cultivation system centers on the Seven Divine Veins. By opening these veins, a cultivator can unlock the hidden potential of their very existence."

"But because of the disappearance of these ancient laws, that path has become severely crippled."

His eyes sharpened defensively.

"In this current era, it is near impossible for any cultivator to progress beyond the Seven Divine Veins legitimately."

He paused, clarifying his point.

"Even advancing through the lower veins has become an almost insurmountable task."

"The absolute ceiling that any individual has achieved in this age is the fourth divine vein."

The old man relayed this fact with absolute conviction.

"And even that meager achievement is exclusive to the Primordial Race."

Max narrowed his eyes, processing the weight of this information.

"Beyond the fourth divine vein," the old man went on, "no soul has succeeded since ancient times. The decay of body cultivation laws rendered further advancement unattainable."

Once more, he shook his head slowly.

"This is why modern understanding of the art is so woefully incomplete."

"The primordials see this fragmented, broken path and conclude that the entire system is inherently flawed."

A faint, brilliant spark of pride flickered in the old man’s eyes.

"But they are mistaken."

He gestured with a sweep of his hand toward the piles of instruments and books filling the room.

"Everything dwelling in this chamber is the fruition of my life’s labor."

"I spent countless years obsessively studying the faded remnants of the old path. I scoured abandoned ruins, translated long-lost scrolls, and painstakingly reconstructed shards of knowledge scattered across time."

His voice was filled with a quiet, hardened conviction.

"Fragment by fragment, I pieced together the missing foundation of that lost tradition."

The elder locked eyes with Max.

"My inheritance is the embodiment of that effort."

"It is built entirely upon a fully restored path of body cultivation."

"Do you mean to say you have discovered a method to surpass the Seven Divine Veins?" Max asked, his excitement palpable.

The mere thought ignited a flame of anticipation in his chest. Everything the elder had described hinted at the possibility of restoring the lost path to its former glory.

However, the old man offered a slow, negative shake of his head.

"If only that were the case, lad," he replied with a faint sigh.

The elder studied Max with a calm, probing gaze.

"Answer me this first," he commanded. "Do you truly desire to inherit my work?"

Max did not waver for a single heartbeat.

He gave a solemn nod.

"I have already opened the first of the Seven Divine Veins," Max stated firmly. "And it is my intention to open all seven."

His tone was filled with unwavering resolve.

"During my travels, I once witnessed a vision of ancient martial artists capable of shattering stars with the slightest flick of their finger."

Max’s gaze grew intense at the memory.

"I desire for my own body to reach that zenith of strength one day."

The elder watched Max in thoughtful silence for a long moment.

Then, a slow, gentle smile touched his lips.

"A body capable of crushing stars, you say?"

He could perceive the profound sincerity radiating from Max’s eyes. The thirst for power within the young man was genuine and deep-seated. It was not mere arrogance or erratic ambition; it was a focused desire for excellence.

Max truly hungered to reach that pinnacle of power.