Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1509 Saint Reiner!

"The initial replica sits right here, forming the very tower you occupy," the elder remarked with composure, surveying the expansive chamber. His translucent form shimmered, wavering as the lab's dim illumination passed through him.

"The second replica is situated somewhere within the vicinity of this Verdant Sky Star Realm," he went on. "You must undertake the search alone. I left no map or specific coordinates behind. Only one destined to delve deep into the path of body cultivation shall eventually uncover it."

Max paid close attention, absorbing every detail.

"Regarding the third tower," the old man added, his tone deepening, "that one is unique."

He cast his gaze upward, as if reaching into the memories of an ancient epoch.

"The third tower is the original prototype. Everything you see here sprouted from years of my research into its principles."

His eyes met Max's once again.

"That prime structure rests within a hallowed location in the Divine Realm."

He paused momentarily before appending one final remark.

"I trust you shall reach it one day, provided you truly strive for the pinnacle of the Divine Realm."

Max nodded slowly, processing the weight of the man's words.

"So the second replica is tucked away somewhere near the Verdant Sky Star Realm," he mused.

Knowing the tower occupied the same stellar region gave Max confidence that discovery was inevitable. The Divine Realm was vast, but if the site was truly near the Verdant Sky Star Realm, locating it was only a matter of diligence.

The old man spoke again, his expression turning solemn.

"Before you depart this tower, there are truths you must grasp."

Max turned his full attention toward him immediately.

The mentor's face grew stern.

"I am no nameless entity in this Divine Realm," he stated slowly. "During my era, I was quite renowned."

He clasped his hands behind his back, his demeanor firm.

"I originated from a formidable faction known as the War God Palace."

A ripple of pride echoed in his voice as he uttered the name.

"The War God Palace ranks among the most powerful first-rate forces across the entire Divine Realm."

Max narrowed his eyes slightly at the revelation.

Even amidst the intricate hierarchy of the Divine Realm, first-rate forces stood as absolute titans of power. A faction holding such standing surely possessed immense influence and terrifying strength.

The elder looked directly at Max.

"In my life, I have been known by many titles."

He offered a faint, lingering smile.

"But for you, Saint Reiner will suffice."

Saint Reiner shifted his focus back to Max. Suddenly, a soft radiance coalesced beside him, and a ring materialized in the air, suspended as if by an unseen hand.

Its surface was etched with intricate, arcane runes, appearing both ancient and profound. Even a cursory glance told Max this was no ordinary trinket.

"This ring holds advanced research into the path of body cultivation," Saint Reiner explained calmly. "I devoted much of my time to unearthing the cryptic, forgotten theories of this discipline. Everything I discovered beyond the Overlord Body Codex is stored within. I assumed you would require it to continue your journey beyond the Seven Divine Veins."

Max did not falter, reaching out to accept the ring with both hands. The second it touched his skin, he could sense a reservoir of immense knowledge contained within the artifact.

While he already possessed the Overlord Body Codex, this ring was clearly the key to pushing further along that treacherous cultivation path.

Saint Reiner watched him for a heartbeat longer.

"One final injunction you must heed," he declared solemnly. "You must find your way to the War God Palace."

Max looked up, startled by the requirement.

"As the inheritor of my life's work, you are effectively a disciple of the War God Palace," Saint Reiner continued. "Yet, that remains only a technicality. I expect you to travel there eventually and register your name officially as a disciple of my order."

Max lowered his head in a respectful, submissive gesture.

"Saint Reiner, I am ignorant of the War God Palace's whereabouts, and I cannot guarantee I will ever reach such a lofty height," Max replied humbly. "Nonetheless, I promise to exhaust every effort."

Saint Reiner permitted a faint smile.

"Fret not," he said with tranquility. "I suspect I shall have the chance to witness your growth even before we meet in person."

Max frowned, puzzled by the prediction.

"How so?" he queried, his curiosity piqued.

The smile on the elder's face deepened.

"The Cosmic Ascension Conference," came the answer.

Max's eyes grew sharp at the mention of the name.

"I am certain you will participate in that tournament," Saint Reiner continued. "The Cosmic Ascension Conference acts as the grandest stage in the Divine Realm, where the elite geniuses of countless systems converge."

His voice carried a weight of great importance.

"Prodigies from third-rate factions and the mighty first-rate organizations alike gather there with a singular ambition."

"To secure the title of the strongest genius in the Divine Realm."

Saint Reiner studied Max with a piercing gaze.

"Should you enter that tournament, our paths will cross. I desperately hope you choose to compete. Once you step onto that stage, you will stand before the elite forces that govern the Divine Realm."

His tone became somber as he added, "That trial will finally reveal to you the true, staggering scale of the Divine Realm."

"Cosmic Ascension Conference," Max repeated, nodding in quiet contemplation.

He had encountered the name through Lucia, but then, he had grasped little of its true significance. Now, after Saint Reiner's explanation, the gravity of the event was undeniable.

A subtle smirk graced Max's lips as his mind turned to strategy.

'I must compete in this tournament,' he thought. 'If I can secure a place among the top ten or claim the crown, the greatest factions will vie for my allegiance.'

A spark of fierce determination lit his eyes.

'And when that moment arrives, I shall select the most powerful benefactor of them all.'

He knew the confrontation with the Elven Race was inevitable. If he intended to survive against such an adversary, he required the backing of a peerless power.

To Max, the Cosmic Ascension Conference had become the ultimate gateway to securing that necessary foundation.