Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1514 Ancestral Chamber of Black Dragon Clan!

Max paid close attention and nodded his head gradually.

The words from Lady Virelia rang perfectly clear in his mind.

For now, his cultivation level remained far too modest.

Max had only reached the third level of the Rebirth Realm. Though his fighting strength greatly surpassed his current stage, the divide between realms in the Divine Realm proved massive.

Those geniuses set to shine at the Cosmic Ascension Conference had been groomed by mighty powers from a young age. Their resources, legacies, and training grounds surpassed the wildest dreams of ordinary cultivators.

Following the Rebirth Realm lay the Law Awakening Realm.

Here, cultivators started grasping the core laws of the cosmos as their law embryos transformed into law seeds. Awakening these seeds marked the entry to genuine divine cultivation paths.

Beyond that stood the Law Refinement Realm.

At this stage, experts didn't just awaken laws—they forged them, bolstered them, and fused them into their very being. Their strikes drew not from mere spiritual force or skills but from the laws' raw might.

Max fully grasped the fearsome nature of such powerhouses.

Despite his many edges, two full realms still separated him from their level.

A lengthy journey awaited before he could rank among the Divine Realm's elite prodigies.

These ideas swirled in Max's thoughts as he drew a steady breath.

"I understand," he replied with composure.

Though the chasm loomed vast, his resolve stayed unshaken.

If Divine Realm geniuses already commanded the Law Refinement Realm, he would accelerate his cultivation to claim it too. The Cosmic Ascension Conference lay years ahead, yet those years would forge him from a mere cultivator into one of the Divine Realm's supreme talents.

Determination sharpened in Max's gaze.

He knew precisely his next steps.

Strength must surge within him.

"Very well, we'll escort you to our Black Dragon Clan's ancestral chamber," Lady Virelia announced, rising gracefully from her seat.

Max stood from his chair and trailed after her promptly. His face stayed serene, yet intrigue bubbled in his chest. A place like the Black Dragon Clan's ancestral chamber surely held extraordinary secrets.

There, the clan's priceless inheritance techniques lay safeguarded—access that even top disciples yearned for in vain.

Before long, they departed the Black Dragon Palace, heading to the inner sanctum of the Black Dragon Clan's core territories. Solemnity and grandeur filled the air. Timeworn yet imposing structures dotted the zone, infused with an aura of profound legacy spanning eons.

At the gateway to an inner hall, Mathew Grimes awaited them.

The Grimes Family head lingered calmly, as though anticipating their arrival.

"What kind of inheritance appeals to you, Max?" Mathew Grimes inquired while the trio advanced down a lengthy passage.

The corridor extended like a timeless burrow. Walls of stone bore ancient etchings of dragons soaring skies, heroes clashing monstrous foes, and cultivators unleashing wondrous arts.

A subtle golden radiance from runes pulsing with energy lit the path softly.

Max considered briefly before responding.

"With permission to pick any from the ancestral chamber, I'd choose three inheritance techniques," he stated evenly. "One centered on close-quarters fighting. Another for long-range assaults. The last blending both approaches."

Mathew Grimes nodded approvingly at his words.

"A wise selection," he affirmed. "Our ancestral chamber brims with techniques. You'll find ample choices."

After traversing the extended hallway, they reached a colossal gate.

Crafted from age-blackened metal enduring through ages, its face swirled with twisting dragon motifs. The dragons' eyes shimmered dimly, alive with sentience. Edge runes wove a intricate barrier sealing the chamber.

This marked the Black Dragon Clan's ancestral chamber portal.

Few disciples ever crossed this threshold.

Even direct scions of the seven families lacked free entry. Only picks by family heads gained admission for inheritances.

Yet Max bore the Saint title.

As the Black Dragon Clan's inaugural Saint, he commanded unrestricted access.

Mathew Grimes pressed his palm to the grand door. Border runes ignited softly, the barrier verifying his status.

The mighty portal creaked open gradually.

As it parted, an profound, timeless aura surged forth like a hushed wave.

Max entered alongside Lady Virelia and Mathew Grimes.

The chamber's expanse awed with splendor.

No mere chamber, it sprawled as a grand hall stretching endlessly. A vaulted ceiling soared like a royal dome, upheld by soaring obsidian pillars etched in vivid dragon reliefs, scales and talons rendered lifelike.

Gentle spiritual energy currents wove through, fostering a serene yet potent vibe.

Here, the Black Dragon Clan's legacies rested secure.

Rows of stone plinths filled the space. Each bore jade slips, crystal orbs, or bound scrolls holding technique lore. Some dwelled in glowing relic vessels pulsing spiritually.

Energy-script labels hovered over each, detailing name, rank, and battle style.

Certain zones housed pure melee techniques, auras dense with might, jade slips exuding fierce vibes of brutal close fights.

Others offered distant strike arts, artifacts projecting keen, precise energies for far-off devastating blows.

Unique corners held hybrid legacies, tougher to wield, their energies profound and enigmatic, brimming with hidden depths.

The hall embodied the Black Dragon Clan's martial hoard, built across endless eras.

Max paused silently, surveying the immense expanse.

His steady demeanor cracked slightly, struck by the staggering array of preserved inheritances.