Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1600 Devour!

Before him lay an unseen boundary, perceptible only to the deepest instincts of his being. Beyond this threshold, the very atmosphere underwent a radical transformation, as if he stood at the precipice of an alien world. The air grew heavy, imbued with a darkness steeped in ancient draconic power, so potent that even the fabric of space seemed strained under its weight.

The terrain ahead bore the scars of ages: blackened, fractured earth carpeted with colossal scales, fragmented bones, and peculiar crimson crystals that had sprouted from the corrupted soil. Every zephyr sweeping from this domain carried a ferocious pressure that assailed the senses.

This was the core region.

The veritable forbidden heart of Dragon Death Valley.

Even Max, who had navigated the inner reaches with considerable ease, did not venture forward recklessly.

He remained motionless, gaze fixed ahead, contemplating his course of action.

He had borne witness to the fate of those who dared to enter this place. The draconic entities that prowled the valley were once human. They had sought fortune, only to be overwhelmed by the emanations within the core. Their forms warped, their minds fractured, and their identities dissolved into primal, bestial instinct.

Draconification.

It was no mere poison or curse, easily defied. It was a complete metamorphosis of flesh, blood, and spirit.

Max’s brow furrowed.

Even with his considerable self-assurance, he could not claim absolute certainty in this forsaken place.

While Keeper's Dominion could shield the mind, this pervasive corruption also assailed the physical form. Should his own flesh begin to transform uncontrollably, he too might become one of the abominations stalking the valley.

For the first time since entering Dragon Death Valley, a flicker of hesitation crossed his visage.

"Is the reward worth the peril?" he murmured aloud.

The remains of an ancient black dragon rested deeper within the core, radiating an irresistible allure that promised colossal opportunities. Yet, a single misstep could obliterate all he had painstakingly achieved.

Then, in that precise moment, something resonated within him.

His bloodline.

A potent surge coursed through his body, akin to a primal beast stirring from a profound slumber. The Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline began to vibrate intensely, and with it, another instinct, buried deep within his essence, awakened.

Devouring.

The closer his proximity to the core, the more forceful this compulsion grew. His bloodline was not recoiling from the draconic aura; it was reacting with an entirely different impulse.

It yearned to engulf it.

Max's eyes gleamed with sudden clarity.

"So, this is your response..."

He could perceive it unequivocally now. Rather than fear or repulsion, his bloodline perceived the draconic energy as vital sustenance, a valuable essence to be assimilated, not shunned.

And Max understood that the colossal corpse of the Black Dragon was the primary catalyst for this devouring impulse that he had been compelled to suppress.

After a measured pause of several seconds, Max exhaled deliberately.

"I shall place my faith in my bloodline."

If anyone possessed the capacity to withstand this place, it was undoubtedly him.

Without squandering another moment, Max initiated the Dragon Scales Transformation.

Dark, obsidian scales erupted across his body, encasing his limbs, torso, and neck in layers of formidable defense. Each scale shimmered with an iridescent sheen, emanating both resilience and draconic majesty. His personal aura surged dramatically, and his very presence became significantly more commanding.

Only after meticulously fortifying himself did he advance.

He crossed the threshold into the core region.

The instant he entered, the draconic aura surged towards him like a sentient tempest. It pressed against his newly formed scales, permeated the surrounding atmosphere, and sought to infiltrate his very flesh.

Max remained resolute.

One second elapsed.

Then another.

Several more followed.

He waited with unwavering patience, his senses at their peak acuity, prepared to react to the subtlest anomaly.

Nothing transpired.

No physical mutation.

No descent into madness.

No loss of self-control.

Instead, the draconic aura, which should have wrought corruption, was being naturally repelled and partially assimilated by his bloodline's inherent power.

A slow smile spread across Max's face.

"My intuition was correct."

A wave of relief, mingled with profound excitement, washed over him simultaneously.

This region, the most perilous within Dragon Death Valley, had inexplicably become accessible solely to him.

Casting aside all further hesitation, Max lowered his stance and launched himself forward with the speed of a thunderbolt.

The ground fractured beneath his feet as he streaked through the core region, his trajectory aimed directly at the epicenter where the gargantuan corpse of the ancient black dragon awaited.

Max traversed the core region at an astonishing velocity.

The deeper he journeyed, the more overwhelming the ambient pressure grew. The draconic aura was so concentrated it coalesced into visible currents of dark energy, drifting through the air like ethereal smoke.

The very earth thrummed faintly with each pulse emanating from the ancient remains ahead, and the fractured landscape surrounding him appeared permanently sculpted by the lingering might of the colossal corpse.

Yet, Max did not falter in his pace.

His form, encased in shimmering dark scales from the Dragon Scales Transformation, pressed onward through the tempestuous onslaught of suppressing energy. With each stride, the colossal figure looming ahead grew more distinct.

Then, finally, he had arrived.

Max halted directly before the immense cadaver of the black dragon.

Though he had glimpsed it from a distance, standing before it now was an entirely different, awe-inspiring sensation.

Its sheer immensity was beyond comprehension.

The skull alone was a fortress as tall as a mountain, its maw gaping wide enough to swallow entire castles. Countless ribs arched towards the heavens like ancient colossi, and its spine lay across the wounded earth like a fractured mountain range dividing the land. Even now, the bones, weathered by eons and potent energy, retained an unsettling luminosity, as though the creature's might refused to relinquish its hold even in death.

Every particle of the fallen beast radiated an intimidating sovereignty.

This had once been a creature residing at the absolute zenith of power.

Even in its demise, it possessed the innate ability to quell lesser beings through sheer instinct alone.

Max's breathing gradually deepened, becoming more measured.

And then, the instant he stood at the threshold of these remains, a powerful surge ignited within him.

His Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline.

The ancestral blood flowing within his body began to churn with extraordinary intensity, far surpassing any previous stirrings. It surged through his veins like a furious torrent, reverberating through his very being. An overwhelming, primal, and absolute instinct clawed its way to the surface.

Devour.

The primal urge to consume the colossal corpse, to absorb its very essence, to claim its draconic origin, and to integrate it into himself reached an unparalleled crescendo.

Max's eyes ignited, burning with fierce intensity.

He wasted no further time.

Without a moment's delay, he propelled himself upward, landing precisely at the heart of the dragon's colossal remains, where the chest cavity and the ancient foundational bones held the most concentrated reservoir of draconic energy.

The very ground of the valley quivered slightly the moment his feet made contact with the ancient corpse.

Max lowered himself into a crouch, driving both hands deep into the ancient remains.

Instantly upon his palms making contact, dark, abyssal flames erupted outward from his person.

They roared into existence, like a ravenous inferno come alive, coiling around him in sinuous spirals of shadowy fire, imbued with hunger and untamed power. The flames rapidly spread across the dragon's bones, crackling with ferocious energy, seemingly ravenous to engulf all in their path.

Max's aura surged dramatically.

His bloodline pulsed with unrestrained exhilaration.

Then, his eyes blazing like twin black stars, he uttered a single, resonant word.

"Devour."

Immediately, the dark flames expanded explosively across the massive corpse, and the ancient essence slumbering within the gigantic black dragon commenced its awakening, drawn forth by the potent call of Max's bloodline.