Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1603 All Knowing Book!

The golden-scaled figure remained seated upon his towering throne, yet his eyes had grown far sharper than before.

The faint echo of the black dragon roar still lingered in the hall like an omen.

Silence ruled the chamber. None of the dragon-scaled beings dared speak carelessly while their ruler was thinking.

At last, the golden-scaled figure slowly raised his head.

His gaze swept across the hall, and the pressure released from that simple movement caused the air to grow heavy.

"Go," he ordered in a calm voice that carried unquestionable authority. "Find the universe from which that true black dragon roar came."

The moment his words fell, the entire hall erupted into motion.

The seated elders rose instantly.

War generals wrapped in crimson scales stepped forward with fierce expressions. Silver-scaled strategists opened ancient maps formed from floating light. Several figures tore open spatial rifts on the spot, preparing to cross cosmic boundaries.

Others issued commands through dragon runes that flew into the heavens like meteors, summoning fleets, scouts, and bloodline seekers from distant territories.

No one questioned the order.

No one hesitated.

Within moments, the once orderly grand hall had become the center of a vast mobilization spanning universes.

Yet through all of it, the golden-scaled figure remained seated.

He watched the chaos below with quiet amusement.

Then, when no one was close enough to hear, he muttered softly to himself.

"Little brother… has your descendant finally appeared?"

For the first time in ages, a genuine smile appeared on his face.

It was not warm.

It was the smile of someone who had waited through endless years for the return of an opportunity too great to miss.

"Good… very good."

His fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of the throne.

"We have waited for a very long time."

His golden eyes looked beyond the palace walls, beyond the stars of his universe, beyond the countless realities between him and the source of that roar.

Then his expression gradually turned cold and majestic.

"It is time," he said quietly, "to begin the greatest war the multiverse has ever seen."

The hall trembled.

The stars outside dimmed for a brief instant.

Somewhere across endless universes, ancient forces that had slumbered for eras were about to awaken.

Within the Limitless Expanse Divine Realm, far beyond the countless star realms known to ordinary cultivators, there existed a floating island suspended in the endless void.

From a distance, it appeared no larger than a small landmass drifting silently through space. Its shape was simple, almost unremarkable, and many who saw it from afar would dismiss it as nothing more than an isolated celestial fragment.

But appearances meant nothing there.

Its true size could not be measured from outside.

Its boundaries were hidden by ancient spatial laws so profound that only those who had entered it personally could comprehend its vastness. Within that concealed world were oceans, mountains, ancient cities, sacred lands, and skies large enough to contain stars of their own.

This was one of the most mysterious places in the Limitless Expanse Divine Realm.

At that moment, four figures sat together in a serene pavilion overlooking an endless sea of clouds. A table of white jade rested between them, and fragrant tea steamed gently in crystal cups.

The four figures looked almost human, yet no mortal could mistake them for such.

Each carried an indescribable aura of divinity. Their presence seemed intertwined with natural law itself. Merely sitting there, they gave the impression of beings who stood above heaven and earth, as though gods had chosen human forms for convenience.

They were the Four Primarchs of the Primordial Race.

Ancient rulers.

Living pillars of one of the oldest races in existence.

They had gathered not for politics or conflict, but for quiet tea and discussion.

Then the roar came.

A deep, majestic dragon roar echoed across the floating island, crossing distance, law, and dimensional barriers as though none of them existed. The tea within their cups rippled violently. Clouds below scattered. Even the island's defensive formations trembled faintly in response.

All four Primarchs stopped what they were doing.

They slowly lifted their gazes and looked toward one another.

The first Primarch let out a long sigh.

"The roar of a true black dragon…" he said softly. "I never believed I would hear that sound again in this lifetime."

The second Primarch's expression grew grave.

"As much as we dislike admitting it, we all know what this signifies."

His eyes darkened with memory.

"The All Knowing Book recorded it clearly. Whenever the roar of a true black dragon echoes throughout the multiverse, great change follows. Not change of some small forces, but change on the scale of civilizations."

His teacup was carefully placed down.

"The last time that roar echoed, the true black dragon bloodline was wiped out. Kazreth, with his devil legions, invaded our universe. The Spirit Race and the Dragon Race plunged into total war. Entire star realms were consumed by fire."

His voice dropped lower.

"Ultimately, it was the Angel Race that reaped the most benefits from that chaos."

A heavy silence followed.

Then, he continued speaking.

"Now, that roar has sounded once more."

His gaze turned towards the dark heavens stretching beyond the island.

"I don't know if we will survive what is coming. The previous war was already so brutal it could drown eras in blood. Yet, I have a premonition that the next conflict will make that one seem like mere child's play in the dust."

The third Primarch, a woman whose eyes held an eternity of wisdom, spoke next.

"The All Knowing Book has never been wrong," she stated.

Her tone was serene, yet an unyielding resolve lay beneath it.

"We should commence our preparations now. Chaos is soon to spread throughout the multiverse."

She briefly paused.

"It is fortunate that the Cosmic Ascension Conference is scheduled to be held soon. Many prodigies will emerge from it."

Then, her expression softened somewhat.

"I only wonder if these geniuses will have adequate time to mature before the impending storm engulfs them."

The three Primarchs lapsed into silence.

Then, the final Primarch finally broke the quiet.

He differed from the others, having displayed no fear or apprehension since the roar began. His expression remained composed, almost distant, as though he had long accepted this reality.

"This is inevitable," he declared.

His voice was calm, yet it carried a profound gravitas.

"War has never been an accident throughout the history of existence. It is the culmination of accumulated grievances. Resentments pile upon resentments. Ambition grows in secrecy. Fear leads to the creation of weapons. Desires forge alliances. Power disrupts balance, and imbalance invariably seeks correction through bloodshed."

He slowly stood up from his seat.

"The black dragon's roar did not instigate what is approaching. It merely signaled that the hidden embers are ready to erupt."

The wind swirling around the pavilion began to pick up.

"Every race has secretly made preparations. Every ancient adversary remembers past hatreds. Every aspiring ruler dreams of dominion over the ashes that remain after the carnage."

His gaze swept across the boundless heavens.

"The multiverse has been too tranquil for far too long."

The other Primarchs listened in silence.

Then, the last Primarch spoke one final time.

"When the first sword is unsheathed, countless others will follow. Worlds will be engulfed in flames. Bloodlines will be extinguished. New heroes will ascend, and ancient evils will reawaken."

He turned his gaze towards the direction from which the dragon's roar had originated.

"And whether we embrace it or not..."

"The next great war has already commenced."