Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1932 Envoy of the Primordial Race!

A black-gold pathway opened above the clan's outer boundary formation.

Several powerful auras rose from the Black Dragon Clan at once, not out of hostility but as a formal welcome. The sky above the main entrance filled with dragon-shaped formations, and a group of elders appeared beneath the opened pathway.

Among them stood Mathew Grimes, several hall masters, and Lady Virelia, who now wore the formal insignia of the Black Dragon Palace.

Alice stood up. "Someone important arrived."

Lenavira narrowed her eyes. "Very important. The clan wouldn't use that kind of reception for an ordinary envoy."

Max's eyes deepened.

A moment later, an elder's voice echoed through the courtyard.

"Max Morgan, the clan requests your presence at the main reception hall."

Max slowly stood.

Alice looked at him. "Do you know who it is?"

"No," Max said calmly, "but I'd guess it's connected to the conference."

Lenavira's gaze sharpened. "The rewards?"

Max didn't answer, but he was thinking the same thing.

A few moments later, Max arrived at the main reception hall. The mood inside was solemn. Mathew Grimes stood at the front with several high-ranking elders, and Lady Virelia stood slightly to one side, her new hall master token hanging at her waist.

The moment Max walked in, several eyes turned toward him, but the strongest presence in the room didn't come from the Black Dragon Clan.

It came from the stranger standing near the center.

The man looked tall and ancient, though his face didn't seem old or young. His hair was silver-black, his eyes carried faint violet-gold rings, and his robe was woven from something that seemed to shift between starlight and darkness depending on the angle.

He didn't give off overwhelming pressure, yet just being near him made the surrounding air feel denser than usual.

He wasn't from any ordinary divine race. He was an envoy of the Primordial Race.

The moment Max entered, the envoy turned toward him. His gaze lingered on Max's face for a second, then seemed to look deeper, as if he were reading through Max's flesh, blood, aura, soul, and hidden foundation all at once.

But he didn't act arrogant about it. Instead, he gave a slight nod.

"Max Morgan."

Max looked at him calmly. "I am."

The envoy's voice was steady. "I am Sarvion, envoy of the Primordial Race. I've come under the order of the Primordial Council to escort you to the Primordial Ancestral Domain."

The hall grew even quieter. Even though many had already guessed why he'd come, hearing it said out loud still landed with weight.

Sarvion went on. "As the champion of the Cosmic Ascension Conference, you've earned the highest reward the Primordial Race grants to this generation."

Alice and Lenavira had only followed as far as the side entrance of the reception area, but even from there, they couldn't hide their shock at hearing that.

The envoy looked straight at Max.

"You are to receive the Primordial Award."

Several elders drew in a soft breath at those words.

It was no secret in the Divine Realm that the top ten of the Cosmic Ascension Conference weren't just rewarded with treasures, cultivation resources, or ancient techniques. Those things had value, but the real meaning of the conference tied back to the Primordials themselves.

The top ten were said to be chosen by the Primordial Race. They'd be granted that race's bloodline and given a chance to walk the path toward becoming Primordials themselves. For most geniuses, this was the single greatest opportunity of a lifetime.

The Primordial Race stood above countless divine bloodlines. Their foundation went older and deeper, closer to the original laws of existence, than most races could imagine.

Even a trace of their bloodline could reshape a genius's body, talent, perception, and future. And an official shot at becoming a true Primordial was something even ancient clans would go mad over.

Max wasn't just one of the top ten. He was the champion. That meant his reward would be the greatest of them all.

Sarvion continued. "The rest of the top ten will be summoned in turn, but the champion has first right. You'll be brought to the Primordial Ancestral Domain, where the inheritance ceremony will take place. If it succeeds, you'll officially step onto the path of the Primordial Race and be recognized as a Primordial candidate."

The words "Primordial candidate" made the whole hall tighten up.

Mathew Grimes's eyes lit up. Several elders couldn't hide their excitement. Even Lady Virelia's expression grew more serious.

Max, though, stayed calm.

He looked at Sarvion and asked, "And if the ceremony fails?"

The envoy's eyes shifted slightly, as if he appreciated the question.

"Then you'll still receive a partial Primordial bloodline along with other rewards fitting for the champion. But if the ceremony fully succeeds, you won't just get a bloodline. You'll become one of us, in name, in foundation, and in future potential."

The hall went silent again.

Alice looked at Max with wide eyes. Lenavira's expression turned complicated too.

Officially becoming a Primordial wasn't a small thing. It wasn't like joining a clan, taking a title, or accepting an ordinary inheritance.

It meant Max's identity in the Divine Realm would shift again. He was already the champion of the Cosmic Ascension Conference, the strongest genius of the younger generation, and the pride of the Black Dragon Clan. If he also became tied to the Primordial Race, his standing would rise to a level that countless forces would find frightening.

Max looked at the envoy for a moment. Then he smiled faintly.

"So the champion's reward is to become a Primordial."

Sarvion nodded. "That is the highest reward, among other things."

Max's gaze stayed calm, but a thought passed through his mind.

'Another bloodline. Another inheritance. Another path.'

He already carried a lot. The Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline. The Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline. The Dimensional Sovereign Body.

The Emotion Severing Path. Divine King Punishment. The Devouring Flames Domain. The Seven Divine Veins. Dragonheart. The Dimensional Keeper legacy. And now the Primordials were offering him a shot at becoming one of them.

Max didn't yet know whether this opportunity would turn out simple, dangerous, or tangled up in deeper secrets of the Divine Realm.

But he knew one thing for sure. He hadn't fought through the Cosmic Ascension Conference just for applause. If there was a reward out there that could make him stronger, he'd take it, because sooner or later, he'd need every bit of strength he could get.