Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1935 Leaving!

A moment later, Max vanished from the Dimension of Genesis.

When he returned to the Black Dragon Clan, the mood outside had already turned solemn. Sarvion, the envoy of the Primordial Race, was waiting near the main transfer square, standing calmly under the protection of several ancient formations.

His silver-black hair moved slightly in the wind, and his violet-gold ringed eyes held a depth ordinary cultivators couldn't stare into for long. He didn't look impatient. He simply stood there, as if three days were nothing more than a blink to him.

He wasn't alone, though. Many members of the Black Dragon Clan had gathered to see Max off.

Lady Virelia stood at the front, wearing the formal insignia of the 33rd hall at her waist. After becoming one of the thirty-six hall masters, her authority in the clan had clearly grown.

The elders near her treated her with far more respect than before, but her attention wasn't on them. Her eyes were on Max the moment he appeared.

Mathew Grimes stood nearby too, along with several family heads and high-ranking elders. Behind them stood rows of elite disciples, inner clan members, and guards, all quiet.

The earlier celebration had already ended, but the pride in their eyes hadn't faded. If anything, watching Max prepare to leave for the Primordial Race made them even more aware of how far he'd risen.

A mortal genius chosen by Lady Virelia had entered the Divine Realm. That same genius had become champion of the Cosmic Ascension Conference. Now he was being personally escorted by an envoy of the Primordial Race to receive the conference's greatest reward.

For the Black Dragon Clan, this was glory. For Max, it was just another step.

Lady Virelia walked toward him first. "You're leaving alone?"

Max nodded. "The envoy came for me. No need for anyone else to come along."

Virelia looked at him quietly for a moment. "The Primordial Ancestral Domain isn't a place the Black Dragon Clan can easily step into. Once you're on their territory, most of this will be up to you."

"I understand."

"Then remember one thing," Virelia said, her voice calm but serious. "A reward strong enough to change your race and your foundation is never without risk. Don't let the name of the Primordials blind you."

Max smiled faintly. "I won't."

Mathew Grimes laughed, though there was concern under it. "You brat, you just became champion and now you're already off somewhere even more troublesome. Can't you let the clan enjoy your win a little longer?"

Max looked at him. "The Primordials only gave me three days."

Mathew clicked his tongue. "Exactly. Arrogant old beings."

A few elders nearby coughed lightly at that, but Sarvion didn't react. It was as if he hadn't heard a word.

Max looked toward the gathered disciples. The moment his eyes swept over them, many straightened up at once.

"Senior Brother Max, come back safe!"

"Become a Primordial and shock the Divine Realm again!"

"Don't forget the Black Dragon Clan!"

"Senior Brother Max, we'll wait for your return!"

Their voices rose one after another until the whole transfer square filled with sound again. It wasn't as wild as the celebration after his return from the conference, but it carried something deeper. There was excitement, pride, respect, and a faint reluctance to see him leave so soon after his biggest win.

Max gave them a slight nod. "I'll return."

Those three words were simple, but the disciples cheered again anyway.

Lady Virelia stepped back slightly.

Sarvion finally moved. "Max Morgan, it's time."

Max turned toward him. "Let's go."

Sarvion raised one hand, and the space above the transfer square changed instantly. It didn't tear open violently like an ordinary spatial passage. Instead, countless violet-gold lines spread across the sky in an elegant pattern, forming a gate that looked carved from ancient starlight.

The gate's aura felt strange. It wasn't just connecting two places. It felt like it was opening a road through a higher layer of space, one guarded by laws that ordinary divine powers couldn't easily touch.

The moment the gate appeared, many elders of the Black Dragon Clan grew solemn. Even Lady Virelia's eyes narrowed slightly.

Sarvion looked at Max. "This path leads to the outer reception boundary of the Primordial Ancestral Domain. Once we pass through, you'll be under the Primordial Race's watch."

Max nodded, then stepped forward.

Before entering the gate, he looked back once. Lady Virelia, Mathew Grimes, the elders, the disciples, and countless members of the Black Dragon Clan were all watching him.

The black and gold dragon banners above the square moved in the wind, and the huge formations around the clan glowed softly, as if sending him off.

Max turned back and entered the violet-gold gate with Sarvion.

The world changed. For a short while, there was no ground under his feet and no sky above his head. Max walked through a passage filled with streams of starlight, ancient symbols, and faint echoes of laws that seemed older than most inheritances he'd ever seen.

Sarvion walked ahead of him, his robe shifting between darkness and light with every step. The passage was silent, but Max could feel countless hidden restrictions around them.

Anyone who tried to force their way into this route would likely be erased before they even understood what they'd touched.

After a while, the starlight passage opened, and Max stepped out.

The moment he emerged, his eyes changed slightly.

Before him stood the land of the Primordial Race. It didn't look like an ordinary territory. There was no single city, no normal mountain range, no simple palace complex. The whole region seemed to sit somewhere between ancient creation and divine order.

Vast continents floated in the sky, connected by bridges of light stretching across impossible distances. Rivers of liquid starlight flowed through the void between them.

Mountains taller than entire worlds rose from the edges of floating landmasses, and above it all, enormous rings of ancient runes rotated slowly, like wheels of law guarding the whole domain.