Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1943 A Slow Process!

Max lowered his head slightly, his white hair falling over his eyes, but his grip on himself never slipped.

He endured. Because there was no other choice.

The chamber around him hummed louder as the formation moved into its next stage. The pressure multiplied, and the Primordial Bloodline stopped flowing in strands. It started coming down in solid pillars of light.

The impact hit Max instantly. His body jolted again, and for a moment his aura flared out of control, bright enough to outshine everything else in the chamber. Then it got forced back down as the bloodline essence pressed even deeper into him.

The pain surged again, sharper, heavier, more absolute. Max's teeth clenched so hard a faint crack echoed out.

But he didn't lose consciousness. He couldn't. Because the moment he did, the transformation wouldn't stop. It would just break him.

So he held on. Inside him, every power he had was being forced into alignment. Not destroyed. Not erased. Just reshaped to fit the Primordial standard.

Slowly, against all that pain, his body started to adapt. Not comfortably. Not safely. But it happened anyway.

The runes in the chamber glowed brighter, as if acknowledging his resistance and his acceptance at the same time. The formation responded, sharpening the precision of the transfer instead of ramping up the brutality.

Max let out a slow breath through clenched teeth. The pain was still unbearable. But now, underneath it, he could feel something else.

Change. Deep, irreversible change.

The bloodline transfer didn't end quickly. One hour passed. Then two. Then three. Inside the Bloodline Chamber, time seemed to stop meaning much. The ten geniuses stayed seated beneath their crystals, each one caught in a storm of ancient pain and transformation.

The formation beneath them kept rotating without pause, and the liquid primordial essence above them kept pouring down in controlled streams, sinking into their bodies, merging with their blood, and forcing their old foundations to either adapt or break.

No one spoke. No one had the energy to waste on words.

Even the weakest of these ten was a supreme genius who'd reached the top of the Cosmic Ascension Conference, but right now, every one of them looked like they were being crushed under an invisible mountain.

Their bodies shook from time to time. Their auras flared and dimmed. Their bloodlines resisted, gave in, pushed back, and adapted again. This wasn't a simple transfer of power. It was a remaking of their existence into something closer to the ancient Primordial source.

Rakan Thorne's huge body shook violently as golden bloodline light hammered into his bones and muscles again and again. The War God Body he was so proud of held up with terrifying toughness, but even that wasn't enough to stop blood from leaking out of the corner of his mouth.

Orion Starfall's star marks lit up one after another, each one going deeper under the pressure of the bloodline, while Kaiden Voidmere's surrounding space warped so badly that the formation beneath him had to release extra stabilizing runes.

Damian Voss sat straight like a sword planted in the earth, but his face had gone pale, and the sharp aura around him had pulled in tight as he forced every scrap of his will into enduring the change.

Revona's case was even stranger. Faint shadows of past lives kept appearing and disappearing behind her. Sometimes she looked like a pale young woman with quiet eyes. Sometimes, for the briefest instant, she looked like an ancient cultivator sitting under a ruined sky.

Other times she looked like a cold monarch, a wandering scholar, a battlefield survivor, or a faceless figure standing alone in an empty world. The Void Origin Eyes spun slowly, but they didn't try to nullify the Primordial Bloodline. Instead, they watched it, endured it, and let it carve itself into her current body.

Ervin's abyssal aura sank deeper and deeper. Every time the Primordial Bloodline entered him, it seemed to fall into an endless sea before rising back up, more ancient and more condensed than before.

Morgana's curse aura wrapped around her body like black-violet threads, but the Primordial essence refined those threads without mercy.

Rosaline's dawn light turned softer but purer, while Aurelian's Heavenly Luminance aura flickered with unstable pride as the Primordial Bloodline forced itself into a foundation already carrying too many complications.

And at the center of it all, Max's transformation kept going at the highest intensity.

The bloodline crystal above him had become almost blinding. The primordial essence pouring into his body was thicker than anyone else's. It fell like a pillar of molten starlight, hitting his forehead, chest, and bloodline source all at once. His body had already adapted past the first stage, but the deeper stage was far worse.

Every time he thought the pain had hit its limit, the formation opened another layer, and the Primordial Bloodline sank even deeper, into places even his own senses rarely reached.

His bones weren't just being strengthened anymore. They were being rewritten. His blood wasn't just being refined anymore. It was starting to carry an ancient rhythm that had never existed in him before. His soul wasn't just enduring pressure anymore. It was being forced to accept a new origin mark.

The Dimensional Sovereign Body, the Seven Divine Veins, the draconic essences, the Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline, Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline the Dimensional Keeper legacy, and his refined Pseudo Cosmic Paths all kept resonating under the pressure. None of them got erased.

None of them got replaced. Instead, the Primordial Bloodline seemed to be finding a way to settle above all of them, not as an outside force, but as a higher foundation that could hold everything together.

Max's head stayed lowered. His breathing stayed slow and heavy. Sweat slid down his face, but his body never bent.

The hours kept passing. At some point, the chamber entered its final stage.

The ten bloodline crystals above the geniuses cracked at the same time. The sound was clear. Not broken from failure. Broken because the essence inside them had been fully released.

Ancient runes surged out of the cracks and turned into ten separate beams of light, each one descending into the body of its chosen recipient.