Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1986 Awakening of the Voidwalker Bloodline!

The Voidwalker Ancestor started walking toward the dimensional corridor.

"Come."

The two siblings followed. As they stepped into the corridor, the world around them stretched out. Max felt like he was walking through several spaces at once. One step crossed a dark bridge under a starry sky. Another step passed through a silent hall filled with floating weapons.

Another step moved across a battlefield where countless Voidwalker warriors had once stood with silver rings glowing behind them. None of these were real places. They were memory fragments built into the inheritance path, letting descendants feel the weight of the clan before receiving its legacy.

The deeper they went, the stronger the bloodline resonance grew.

At last, the corridor opened. Max and Freya arrived in front of an enormous door. The door was black, but it wasn't lifeless. Silver dimensional rings were carved across its surface, and at the center sat the same dark star symbol that had appeared above the abandoned fifth end.

Beneath that symbol were countless names carved into the stone. Some names shone bright. Some sat dim. Some had been scratched away by old battle scars. Some were covered in cracks, as if their owners had died while the clan was being sealed.

The Voidwalker Ancestor stopped in front of the door.

"This is the Inheritance Chamber of the Voidwalker Clan."

His voice grew heavier.

"Inside lies what's left of our techniques, bloodline arts, spatial scriptures, dimensional weapons, ancestral records, and the paths left behind by our greatest descendants. Some are complete. Some are broken. Some are dangerous. Some might not even recognize the current era anymore. But they belong to our clan, and now they belong to both of you."

Max looked at the door. His heart, which had stayed steady even in front of the four sacred ancestors, stirred slightly.

This felt different from the Primordial Bloodline. Different from the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline. Different from the Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline. Different even from the Dimensional Keeper Legacy.

This wasn't some power he'd seized through a trial or awakened through battle. This was his family's inheritance.

Freya stood beside him, silent.

The Voidwalker Ancestor placed one hand on the door. The dark star symbol lit up. Then he looked back at them.

"Max Voidwalker. Freya Voidwalker."

His old eyes carried pride, sorrow, and expectation all at once.

"You both carry the blood of my Voidwalker Clan, but without the inheritance, that bloodline is going to waste in you two. Go on and inherit what belongs to the Voidwalker Clan."

He looked at Max next.

"And Max, make sure you use this chance to push your strength up to the Law Manifestation Realm. Devils have invaded our universe, and there's no telling how big this invasion is going to get. You'll need every bit of strength you can get right now. An upheaval is coming, and no one knows when the whole Divine Realm might turn into a battlefield. So push your strength up as fast as you can."

The Voidwalker Ancestor paused for a moment, his gaze deepening.

"I'm sure the Primordial Race has plans for you and the other top geniuses, but you still need to be strong enough to actually use those opportunities when they come. Opportunity without strength is just another kind of danger."

Then he stepped aside.

"Now go ahead."

Max looked at the open door. Beyond it wasn't a room in the ordinary sense. The inside of the Inheritance Chamber looked like a silent universe sealed beneath stone. There was no floor at first glance, only a path made of dark crystal floating above a vast starry abyss.

Countless silver rings rotated slowly in the darkness, each one holding an image, a scripture, a weapon's shadow, a memory fragment, or a sealed bloodline mark.

Some rings showed ancient Voidwalker warriors standing before broken worlds. Some held diagrams of dimensional passages and folded spaces. Some showed battle arts where a single step crossed ten thousand realms. Some contained defensive techniques that turned the body into a hidden world. Some held killing arts that cut through distance itself.

Max felt his blood stir. Not his Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline. Not his Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline. Not even his Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline. It was the buried Voidwalker blood inside him.

That bloodline had always been there, but it had stayed faint, hidden, and underdeveloped. It had reacted to the First Progenitor, to the abandoned fifth end, to the Dimensional Keeper Legacy, and to Freya, but it had never fully awakened as a complete inheritance. It was like a sword buried in stone, sharp by nature but never drawn from its sheath.

Now that sheath was opening.

Freya stepped forward first. Max followed beside her. The moment both of them crossed the threshold, the enormous black door closed behind them with a deep sound, cutting off the outside chamber. The Voidwalker Ancestor stayed beyond the door, but his voice still reached the Inheritance Chamber, as if the entire place carried his will.

"Don't resist the bloodline memories. Let them enter you. What you can inherit depends on your foundation, your bloodline purity, your soul, your comprehension, and your own path. Don't chase everything. Let the inheritance choose what belongs to you."

Max and Freya stopped at the center of the dark crystal path. A moment later, the starry abyss below them woke up.

Boom!

Two pillars of dark silver light burst up from beneath their feet. One wrapped around Freya. One wrapped around Max.

Freya's eyes closed almost immediately, and a powerful Voidwalker aura surged out of her body. Her silver-white hair lifted without any wind, and countless small dimensional rings formed around her like halos.

She'd already cultivated the Voidwalker bloodline for years, but even for her, this inheritance felt different. The moment it entered her, her aura turned purer, deeper, and more complete.

Max also closed his eyes as the inheritance entered his body. It didn't feel like ordinary energy. It felt like memories made of blood.

Ancient Voidwalker scriptures appeared in his mind. Dimensional seals, spatial folding arts, hidden world construction methods, bloodline movement techniques, and secret combat footwork poured into him like a river flowing out of a forgotten era.

He saw ancestors stepping through battlefield cracks, warriors hiding entire armies inside pocket dimensions, assassins striking from impossible distances, elders sealing off worlds between breaths, and children of the clan training in front of the dark star symbol.

Then the bloodline inheritance reached deeper. It touched his own foundation. The Voidwalker blood inside him woke up.

For a moment, Max felt like an invisible door had opened in his veins. Power that had been asleep since birth started flowing through his body.