Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 2005 Stage Was Set!

People with ordinary status didn't know the full truth, but even they could sense that something had changed. The sky above many major worlds felt heavier. The elders of powerful forces had suddenly withdrawn from public view. Ancient formations that hadn't lit up in countless years began glowing quietly in hidden places.

Patrols around important star realms increased. The great families put their celebrations on hold. The forces called their wandering disciples back home. Even a few old monsters who'd been in seclusion for thousands of years opened their eyes after getting secret messages from their forces.

The Divine Realm was vast, but news traveled fast among those standing near its peak.

Devils had entered their universe. That single fact alone was enough to leave countless ancient powers on edge.

The meeting took place inside the grand council domain of the Primordial Race. This wasn't just some hall. It was an enormous sacred meeting ground built inside the Primordial Ancestral Domain, surrounded by floating mountains, golden law rivers, and countless ancient symbols drifting slowly across the sky like living stars.

At the center stood a vast circular platform made of bronze-gold stone, and above it hovered a rotating star map showing the layout of the Divine Realm, the Mortal Realm beneath it, and the distant boundary where the Wall of Eternity stood.

The aura in the meeting place felt so heavy that even space itself seemed more solid than usual.

The Primordials sat in the highest seats. The four Primarchs sat at the front, their expressions calm, though the pressure surrounding them made it clear none of them were taking this meeting lightly. Behind them stood other powerful Primordial experts, each one carrying an ancient aura that made them look like living pillars of the universe itself.

Beyond the Primordial Race, many of the strongest first-rate forces in the Divine Realm had shown up too.

The War God Palace stood on one side, their experts dressed in battle robes and ancient armor. Their leader's aura came off fierce and straightforward, like a weapon sharpened through countless wars. Even standing quietly, the warriors behind him carried a frightening battle intent, like they were ready to march into war the second an order came down.

Beside them stood the representatives of the Sword God Palace. Compared to the War God Palace, their group looked far quieter, but the sharpness surrounding them felt even more suffocating. Their robes moved gently without any wind, and sword intent flowed around them like an invisible river. Several of their elders looked calm on the surface, but Max could feel that each of them was like a sheathed divine sword waiting to be drawn.

The Nine Star Court had also arrived. Their experts wore dark blue robes marked with star patterns, and nine radiant stars floated behind their leading elder like a small constellation. Their presence felt mysterious and profound, carrying traces of destiny, star law, and heavenly calculation.

The Stellar Templar stood not far off, their armor shining with silver light. Unlike the War God Palace, they carried a colder, more disciplined presence. They looked like witches of a sacred order, every movement measured and every gaze filled with solemn vigilance.

The Lunarian Kingdom had sent its royal delegation as well. Their people wore moon-white robes and silver crowns, and their leader carried an elegant, unreadable aura. A faint moon shadow hovered above their group, casting a gentle glow that somehow made the surrounding space feel colder and quieter.

The Grand Void Sanctum stood in a section where space itself seemed to bend. Their experts stayed half-hidden inside layers of darkness and folded void. Some looked clear for a moment and blurred the next, as if they weren't fully standing in the same space as everyone else.

Ascension Hall had come too. Their representatives looked solemn and dignified, with ancient scrolls, law tablets, and golden seals floating behind them. They were known for managing many of the Divine Realm's great ascension records and ancient trials, and their presence here alone showed how serious the situation had gotten.

Then there were the Four Sacred Clans.

Valerius, Ashbourne, Ravenhart, and Evercrest had all come with their leaders, elders, and selected descendants. Their expressions were also solemn. Even though a lot had happened in the Four Sacred Clans due to Max and Freya, they still chose to attend the meeting. They knew not to let their personal matters change what matters the most.

Their four sacred ancestors were present too, standing above their respective clans with solemn faces. Every so often, their gazes drifted toward Max.

They weren't the only ones watching him.

Beside the Primordials stood the ten new geniuses who'd received the Primordial Bloodline. Max stood among them with a calm expression.

Revona stood quietly not far from him, her posture relaxed, her eyes deep and unreadable. Damian's face stayed cold as he looked over the gathered first-rate forces. Ervin looked thoughtful, like he was trying to work out the meaning behind every arrangement in the meeting ground.

Morgana glanced around with a faint sneer, though even she kept her mouth shut in a place like this. Kaiden stood beside Revona, his expression steady. Orion looked far less carefree than usual, while Rosaline, Rakan, Aurelian, and the rest all carried different shades of seriousness.

They'd only been given one week. One week to awaken their Primordial Bloodline abilities. One week to digest the truth about the devils. One week to prepare for a meeting involving forces standing at the very peak of the Divine Realm.

For Max, that week had stretched much longer thanks to the Dimension of Time, but even he could feel that today's atmosphere was different from any battle or trial he'd faced before. This wasn't an arena where strength alone decided everything. This was a meeting where words could decide whether the Divine Realm slid into war, compromise, delay, or disaster.

His gaze swept across the gathered forces. War God Palace. Sword God Palace. Nine Star Court. Stellar Templar. Lunarian Kingdom. Grand Void Sanctum. Ascension Hall. Four Sacred Clans. Primordial Race. Each of these forces could shake countless worlds with a single command. Yet today, all of them had gathered in one place because a small group of devils had shown up in their universe.

That alone said everything about how terrifying the devil race really was.