Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 2021 Codex Library!

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Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...
Max learned that his Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline's slow awakening was due to its immense power, designed to awaken gradually to prevent his body from being destroyed. He also inquired about higher body cultivation techniques beyond the Seven Divine Veins, which Sarvion confirmed the Primordial Race might possess.

"The Codex Library," Sarvion replied.

That name made Max's eyes shift slightly.

Sarvion continued, "The Codex Library is one of the oldest record halls of the Primordial Race. It holds ancient techniques, lost histories, war records, bloodline studies, cosmic path theories, forbidden cultivation methods, and fragments recovered from ruins older than many of the current forces in the Divine Realm. If there's information about a body cultivation path beyond the Seven Divine Veins, it'll most likely be there."

He paused before adding, "But the Codex Library isn't a place that just hands you answers. Some records stay sealed. Some require authority. Some respond only to bloodline level. Some only open if your path resonates with them. Since you carry the Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline, you should get access to a lot of areas, but how much you actually find will come down to you."

Max nodded with understanding. "Then I'll go there."

Sarvion smiled faintly. "That would be wise. Before you choose between the Godslayer's Pilgrimage and the Seven Monarchs, you should understand your own foundation as much as you can. Your body, your bloodline, and your path are all unusual. If you find even a small clue about what comes after the Seven Divine Veins, it might change how you prepare for the future."

Max looked toward the distant law rivers flowing across the sky. The path ahead had grown clearer, but also much bigger. His Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline hadn't fully awakened. The Seven Divine Veins weren't the end.

The Codex Library might hold the next clue. And in one week, the Godslayer's Pilgrimage would open.

Max turned back to Sarvion and gave a slight nod. "Thank you."

Sarvion looked at Max calmly. "Don't thank me yet."

Max raised his brows slightly.

Sarvion turned away from the stone terrace and started walking toward the inner halls of the Primordial Ancestral Domain. "Let me take you to the Codex Library."

Max followed without hesitation.

The two of them left the terrace behind and moved through a long corridor filled with quiet golden mist. Compared to the paths Max had walked before, this route felt even older. No attendants, no guards, no young Primordials moving around.

The walls on both sides were made of dark bronze stone, and countless ancient symbols were carved into them so deeply they looked less like inscriptions and more like wounds left by time.

As Max walked, he felt the Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline inside him responding again. It wasn't a powerful reaction, but it stayed constant. The bloodline pulsed once every few steps, almost like it recognized the direction they were heading.

The deeper they went, the more Max sensed that this part of the Primordial Ancestral Domain wasn't built for display. It wasn't meant to impress outsiders. It was a place where the Primordial Race kept things they didn't casually show to others.

Sarvion didn't talk much while leading the way. Max stayed quiet too.

After a while, they arrived at an ancient door that looked far smaller than Max expected. Compared to the enormous gate of the training facility, this door looked almost ordinary. It stood only twice the height of a normal person and was made of dull gray stone.

No golden dragons carved into it, no towering statues, no grand formation circles spreading across the floor. Only a single symbol sat engraved at its center.

It showed the image of an open book, with a rotating star inside it.

Max looked at the symbol for a moment. The longer he stared, the stranger it became. At first it looked like a simple carving. Then he realized the star inside the book was actually moving. Its light stayed faint, but it seemed to hold countless words flowing within it.

Sarvion stopped in front of the door. "This is the entrance to the Codex Library," he said.

Max glanced at the small stone door and frowned slightly. "This is the library?"

Sarvion smiled faintly. "Only the entrance."

He raised his hand and placed his palm against the open-book symbol. The symbol lit up. A soft golden light spread across the dull gray stone, and the door slowly opened without a sound. Beyond it, there was no corridor, no chamber, and no visible library hall.

There was only darkness. Not empty darkness, but a deep, layered darkness filled with countless faint lights, like stars hidden behind mist.

Sarvion stepped forward. Max followed him through the doorway.

The moment he crossed the threshold, the world changed. The corridor disappeared. The stone door disappeared. Even the sense of standing inside the Primordial Ancestral Domain disappeared.

Max found himself inside an enormous pocket dimension. His eyes widened slightly. The Codex Library wasn't a building. It was a separate space, a vast, silent, impossible space built to preserve the knowledge of the Primordial Race.

There was no floor beneath him in any ordinary sense. Instead, he stood on a wide transparent path made of condensed light.

Beneath that path stretched an endless dark void filled with floating books, jade slips, crystal tablets, ancient scrolls, sealed boxes, stone slabs, research files, law fragments, inheritance orbs, memory crystals, and strange objects Max couldn't immediately identify.

Above him, the same sight stretched endlessly upward. Everywhere he looked, knowledge floated in the air. Some books drifted slowly with their pages open, glowing words rising from them like mist. Some scrolls sat wrapped in chains of light.

Some jade slips rotated inside small transparent cubes. Some crystal tablets released faint images of ancient battles, body cultivation diagrams, bloodline structures, formation patterns, and cosmic path theories.

Some inheritance orbs gave off such heavy pressure that Max knew they held terrifying techniques or memories left behind by ancient experts.

At first glance, the whole place looked chaotic. It seemed like countless books, records, inheritances, and research files had been tossed into the air by some careless giant and left to drift wherever they landed.

There were shelves, but the shelves didn't stand on the ground. They floated in layers across the pocket dimension. Some stood vertical. Some lay horizontal. Some turned slowly like wheels. Some spiraled around invisible pillars. Some arranged themselves in rings that rotated around larger inheritance crystals.