Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1206  End of the Secret Domain!

A young genius from the Radiant Sky World clenched his fists, smiling faintly as he looked at the golden portal before him. "I may not have been chosen," he said quietly, "but this alone is more than enough. I can face anyone in my world now."

Another from the Shadow Abyss Realm laughed softly. "If my sect master saw me like this, he'd kneel from shock. We're all walking miracles now."

Several nodded in agreement. The feeling that filled the air wasn't regret but pride. They had entered as hopefuls and emerged as peak Divine Rank beings—each one of them now a powerhouse capable of ruling their own world.

Even Nero smiled faintly as he looked around. "Everyone came so far," he said softly. "It's strange to think this journey's ending already."

Seraphina, who stood among those chosen, looked at the portals as well. Her gaze softened slightly as she watched her fellow geniuses prepare to leave. "At least they're going back stronger than ever," she said. "That's the true reward of this place."

One by one, the geniuses began stepping into their portals. Some took a moment to bow respectfully toward the Seven Divine Lords before leaving, while others looked around the core region one last time, memorizing the sight of the place where they had fought, bled, and transcended.

As each genius vanished through the portals, beams of light scattered in the air like falling stars. The scene was breathtaking—hundreds of radiant lights crossing the sky, returning to the worlds they came from.

Old Man Second watched them go with a faint smile. "They are proud children of their worlds," he said softly. "Even without guidance from us, their names will echo in their realms for centuries to come."

Old Man Fifth nodded in quiet agreement. "Reaching the peak of Divine Rank in such a short time is something even the heavens rarely allow. The worlds they return to will change because of them."

Soon, only a handful of figures remained—the ones chosen by the Seven Lords, and those who were to stay behind. The golden portals shimmered a final time before fading completely, leaving behind an almost serene stillness in the core region.

The trials of the Heavenly Lord's Secret Domain had ended, and though many had left, none of them departed empty-handed.

Each had walked in as a genius. Each left as a legend.

Old Man Second looked around once more, his kind eyes lingering briefly on each of the remaining geniuses. "It is time," he said softly. "Those chosen by us will now follow their masters. From this moment onward, your paths will no longer belong to the mortal world." His words were calm, yet they carried a quiet finality that made the chosen ones straighten their backs instinctively.

The first to move was Old Man Sixth. His steps were slow and graceful, and as he walked, the temperature of the world began to drop. Frost spread gently across the ground, forming delicate patterns of white lotus flowers beneath his feet.

Turning toward Chris and Christine, he extended his hand. "Come," he said with a faint smile. "Your journey with flame and ice begins now. The balance you carry within you will determine the limit of what you can achieve."

Chris and Christine bowed deeply, their faces filled with gratitude and awe. They took one last look at their friends before walking toward the Old Man. A soft blue-white light enveloped them, and in the blink of an eye, all three vanished into thin air, leaving behind a faint mist of crystalline frost.

Old Man Seventh stepped forward next. His presence carried the stillness of deep space, silent and endless. Stars seemed to glimmer faintly around him as if the cosmos itself bent to his will. He turned toward Victor, who immediately knelt with respect.

"Victor of the Azure Dragon God Bloodline," the old man said, his tone resonant but calm. "Your blood carries the origin of balance. With time, you may learn the meaning of what lies beyond power itself. Follow me, and I will show you the path of stillness within infinity."

Victor bowed deeply. "This disciple greets his master."

The air shimmered around them as if reality itself was folding away. In a burst of silvery-blue light, Victor and Old Man Seventh disappeared, leaving only the faint echo of a dragon's roar in the distance.

Old Man Fifth was next. His aura burned brightly, warm and dignified like the eternal flame of life itself. Turning his gaze toward Seraphina and the three golden-crowned geniuses he had chosen, his voice carried a tone of firm authority. "Those who walk with flame must learn not just to burn but to illuminate. Come with me, and I will show you what it means to wield the divine fire that creates and destroys."

Seraphina lowered her head in deep respect. "I will not fail your expectations, Lord Fifth."

"See that you don't," he said with a faint smile. His figure ignited with soft golden fire, spreading outward like waves of light. The four chosen geniuses stepped into the flames without hesitation, and within moments, they were gone—consumed by brilliance that left only a lingering warmth behind.

Old Man Third raised his hand next. Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the clouds with veins of pure energy. "Those who comprehend the laws of space and storm, come," he commanded. "In my realm, you will learn how to tear through reality itself."

Two golden-crowned geniuses and Nero who had mastered spatial collapse bowed deeply before stepping into the arcs of lightning that swirled around him. In the next instant, the thunder cracked once more, and they vanished in a streak of light.

Old Man Fourth followed, his steps light as the wind itself. A gentle breeze circled around him, filled with a faint melody of movement and grace. "Those who walk the path of wind and sword, follow me," he said.

Three figures who had displayed exceptional agility and sharpness stepped forward and bowed. The breeze enveloped them all, and like a whisper carried by the wind, they faded away.

Old Man Second smiled faintly and turned to the last two geniuses he had chosen. "Your path lies in the strength of your souls," he said. "In my abode, you will learn to see what others cannot and hear what lies beyond sound." His eyes softened as he raised a hand, and a gentle golden light enveloped the three of them before they vanished completely from sight.

Soon, the vast core region of the Heavenly Lord's Secret Domain fell completely silent. The golden mist that had once shimmered across the sky began to fade, dissolving slowly into the calm air. The place that had once been filled with the voices of countless geniuses, the roar of battles, and the radiant light of divine comprehension now stood utterly empty.

Not a single sound echoed through the space—no footsteps, no whispers, no energy surges—only the faint hum of dormant divine power that had witnessed everything.

It was as if the secret domain itself had gone to sleep after fulfilling its purpose.

All the geniuses were gone, taken away by their respective masters to realms beyond this one. The chosen few now walked the path of divine tutelage under the Seven Lords, while the rest had already returned to their worlds as legends in the making.

What remained was only peace.

The Heavenly Lord's Secret Domain had done what it was created to do. The trials had ended. The chosen had departed. And for the first time in more than a year, peace returned to the heart of the divine land.