Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1968: Arrival of the Anceastors!

Angelina Valerius watched from the side with a complicated look on her face.

’If this keeps going, they’ll seal him.’

At that moment, Max stopped resisting randomly. His enormous dragon body lowered slightly, not because he was giving up, but because he was gathering power.

The Tier 4 Primordial Bloodline pulsed once. Then twice. The five Divine Veins burned brighter.

The Vein of Origin anchored his entire dragon body. The Vein of Vitality poured life force into every scale and muscle. The Vein of Speed sharpened the movement of his blood, energy, and law. The Vein of Strength gathered all his destructive force into his chest. The Vein of Resilience let him endure the four seals long enough to prepare.

Then the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline erupted to its absolute limit. The black-gold patterns across Max’s dragon scales lit up like chaotic stars. His wings spread as wide as they could under the pressure of the seals. His massive chest expanded, and all the black flames surrounding his body rushed toward his mouth.

But this wasn’t an ordinary breath attack. The Dimensional Keeper legacy gathered inside the flames.

The Devouring Flames Domain condensed at the core. Divine King Punishment wrapped around it as seven-colored lightning. The Emotion Severing Path became the edge that would cut through sealing foundations. The Primordial Bloodline pulled all of it ten times closer to the source of law.

The entire arena felt the attack coming.

The Valerius leader’s expression shifted. "Stop him."

The Evercrest patriarch immediately tightened the spatial roots. The Ravenhart matriarch sent shadow seals toward Max’s throat. The Ashbourne leader pushed the blood-iron mountain down with both hands.

But Max had already finished gathering his power. His dragon eyes locked onto the Evercrest patriarch.

Among the four clan heads, the Evercrest patriarch’s spatial seal posed the greatest danger to Rose and the biggest restriction on Max’s movement. If Max wanted to break the encirclement, he needed to injure one of them, and the Evercrest patriarch was the right target.

Then Max opened his mouth.

"Black Dragon Cataclysm Breath."

A beam of black-gold dragon fire burst from his mouth. It was enormous. It tore through the battlefield like a collapsing night, carrying chaotic dragon force, primordial closeness to the laws, seven-colored punishment lightning, devouring black flames, and the starry fragments of the Dimensional Keeper legacy.

The moment it moved, the arena formation screamed under the pressure. The attack didn’t spread out randomly. It compressed into a single terrifying line and shot straight toward the Evercrest end.

The Evercrest patriarch’s face changed drastically. He crossed his hands, and countless spatial walls formed in front of him.

"Evercrest Sacred Spatial Wall!"

The first wall shattered. The second wall shattered. The third, fourth, fifth, and sixth walls shattered one after another. The Evercrest patriarch roared and summoned a massive tree of green-silver light in front of him, but the Cataclysm Breath pierced straight through its trunk. Devouring flames ate away its vitality.

The Emotion Severing Path cut its spatial anchors. Divine King Punishment shattered the defensive laws. The Dimensional Keeper legacy warped the distance between the attack and the target, making it arrive faster than the patriarch expected.

Boom!

The breath struck the Evercrest patriarch. The entire Evercrest platform exploded with light. Several elders screamed in shock as the protective formations cracked. The Evercrest patriarch got thrown backward, blood spraying from his mouth.

His robe tore apart across the chest, his aura collapsed violently, and a massive wound burned with black-gold flames that refused to go out right away.

The arena went dead silent. A clan head had been injured. Not by another elder. Not by a Divine Lord ancestor. By Max. By a young cultivator in dragon form.

Even though the Evercrest patriarch hadn’t been killed, and even though he’d blocked most of the attack with layers of sacred defenses, the fact remained that Max had heavily wounded one of the heads of the Four Sacred Clans in front of everyone.

The Valerius leader’s eyes went wide. The Ashbourne leader froze for half a breath. The Ravenhart matriarch’s veil fluttered violently. Angelina stared at Max, her expression finally showing open shock. Rose covered her mouth, unable to speak.

The Evercrest patriarch slowly pushed himself up from the shattered platform, blood still dripping from his lips. The wound on his chest kept burning, and his eyes filled with humiliation and killing intent.

"You..."

His voice shook with rage.

"You dare injure me?"

Max’s dragon voice rumbled across the arena.

"You tried to imprison me."

That answer only made the silence heavier.

Then the air above the arena changed. Ancient pressure descended, not from the four clan heads, but from deeper within the Four Sacred Clans. One after another, old auras woke up from the sacred clan platforms.

These auras felt far more terrifying than the clan heads. They were ancient, heavy, and carried the weight of countless years. The younger descendants could barely breathe as the sky above Valerius turned white-gold, Ashbourne turned crimson-black, Ravenhart turned shadow-purple, and Evercrest turned green-silver.

The ancestors of the Four Sacred Clans were coming out.

An old voice from Valerius echoed first. "The Voidwalker bloodline has returned."

A brutal voice from Ashbourne followed. "And it’s already injured a clan head."

A soft, eerie voice from Ravenhart whispered across the arena. "The Voidwalker Bloodline."

Then, from the depths of Evercrest, an ancient and furious voice came down. "Let’s seal him before history repeats itself."

Four ancestral figures began forming above the arena. The pressure was so overwhelming that even Max’s massive dragon body felt the weight of it. His eyes narrowed.

This was bad. The clan heads had already given him trouble because of the gap in cultivation and the arena formations working against him. If the ancestors of the Four Sacred Clans stepped in personally, even Max’s current cards might not be enough to get out easily, especially while trying to protect Rose.

But just as the four ancestral pressures were about to fully descend, the abandoned fifth end of the arena erupted. The dark star and broken dimensional rings above it blazed with ancient light. The pressure from the Four Sacred Clan ancestors froze.

A crack opened above the abandoned platform. Not in space. In history. It felt like a sealed presence had been waiting there for countless years, and Max’s bloodline, his Dimensional Keeper legacy, and his defiance as a dragon had finally given it enough reason to appear.

A calm voice echoed from the abandoned end.

"Enough."

One word. The entire arena stopped. The four ancestral figures stiffened. The statue of the First Progenitor glowed brighter.

Max slowly turned his dragon head toward the abandoned end. From the starry crack above that forgotten platform, an old man walked out. He wore a black robe marked with faint silver dimensional rings.

His hair was long and gray, and his eyes looked like two quiet stars surrounded by darkness. He didn’t give off any wild pressure, yet the moment he appeared, the Dimensional Keeper legacy around Max’s body resonated so strongly that the starry light across his dragon scales grew brighter.

The old man stood above the abandoned end and looked at Max. For a moment, his expression softened.

"So one of our blood finally returned."

The Four Sacred Clan ancestors looked at him in shock and fury.

The Valerius ancestor’s voice trembled with disbelief. "You..."

The Ashbourne ancestor growled, "What are you doing here?"

The Ravenhart ancestor whispered, "You should have stayed sealed."

The Evercrest ancestor’s killing intent surged. "So you were still hiding beneath the abandoned end."

The old man didn’t look at them right away. He kept his eyes on Max. Then he raised one hand.

The four greater seals pressing on Max cracked at the same time. The pressure around Max let up instantly.

Only then did the old man turn toward the Four Sacred Clans. His voice stayed calm, but the entire arena trembled beneath it.

"You dare attack my descendant in front of me?"

The arena fell into a silence so heavy that even the younger generation forgot how to breathe.

The ancestor of the Voidwalker Clan had revealed himself. And he had come to protect Max.