Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1368 Essence of Progenitor Bloodline

Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...

Lady Virelia pointed out the grandeur of the Black Dragon Palace to a stunned Max, revealing it as only a third-rate force in the immense Divine Realm, where second-rate powers command multiple star realms and first-rate ones span regions vast enough to dwarf legends. She warned him of the realm's unforgiving nature toward the weak, forbidding him from wandering freely until his strength ensures survival, a safeguard born of necessity amid his burning ambition to challenge greater foes and rescue his parents. As they soared toward the palace—Max propelling himself on wings of black flames—she discerned the rarity of his Divine Rank bloodline, outlining the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline's tiers: the common normal type, the elite progenitor, the potent Source dependent on purity often limited to main family descendants, and the legendary Imperial, a mark of absolute draconic authority held by few across eras.

"However," Lady Virelia continued, easing her pace a touch as her face grew pensive. "I detect none of those four bloodline varieties within you. Your bloodline appears to operate completely beyond this framework. It resembles a fifth category, entirely singular, but for now, that's merely my conjecture."

Max gave a subdued nod. The recollection hit him sharply: that bloodline had lain sealed in a box for endless years inside the Black Lotus Guild in Acaris, regarded as a puzzling artifact more than a potent force, right up until a thief's grab failed and destiny handed it over to him. Looking back, an odd shiver crept over him unbidden.

"Who would have thought a bloodline hidden in a box for so long could hold such enigma," Max mused to himself, his eyes hardening with determination.

Shortly thereafter, they reached the Black Dragon Palace proper, touching down beside an old edifice built from shadowy rock etched with softly shimmering runes. The edifice exuded antiquity, dominance, and a burdensome legacy that subtly weighed on Max's perceptions.

Upon landing, he spotted various youths—both male and female—navigating the nearby paths, each radiating intense presences that set his reflexes on edge. With a quick scan, Max realized taking down even one would prove challenging, and a few evoked that subtle threat only elite foes could muster.

They entered the structure soon enough, which looked more like a majestic oversight chamber than a living space. Inside, simplicity blended with grandeur, featuring ebony floors, dim illumination, and an ambiance that promoted concentration over opulence.

"Take a seat," Lady Virelia instructed, indicating a cushion arranged in the room's midst.

Max obeyed, settling onto the cushion, as Lady Virelia positioned herself across from him with poise.

"To begin with," Lady Virelia stated, offering a soft smile, "you've become a formal disciple of the Black Dragon Palace. Even more so, you're my personal disciple now."

With those words, she flicked a tiny emblem his way. Max snatched it reflexively and inspected it. One face bore the inscription Thirty Third Hall in graceful dragon lettering, while the reverse displayed his name, Max Morgan, carved distinctly.

"This marks you as a member of the Thirty Third Hall in the Black Dragon Palace," Lady Virelia clarified. "The palace holds thirty six halls altogether, and I'm one of the two elders in charge of the Thirty Third."

"Understood," Max replied, nodding while he processed the details.

"Prior to heading off to check in at the hall," Lady Virelia went on, her voice steady and resolute, "there's one additional item you need to obtain."

She drew forth a petite vial containing lazily twisting ebony fires and passed it to Max.

"What is this?" Max inquired, taking hold of it and sensing a subtle heat diffuse into his hand.

"It's the core of a progenitor-grade Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline," Lady Virelia answered. "Refine this core and merge it into your own bloodline."

Her gaze held firm as she appended, "If I can pick up on the oddity in your bloodline, so could other elders. Trust me, drawing attention with a wholly distinct bloodline isn't wise without the power to defend it. This core will veil that peculiarity and bolster your base at the same time."

Max gripped the vial tighter, grasping the weight of her advice. In the Divine Realm, raw potential absent might was no gift—it was a vulnerability ripe for plucking.

"Begin refining the core now," Lady Virelia directed evenly. "I'll assist in steadying the process."

Max agreed promptly with a nod. He removed the stopper, letting the dark fire core rise gradually, floating between his hands like a sentient entity. The fire was thick and deep, bearing an archaic dragon intent that thickened the air around them.

Prior to starting, Max already sensed his bloodline surging wildly, detecting equal parts peril and potential in the essence.

He drew his palms nearer and directed the dark fire inside, letting it flow into his form via his hands. The instant it hit his veins, a fierce backlash ignited deep within.

His blood seemed to blaze—not with fire's burn, but with an oppressive force that roared along every vessel. Dark fires erupted from his skin pores wildly, writhing about his frame like untamed snakes as his innate bloodline battled the invading progenitor core.

Max gritted his teeth and concentrated, compelling the core to cycle through his system. He refrained from quelling the turmoil. Rather, he let his bloodline consume and purify the core organically, step by step.

With every cycle, the fire intensified, turning clearer and weightier, but also steadier. Yet the progenitor core proved overwhelmingly potent, sparking irregular heartbeats and hazardous aura swings from the conflict.

Just then, Lady Virelia acted. She lifted her palm and pressed it softly toward Max, unleashing a flow of purified black dragon energy that shrouded him entirely. Her force avoided meddling with his bloodline outright. Rather, it served as a balancing aura, calming the fierce surges and stopping the core from overpowering his frame.

With her oversight, the frenzied dark fires slowly shed their disorder, deepening in hue and compressing tightly.

Max perceived the strain lighten a fraction, even as the ordeal stayed grueling. His bloodline started shifting faintly, its essence becoming denser and more arcane, like an timeless base had been shored up.

The progenitor core didn't supplant his existing one. Instead, it blended flawlessly, creating a stratified form that hid the irregularity of his original bloodline while enhancing its vigor.

Moments slipped by unnoticed for Max. Once the final trace of dark fire core integrated fully, the uproar at last quieted. The fires encircling his body receded and vanished, replaced by a subdued dragon aura that now seemed much more restrained. Max breathed out steadily, his rhythm normalizing as his eyes fluttered open.

Lady Virelia dropped her hand and gave a subtle nod of affirmation. "It's complete," she announced. "Your bloodline has taken in the progenitor core, and its external traits are now well hidden. Plus, your groundwork has solidified further."

Max rose gradually, sensing the shift right away. His blood flowed with greater density, serenity, and compliance, as though infused with an eternal order. He offered a profound bow to Lady Virelia, knowing full well her aid had kept the integration from careening into disaster.

"My thanks, Master," Max expressed with genuine gratitude.

Lady Virelia offered a light smile. "Very well. When you present yourself at the 33rd Hall, there are several tasks I want you to handle."