The Dimensional Keeper legacy hadn’t reacted because the First Progenitor was its master. It had reacted because the statue belonged to a previous inheritor. The bloodlines of the Five Sacred Clans hadn’t trembled because Max carried their stolen legacy.
They’d trembled because his current Dimensional Keeper legacy stood closer to the true source than their inherited fragments ever could.
The First Progenitor looked at him quietly, then smiled. There was no pride in that smile. Only pity.
"I didn’t expect it," he said softly. "Even after countless generations, one of my descendants would once again become the carrier of the legacy."
Max’s eyes sharpened. "One of your descendants?"
The man nodded. "Voidwalker blood flows in you. Faint after so many generations, mixed with plenty of other powers, buried beneath bloodlines even I can’t fully read, but it’s still there."
Max fell silent. He’d known his surname carried danger. He’d known Freya had hidden their identity for a reason. But hearing the First Progenitor himself call him a descendant carried a completely different weight.
The man’s pity deepened.
"To ordinary people, inheriting something like this looks like fortune," the First Progenitor said. "To ambitious cultivators, it looks like destiny. To clans, forces, and races, it looks like supremacy. But I know better."
His gaze drifted toward the countless doors floating behind him.
"The Dimensional Keeper Legacy isn’t a blessing."
Max’s expression turned serious.
The First Progenitor looked back at him.
"It’s cursed by fate."
The strange world grew colder. The floating doors trembled faintly, and for a moment Max thought he heard sounds coming from behind them. Screams. Prayers. Battles. Collapsing worlds. Chains dragging across empty space. Then all of it vanished.
The First Progenitor continued, "Those who carry this legacy get pulled into conflicts that started long before they were even born. Doors will open in front of them whether they want to walk through or not. Powers hidden from ordinary law will take notice of them. Enemies they never wronged will hunt them down. Allies will fear them. Bloodlines will react to them. Ancient seals will wake up because of them. Fate itself will try to use them as a key."
Max’s heart sank slightly. That explanation sounded far too close to everything that had already happened to him. He hadn’t chosen to get tangled up in the Five Sacred Clans’ ancient history. He’d simply come to help Rose.
Yet because of the Dimensional Keeper legacy, the whole buried conflict had woken up, the Voidwalker Clan had come back out into the open, and the sacred ancestors had nearly gone to war.
The First Progenitor’s voice turned more urgent.
"You have to be careful out there. The legacy will make you stronger, but every step forward will drag out things that should’ve stayed asleep. Don’t trust every door it opens. Don’t assume every inheritance that recognizes you is on your side. And most importantly."
His expression suddenly shifted. For the first time, the calm in his eyes cracked. He looked past Max, as if seeing something through him, something distant and terrifying.
"Watch out for Anover-"
Before he could finish the sentence, the world shattered. Max’s vision blurred. The endless dark glass land disappeared. The floating doors vanished. The First Progenitor’s figure broke apart into countless fragments of light.
The next instant, Max found himself standing back in the Bloodline Legacy Battle arena.
His hand was still touching the statue. His body hadn’t moved. The arena looked exactly as it had before. The Four Sacred Clan leaders were watching him with suspicion. The four sacred ancestors stayed silent.
The Voidwalker Ancestor stood above the fifth end with a deep gaze. Freya still hovered in the sky with thousands of Voidwalker descendants. Rose watched anxiously from the Evercrest side. Angelina stood at the edge of the battlefield, her expression unreadable.
To everyone else, nothing had happened. Not one flash. Not one tremor. Not one shift in pressure. The statue of the First Progenitor didn’t glow brighter. Its closed eyes stayed shut. The five ends of the arena didn’t resonate. The bloodlines of the Four Sacred Clans weren’t suppressed any further.
In the eyes of everyone watching, the test had failed to prove that Max carried the Sacred Legacy of the Five Sacred Clans.
The Valerius Clan head sneered.
"As expected." His voice carried across the arena. "The statue didn’t react."
The Ashbourne head narrowed his eyes. "So he doesn’t carry the sacred legacy."
The Ravenhart head looked thoughtful. "At least not the one sealed by the Five Sacred Clans."
The Evercrest head gritted his teeth in frustration, but even he couldn’t deny what everyone had just witnessed. "Then whatever he carries is something else."
The Voidwalker Ancestor looked at Max carefully.
Freya noticed something strange too. Max’s expression had changed. It was subtle, but she knew him too well. Everyone else saw the statue stay silent and assumed nothing had happened. Freya saw the look in Max’s eyes, the brief heaviness in his gaze, and the tension hidden beneath his calm face.
Something had happened. Only Max had seen it.
Max slowly pulled his hand back from the statue. His face stayed composed, but his mind was still echoing with that unfinished warning.
’Anover.’
He had no idea who or what Anover was. But the First Progenitor, the first inheritor of the Dimensional Keeper Legacy, had warned him with actual fear in his eyes. That alone was enough to make Max hold onto the name.
He turned away from the statue and looked at the crowd. The test had cleared him of carrying the sacred legacy in front of everyone.
But it had handed Max a far more dangerous truth. The sacred legacy of the Five Sacred Clans wasn’t the Dimensional Keeper Legacy. It was only something left behind by the first person who’d once carried it. And now, countless generations later, Max had inherited the current legacy.
A legacy cursed by fate.
’Even the goddess had warned me the Dimensional Keeper Legacy was cursed by fate, that every inheritor of it had died a brutal death.’ Max’s expression turned solemn.
That, combined with the fear he’d just seen in the First Progenitor’s eyes, told him he hadn’t experienced much of what this so-called curse of fate really meant yet.
Max slowly turned away from the statue of the First Progenitor. His hand had already left the stone, but the cold feeling from that strange world still lingered on his palm. The unfinished warning kept echoing in his mind.
Anover.
He didn’t know whether that was a person, a race, an organization, a world, or something even stranger, but he’d already carved the name into his memory.
Anything capable of making the First Progenitor, the first inheritor of the Dimensional Keeper Legacy, show fear right before his remnant vanished wasn’t something Max could afford to ignore.
Even so, now wasn’t the time to reveal what he’d seen. To everyone else, the test had ended without any reaction. The statue hadn’t brightened. Its eyes hadn’t opened.
The five clan platforms hadn’t resonated. The bloodlines of the Four Sacred Clans hadn’t been suppressed any further. In the eyes of the whole arena, the conclusion seemed obvious.
Max didn’t carry the Sacred Legacy of the Five Sacred Clans. The four clan heads and the four sacred ancestors could no longer use that excuse to imprison him.
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