Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1370 Four Tiers of Disciples

Upon exiting the room, Max spotted a young man waiting close by, who looked to be in his early thirties and wore plain but elegant robes that hinted at the quiet prestige of Black Dragon Palace disciples.

"You have to be Junior Brother Max," the young man remarked with a warm grin while offering his hand. "I'm Carl Grims."

"Senior Brother Carl, pleased to make your acquaintance," Max responded smilingly as he clasped Carl's hand. The instant their hands touched, Max sensed a subtle yet undeniable threat, a silent force that awakened his senses. Similar to numerous individuals he'd met since entering the Divine Realm, Max couldn't gauge Carl's cultivation level at all. Yet, distinct from the rest, Carl exuded a controlled edge that convinced Max his power surpassed the sixth level of the Rebirth Realm by a wide margin.

"Junior Brother, I've caught wind of plenty about you," Carl stated as he pivoted and started strolling, gesturing for Max to trail him to the Thirty Third Hall. "You rose up as a mortal and triumphed over the Grim Gladiator at just the sixth level of Divine Rank. Thanks to that feat, your reputation blazed across like a raging fire, even touching the seven primary families in the Black Dragon Palace."

He went on with composure, "Actually, they debated which family would claim you. The Grims Family and the Heron Family led the charge. Ultimately, you ended up aligned with the Grims Family."

Max gave a slight nod while taking it in. He was well aware that no matter the result, he wouldn't have picked any family besides the Grims Family, particularly following the events at the Divine Colosseum.

"Senior Brother Carl," Max inquired after pausing to reflect, "could you share details about the Thirty Six Halls in the Black Dragon Palace?"

Carl shot him a subtle smile and inclined his head. "The Black Dragon Palace splits into Thirty Six Halls, with disciples ranked in four levels throughout them. Outer disciples occupy the first level, their cultivation staying in the Rebirth Realm. They serve as the palace's base, though their resource access remains quite restricted."

He pressed on without falter, "Next up are inner disciples, who've attained the Law Awakening Realm. They receive greater benefits and count as key resources, yet they linger distant from the palace's heart. Then there are core disciples, entering the Law Refinement Realm. Starting here, a disciple starts accessing genuine resources, legacies, and safeguards from the Black Dragon Palace."

Carl's face turned graver as he wrapped up, "Crowning them all are true disciples, at the Law Manifestation Realm. The palace grooms these as its top talents, handling them like impending supports. As far as I know, the Black Dragon Palace boasts under one hundred true disciples overall. They're exceedingly scarce, and each one stands as a force that can rattle their era."

Max took in every detail quietly as he heard it. The Black Dragon Palace's setup proved far stricter and more cutthroat than he'd pictured, driving home one stark truth. Here, strength wasn't merely vital. It defined everything.

While their conversation flowed, the enormous form of the Thirty Third Hall slowly emerged ahead. It defied Max's expectations entirely. Far from a lone structure or basic chamber, the Thirty Third Hall sprawled like an ancient metropolis all its own, covering immense territory.

Buildings of deep black and dark bronze tones rose beside cutting-edge edifices that throbbed softly with Divine Essence. Broad avenues linked soaring halls, practice areas, archives, and living quarters, blending the old-world feel with clear modern flair from the Divine Realm.

In Max's eyes, it resembled a city shaped through endless ages, holding fast to its origins while weaving in fresh aspects of the Divine Realm.

Carl guided Max further into the Thirty Third Hall, aiming for the spot where fresh recruits formally checked in and claimed their positions. During the trek, Max sensed the thick Divine Essence sharpening, as if the earth underfoot had been forged by ages of mighty cultivators.

Along the path, a handful of disciples neared them. Four made up the bunch, two females and two males, all clad in the usual Thirty Third Hall attire. One female advanced, her stare keen and assured.

"Carl, why are you in this area?" she questioned. Known as Laura, her tone held a steady command that marked her as more than a typical outer disciple.

Max eyed the group with care. Like with Carl, he couldn't pierce any of their cultivation depths. But unlike the rest, Laura sparked the identical faint peril in him that Carl did, a subdued force signaling vast power veiled under poise. The remaining trio seemed commonplace by contrast, at least according to Max's gut.

"He's a fresh disciple, Max," Carl explained by way of introduction. "I'm escorting him to register at the Thirty Third Hall."

"Is he your attendant?" one male queried outright. George by name, his words dripped with a hint of scorn.

"Given his power level, he has to be an attendant," the other male, Sam, chimed in laughing, plainly doubting Max amounted to more.

Laura stayed out of their jesting, though. Her face hardened as Max's name clicked for her. She'd encountered that name earlier, murmured on ascension worlds and debated in low voices. The mortal who'd bested the Grim Gladiator. That thought prompted her to regard Max afresh, her eyes narrowing with intent.

"Let's head out," Laura declared following a short lull, her intrigue obviously stirred. "I'll join you to the Reporting Hall, Carl."

Carl agreed with a nod, welcoming her without delay, and the trio pressed on to their goal. Trailing behind, George and Sam traded looks, their earlier contempt now eclipsed by wonder. After brief uncertainty, they tagged along too, keen to uncover just what sort of disciple Max really was.

Venturing further into the Thirty Third Hall, Max grasped it sharper than before. This wasn't merely a section of the Black Dragon Palace. It formed a arena of rivalries, drawing myriad gifted souls, all battling to outshine others, where solely the mightiest could etch an enduring legacy.