Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1371 Treasure Hall

Quickly, the group reached the Reporting Hall within the Thirty Third Hall. The structure loomed imposingly in the district's core, its shadowy stone facade inscribed with old draconic symbols that shimmered softly, radiating an aura of power and discipline. Disciples slipped in and out in hushed silence, their faces stern, as though uttering a loud word might count as a bold insult.

"Go and report yourself," Carl instructed steadily, pausing at the doorway and waving Max onward.

Max gave a nod and ventured within. The inside proved much plainer than anticipated, but it held a gravity that prompted him to stand taller on instinct. A lengthy desk ran along the room, where multiple deacons worked, handling one disciple at a time.

A brief queue had formed already, and Max slipped into it without fanfare. The youths in front mixed eagerness with anxiety on their features, like this one action could seal their place in the Thirty Third Hall.

Just moments later, Max made it to the head of the line.

"Next," the deacon at the desk announced in a dull, routine voice.

Max advanced and presented his token. The deacon grasped it, his fingertips grazing its face while he inspected the engravings.

For an instant, his eyebrows knit together, and he raised his eyes to scrutinize Max more closely, wondering if he'd overlooked a detail or if the youth before him truly aligned with the token's details. The quiet lingered a bit too long, pulling a handful of intrigued looks from those nearby.

At last, the deacon activated the token somehow, adding fresh data with a subtle burst of glow, then returned it. "Here," he stated flatly. "Head to the Treasure Hall and choose three items."

Max took the token and dipped his head a touch before pivoting and leaving the desk.

Once Max's form vanished from sight, the deacon exhaled softly. "A sixth-level Divine Rank disciple with this kind of access," he whispered to himself. "He's got powerful support behind him."

Back outside, Max rejoined Carl and the waiting group.

"How'd it go?" Carl inquired, his voice even but his gaze sharp.

Max offered a slight grin and held up his token. "I've been listed as an outer disciple."

"What?" Sam burst out, his eyes bulging in shock.

George fixed on the token too, his face rigid. "That doesn't add up. He's just at the sixth level of Divine Rank."

Their responses hit fast and fierce, struggling to grasp the news. Carl and Laura stayed unruffled alone. Carl knew full well Max's position stemmed not from his cultivation stage but from his influential allies, whereas Laura's look at Max turned even more contemplative.

"They also said I can grab three items from the Treasure Hall," Max mentioned offhand, like it was no big deal.

"What?" Now even Laura couldn't mask her surprise.

In the Thirty Third Hall, veteran outer disciples needed to rack up achievements or points just to claim one Treasure Hall item. Getting permission to pick three right at the start as a new outer disciple was unprecedented, a feat unknown in the hall's long past.

Right then, it hit everyone there hard: Max Morgan wasn't joining the Thirty Third Hall like a regular recruit, but as a figure with solid connections.

"Then let's move to the Treasure Hall," Carl suggested with a grin, spinning around to guide Max ahead. In truth, these perks for Max didn't catch him off guard.

Anybody endorsed directly by Lady Virelia—or rather, Elder Virelia—was sure to get top-tier handling. That's how the Black Dragon Palace operated, where connections often outweighed raw cultivation power.

Had Carl realized Max wasn't just endorsed by Lady Virelia but actually her direct apprentice, all these events would have clicked even clearer for him.

The others fell in step after Carl and Max. Laura especially felt her interest in Max spike, and she strode along with a pensive air, her eyes flicking his way now and then, as if peering past the veil over his real potential.

Her best friend sighed lightly before catching up, long used to Laura's sharp hunches around oddities. George and Sam hung back too, their prior swagger dimmed, swapped for open wariness and intrigue.

Not much time passed before they got to the Treasure Hall. To Max, labeling it a hall seemed off. Before him towered a grand edifice piercing the sky, its gloomy shell bolstered by age-old substances and arrays that throbbed gently with Divine Essence.

It resembled a colossal tower far more than a mere hall, leaving Max puzzled why they didn't just name it the Treasure Tower.

They stepped inside the building, uncovering a spacious and still interior. A scattering of disciples wandered around, but the area stayed mostly deserted, lending it a stark and somewhat heavy vibe.

Sealed vaults marched along the sides, each emitting its own vibe—some mild, others keen enough to rouse Max's senses.

"Who wants a treasure?" a gruff tone suddenly snapped.

A grizzled elder with a constant scowl materialized, his forehead creased like the world had wronged him deeply. He seemed annoyed by life in general.

"Elder Soren," Carl greeted with respect, bowing his head. "This is Max. He's cleared to pick treasures."

Elder Soren eyed Max up and down repeatedly, his piercing stare holding extra long. "A sixth-level Divine Rank cultivator, barely more than a novice in Divine Realm terms, yet granted entry to the Treasure Hall," he grumbled with a huff. "Curious. Most curious. Hand over your identity token, lad."

Max agreed and passed the token right away.

The instant Elder Soren spotted it, his eyes tightened. He knew the insignia at once.

'Lady Virelia's private emblem?' His face stayed neutral, but his mind whirled. 'So this disciple falls under her wing. That clears it up. None but those she shields get such favors without debate.'

"Follow me," Elder Soren ordered briskly, wheeling about and heading further into the Treasure Hall.

Max went after him, with Carl and the rest shadowing quietly. As they pressed onward, the energies thickened and deepened around them, and Max sensed that what lay ahead in this depths would prove anything but commonplace.