Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1372 Trial of the Weapons!

Elder Soren guided Max and his companions further into the Treasure Hall, where his steady voice resonated across the expansive chamber. "Based on your token, you're allowed to select three items from here. One weapon, one cultivation art, and one battle art," he declared without turning around, as if repeating lines etched deep in his memory from years past.

With a calm and deliberate cadence, he pressed on, "To make it clear, every weapon and technique in the Black Dragon Palace gets sorted into three main levels. They include the Saint Tier, Divine Tier, and Immortal Tier. Each level breaks down further into low, middle, and high grades. Take a Saint Tier weapon at middle grade, for instance—it's known as a Middle Saint Tier weapon. Cultivation arts and battle arts follow the exact same rule."

Max paid close attention, etching each detail firmly in his mind. After a brief pause, he inquired, "Which levels of weapons and techniques can I pick?"

At last, Elder Soren turned his gaze toward him and let a subtle smile flicker across his face. "It all hinges on your own capabilities."

"On me?" Max echoed in a quiet murmur, his interest sharpening as he pondered the implication of that statement.

Before long, they entered a colossal chamber that made the earlier areas of the Treasure Hall seem insignificant by comparison. As soon as Max crossed the threshold, his breathing grew shallow without him realizing it. An aura of reverence and immense weight filled the room, like eons of gathered might lay dormant in its very foundations. This grand space split into two expansive zones.

In one area, a multitude of weapons drifted motionlessly in mid-air, held aloft by unseen energies, each exuding its distinct essence. Blades, lances, swords, axes, and myriad other armaments lingered there, some serene and subdued, others fierce and commanding, their sheer vibe enough to weigh down on lesser cultivators.

Across from it, numerous slim volumes rested encased in glowing azure light boxes. Every box throbbed softly, safeguarding what lay within while letting a subtle energy seep through. The atmosphere in that zone carried a deeper intensity, as though every tome held not mere text, but the essence of a person's lifelong insights and battles.

"Various ways exist to obtain weapons and techniques in this place," Elder Soren announced, halting at the heart of the chamber and pivoting to confront Max, his gaze sparkling with mild curiosity.

Fixing his eyes on Max, he then questioned, "Now, what would you like to pick first?"

"I'd like a weapon to start with," Max replied, a slight grin on his lips. In his clash with Mark, his cursed blade had neared its breaking point, particularly when he tapped into the slightest hint of his Cosmic Path.

He understood perfectly that pressing on in the Divine Realm while relying on a mortal realm tool would only drag him down.

'From what I see, that blade ranks as a low Saint Tier weapon.' Max reflected steadily.

"Feel free to pick any weapon that catches your eye," Elder Soren encouraged with an uncommon grin, waving toward the armaments side of the chamber.

A sea of thousands of weapons hung quietly in the air in front of Max, each projecting its individual might. Longswords, poles, cleavers, and endless rare implements crowded the expanse, forming a hovering realm of metal and sacred substances.

Max soon spotted that the most formidable ones stayed far from the floor. The greater the height a weapon occupied, the more intense and burdensome its energy grew, as if the very atmosphere strained under their weight.

"Junior Brother Max, weapons that hover higher possess greater strength," Carl whispered from nearby. "Yet claiming one relies solely on your ability. If you can grasp it firmly, it's yours to keep."

"Is it really that straightforward?" Max queried, his eyes narrowing just a touch.

A gentle laugh escaped Laura before she responded. "It's not quite as easy as that. Why don't you move under the weapons and experience it yourself?"

Max agreed with a nod and advanced until he positioned himself right below the suspended armaments. The instant his foot hit the area's ground, a tremendous force bore down on him. Unseen yet relentless, it felt like a massive burden had slammed onto his frame.

The atmosphere thickened, turning even inhalation into a labored effort. Max grasped right away that this formed the real challenge. These weapons weren't just drifting idly—they challenged anyone bold enough to draw near.

As the force seeped into his form, Max stayed composed and shifted his footing. "Elder Soren," he inquired steadily, "how many tries do I get in this spot?"

"Just a single one," Elder Soren answered, his smile tinged with eager expectation. "You can go for any weapon that appeals to you, but only once. What you succeed in seizing will belong to you."

Max inclined his head, then posed another query with an easy smile. "And I can claim any weapon here, no matter the tier, if I manage to grip it?"

"Naturally," Elder Soren confirmed promptly. "That's the core of the weapon test. Power, determination, and harmony determine the outcome."

Raising his gaze skyward, Max scanned the heights. His focus didn't stray much. Ever since entering the chamber, one particular sword at the pinnacle had captured his notice. It gleamed with a dazzling golden glow, its brilliance setting it apart from the rest.

This blade soared above all others, almost brushing the roof, and the energy it released was so thick that it warped the nearby air faintly.

Max sensed it at once. This wasn't an average sword. It bore an essence that echoed strongly within him, like it awaited a worthy owner instead of merely idling. Given the chance to seize any weapon he could handle, he saw no point in choosing anything short of the finest available in the Treasure Hall.

Locking his stare on the golden sword overhead, Max drew in a deep breath and steeled himself to grasp it.