Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1399 Testing the New Inheritance Technique!

"True disciple?" Max inquired, curiosity flickering across his gaze. "I figured the Black Dragon Palace just included outer disciples, inner disciples, and core disciples. So, what makes true disciples special?"

With a serene expression toward him, Lady Virelia appeared to have foreseen the query. "True Disciples stand as the mightiest and most prized pupils in the Black Dragon Palace," she detailed in an even-tempered manner. "Be it the Palace on its own or the Black Dragon Clan in full, every resource gets channeled straight into fostering their cultivation and advancement. They receive treatment far beyond regular disciples, positioned instead as the clan's coming mainstays."

Her tone held a subtle command as she went on. "In major tournaments, massive contests, or clashes across star realms, solely true disciples step forward to embody the Black Dragon Palace. The clan's glory, standing, and destiny rest squarely on them. Just from that, you can grasp how vital true disciples are to us."

As the weight of her words settled, Max gave a gradual nod. True Disciples weren't simply more powerful pupils; they were beings meticulously raised to lead right at the Divine Realm's cutting edge. As the Black Dragon Palace's top prodigies, these figures could rival the finest from other third-rate star realms and even take on numerous talents from second-rate ones. Earning true disciple status meant being hailed as a core support of the Black Dragon Palace.

"Very well, I've shared all the essentials," Lady Virelia stated evenly, wrapping up their exchange. "The Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial kicks off in one month. I trust that's enough for you to break through to the Rebirth Realm. After that, work on solidifying your power there and hold steady until the trial starts."

Max nodded once more, determination solid in his stance.

"You're free to go," Lady Virelia declared.

Bowing with respect, Max rose and departed her chamber, his stride firm while thoughts already shifted to the upcoming month of training and readiness.

Guided by Carl, Max made his way back to the Thirty Third Hall and quickly reached his personal space. Once he thanked Senior Brother Carl, he shut the entrance and entered the connected training room, the sturdy barriers locking out everything external.

In the training room, Max paused briefly, letting his breaths even out as stray thoughts faded from his mind. Once full tranquility washed over him, he shut his eyes and whispered gently. "Now's the moment to try out that fresh inheritance method from the Dimension of Lightning's Inheritance Chamber."

Drawing in a profound breath, Max's frame erupted in vivid azure lightning the very next second. Fierce bolts burst forth from him, snapping through the atmosphere and bathing the whole space in a charged radiance.

This time around, Max held the lightning from scattering wildly. He projected his intent and started pulling each thread of azure lightning back to his core. Obeying his command, the bolts coiled and merged, assembling ahead of him like a raging tempest yanked to one spot.

Max initiated the condensing procedure.

The enormous blue lightning bulk pulled inward, diminishing bit by bit while inner tension mounted. The snaps turned keener and fiercer, shifting from booming rumbles to a shrill, intense whine that echoed off the room's surfaces.

Max squeezed it once more, compelling the lightning to coil upon itself, packing its ruinous force denser with each fold. The light blazed fiercer, turning overwhelmingly vivid as the lightning thickened, its fierce might now caged in a continually narrowing area.

He tightened it further.

The lightning clump reduced even more, its internal strain climbing to a horrifying level. The surrounding atmosphere warped noticeably, quivering and straining as though it struggled to withstand such packed potency.

Maintaining total command, Max shaped it precisely, tapering it gradually until the former widespread lightning tempest morphed into a slim, stretched shape.

Then he compacted it yet again.

Gone was the wild lightning heap; in its place floated a lone, needle-like structure of unadulterated blue lightning. Sleek and exact, it lingered quietly in front of Max, though the crammed energy inside pressed with an oppressive weight.

A keen, icy sheen played over the lightning needle's exterior, and subtle waves of ruinous might seeped out even under Max's firm hold.

Brimming with lethal force, the azure lightning needle crammed every bit of its structure with squeezed lightning, honed to a peak that edged on the inconceivable. Max sensed it vividly.

Should this needle launch unchecked, it would slice past shields like they were nothing, boring through body, skeleton, force fields, and space folds with relentless drive. Its stored power shifted from bursting outward to pure, pinpoint devastation via piercing.

Max's eyes snapped open, fixing on the suspended lightning needle. A subtle threat emanated from it, signaling to him that this wasn't some lighthearted skill.

The room itself appeared to shy back, light burn traces forming on the toughened barriers where errant lightning flickers slipped from the needle's edge. Born purely from squeezing and mastery, it captured deadliness at its rawest.

"This packs real peril," Max muttered softly, a touch of approval in his tone. He pictured vividly what might happen if he loosed this lightning needle amid combat. Facing typical foes, it wouldn't just harm or hold back—it would conclude the fight with one fatal thrust.

"Yet I'm far from finished," Max noted with a subtle grin as crimson lightning sparked wildly around his form, its vibe far wilder and more overbearing than the blue lightning he'd just packed.