Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1415 Trial of Cyrus!

While Max kept talking over the specifics of the three trials alongside Carl and Laura, the constant buzz from the star shuttle slowly died down, then a faint shake rippled across the whole cabin. Soon enough, the shuttle stopped fully, showing they had made it to their stop.

"All of you, we've landed on Planet Cyrus. Get off the shuttle one by one, carefully," Elder Roger announced, his tone steady and commanding, resonating sharply in the huge space inside.

With that command, the enormous doors at the shuttle's rear slid apart. A fierce, strange glow flooded in from beyond, bringing along a heavy force that caused plenty of disciples to stiffen up on instinct. Yet order prevailed, and those disciples up front started to advance.

The lead disciple was the first to exit.

Right as his boot hit the outer surface, his face contorted in surprise. Fire burst forth around him out of nowhere, and prior to any real scream escaping, his whole form got smashed flat against the dirt like some unseen peak had dropped on top of him.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Why did he catch fire?"

"Did he trigger some kind of formation?"

Bewildered shouts broke out within the shuttle while disciples gawked at the unfolding horror in utter astonishment. Before folks could even wrap their heads around it, a bunch more disciples, figuring it was just a fluke, ventured out in quick succession.

The outcome stayed identical.

As soon as they crossed the shuttle's threshold, blazes swallowed their forms, and brutal force pounded them down hard, their bodies pinned by an unstoppable weight that allowed zero fight back.

"What is happening?"

"Why is the gravity so terrifying?"

"This makes no sense!"

Astonishment raced through the leftover disciples like a blaze. Fear edged into their tones as they saw peers getting hammered into the earth repeatedly, not even managing to stay on their feet.

Max's brow furrowed hard watching it all. He glanced at Carl and Laura for answers, yet they appeared every bit as baffled. Carl's forehead creased deeply, and Laura's mouth hung open a tad, her gaze brimming with bewilderment.

"This has never happened before," Laura whispered softly.

"I have never heard of something like this either," Carl replied darkly.

Right at that moment, the five elders exited the star shuttle as one and hovered steadily in the sky over the group. Their stances remained solid amid Planet Cyrus's harsh conditions, unaffected by the smothering pull or the wild flame laws tormenting the disciples underneath.

Gazing upon the puzzled and rattled expressions of the assembled disciples, subtle grins formed on their features, like this response was precisely what they anticipated.

Elder Roger's words echoed once more, firm and crisp, slicing past the disorder. "You might view this as its own test, even though it doesn't count as part of the official Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial."

Those disciples underneath paid close attention, quite a few still shaking off the jolt from the events they'd seen.

"The surroundings and pull of Planet Cyrus are incredibly intricate," Elder Roger went on. "In this realm, the laws stir into overdrive, particularly the flame laws. Thus, the second your feet hit this soil, gravity's crush and the flame laws' sway will hit your frames with full fury."

He scanned the assembly before finishing evenly, "Should you not adjust right away to this realm's force and the flame laws upon landing, you'll wind up exactly like those initial few. Your form will buckle under the strain, get driven into the soil, and set ablaze by the unchecked flame law."

A thick quiet settled after his words as understanding hit the disciples. It wasn't a mishap or sneaky snare. Planet Cyrus stood as the initial challenge, a ruthless sieve requiring instant acclimation. Anyone unable to endure its might wouldn't even earn a spot at the Grand Trial's outset.

Tension thickened in the air as disciples grasped that their showing was under scrutiny from the instant they touched this world.

While the group still reeled from Elder Roger's words and pondered who might risk Planet Cyrus next, one solitary shape advanced from the disciple ranks. His stride stayed relaxed, his look serene almost to boredom.

"It is Aden."

"The first ranked outer disciple."

"Is he actually going out now?"

Murmurs swept across the throng as every stare fixed on him. Aden Holloway ignored the spotlight completely. He strode right by the frozen disciples and planted his foot on Planet Cyrus's terrain.

The second his sole met the ground, the fearsome pull slammed into him and savage fires leaped from below, twisting around his frame. His body halted abruptly, locked stiff like some hidden power had seized him.

"He stopped."

"He cannot move."

"The flames are surrounding him."

"Even he is struggling?"

The chatter swelled as time stretched out. Five seconds ticked by, flames still roaring near Aden's form, nipping at his garb and flesh. His expression stayed even, though sweat dotted his forehead under the world's relentless assault.

"This pressure is no joke."

"If even Aden needs time, what about the rest of us?"

Then, on the tenth second, a shift occurred.

The wild flames suddenly quieted, pulling away like they'd missed their mark. The pounding force lightened, and Aden's tense posture loosened. He managed one step ahead.

And then another.

"What?"

"The flames disappeared."

"He is walking."

"In just ten seconds?"

The gathering burst into incredulity. Disciples gaped wide-eyed while Aden kept moving forward without a hitch, his steps fluid and free, as though the nightmarish setting from before had vanished entirely. He bridged the gap with poise and halted under the five elders, upright and at ease.

"Ten seconds… he adapted in just ten seconds."

"That is insane."

"No wonder he is ranked first."

"Is this the gap between us and him?"

Even self-proclaimed prodigies sensed a shiver in their cores. Seeing Aden sync with Planet Cyrus's pull and ferocious flame laws so swiftly crushed countless remaining dreams.

From the throng, Max observed quietly, his eyes glued to Aden's rear. The guy hadn't boasted or uttered a thing, but his deeds had blasted a sharp warning to all there.

Such was the benchmark of the elite.