Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1416 Top Disciples Went In!

Witnessing Aden's swift adjustment to the intense laws and heavy pressure of Planet Cyrus in just ten seconds, a larger number of disciples found their bravery surging. A handful of them advanced on impulse, yet they froze right at the shuttle's boundary.

Their eyes fixed on the charred earth far below, where faint remnants of flame law danced over the planet's crust. Though determination flared anew within them, none mustered the guts for that crucial last stride. Terror and doubt gripped them tightly, refusing to let go.

At that moment, yet another person pushed through the throng. She advanced with poised strides, her lengthy dark hair swaying softly in her wake.

"That's Jane."

"The runner-up among outer disciples."

"She's making her move."

Murmurs rippled softly through the group as all eyes turned to her in anticipation.

"How much time do you reckon she'll need to adjust?"

"No idea, but it'll surpass Aden's mark for sure."

"She's powerful, yet Aden holds the top spot."

While the disciples murmured back and forth, Jane at last set foot upon Planet Cyrus's terrain. Instantly, ferocious flames erupted around her form, and the planet's immense force bore down relentlessly. Her frame dipped a bit from the burden, her stance dipping as she withstood the dual onslaught of gravity and flame law.

"She's getting forced lower."

"The force is horrifying."

For a short while, the inferno blazed fiercely about her, searing the atmosphere and warping the space near her. Gradually, though, the blaze started to fade. The suffocating force eased off, allowing Jane to rise straight once more.

Once twenty seconds elapsed, she advanced with a firm stride, followed by more, until she strode effortlessly over Cyrus's ground. She quickly approached Aden and halted nearby, her face composed again.

"Twenty seconds."

"Just twenty seconds for her."

"Incredible."

"Even if behind Aden, twenty seconds remains astonishing."

Fresh waves of thrill and wonder swept through the onlookers. Aden's ten-second feat had stunned them, but Jane's showing proved equally remarkable. The disciples marveled, yet without the shock of before. After all, these two were the leading outer disciples from the Thirty Third Hall.

Still, the divide between the pair and everyone else loomed larger than ever.

"Hmph! All you lot are spineless!" A bold, haughty bellow rang out abruptly inside the star shuttle, seizing every gaze at once.

One person shoved roughly past the wavering disciples and marched boldly to the shuttle's rim. It was Dale, his face twisted in scorn as he scanned the fearful expressions around him, relishing their unease.

Then, he directed his stare below to Planet Cyrus's burnt expanse, where subtle flame law echoes still hovered in the atmosphere.

"So many of you here, but not one has the nerve to advance," Dale mocked. "Pitiful."

Ignoring any retort, he leaped from the star shuttle onto Cyrus's domain.

The second his boot met the soil, the dreadful gravity crashed over him. Blazing fires burst wildly about his figure, howling skyward like hungry beasts. Dale emitted a deep groan as his form buckled, his legs quaking beneath the world's merciless squeeze.

"He's getting crushed."

"The fires rage fiercer near him."

"Will he collapse?"

Moments ticked by relentlessly. Dale's features contorted as perspiration trickled from his brow. The burden pressed far harder on him than on Jane or, above all, Aden. His frame shook, and briefly, it looked like he'd be smashed flat like those initial failures.

"Tch…" Dale ground his jaws, defiant to the end. His energy burst forth as he channeled his strength desperately, battling the pull of gravity and the furious flame laws battering him from all sides.

Thirty seconds ticked away.

"He's enduring still."

"Already thirty seconds… way past Jane's time."

At the thirty-sixth second, the blaze encircling Dale at last diminished. The choking force released its clutch, and his quivering posture gradually aligned. With a harsh breath, Dale moved ahead one foot, then the next. The fires vanished entirely, letting him stand tall on Cyrus's face.

"Thirty-six seconds."

"He pulled it off."

"Longer or not, it's still noteworthy."

Dale cast a smug look back at the star shuttle, his gaze brimming with fresh superiority. His effort fell short of Aden's ten or Jane's twenty, yet he'd triumphed where hordes faltered.

With a sharp huff, he proceeded to stand with Aden and Jane under the elders, his bearing swollen with conceit again.

Those observing from the shuttle sank into tense quiet. Watching even Dale conquer the challenge underscored that bravery wasn't enough—the real trial demanded power, solid base, and iron will. For most, Planet Cyrus's might exposed their true shortcomings painfully.

"Let's head over and link up with them," Carl murmured softly to Max while he and Laura pressed through the group, their faces resolute amid the thick tension.

Max gave a subtle grin and trailed after, the trio reaching the shuttle's forefront. Even from there, Planet Cyrus's stifling vibe assaulted them without a single step—the scorching warmth rolled in like a hidden wave, and the twisted flame law currents weighed the very air down.

Carl led the way, planting his foot on Cyrus's soil first. Right away, the smothering gravity slammed into him as fires leaped up around his shape. His body went rigid, sinews straining, breaths coming labored while he bore the onslaught.

Tick by tick, he held firm, pouring his energy into resistance with total concentration. Forty seconds later, the blaze eased bit by bit, and the load upon him lightened. Carl drew himself up and advanced a pace, then repeated it, striding unhindered toward the elders.