Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1417 Max's Turn!

Right on his heels, Laura advanced. The moment she set foot on Cyrus's terrain, that same horrifying force and blistering inferno overwhelmed her form. Though she handled it with greater poise, the burden showed as her shoulders sagged a bit from the load.

Gritting her teeth, she pushed through, compelling her cultivation to sync with the surrounding realm. After forty-five seconds, the blaze pulled back, and the gravitational pull loosened. With a quiet exhale, Laura restored her complete command over her motions and joined Carl at his position.

Next came Max's moment. He gazed upon Cyrus's landscape with a faint grin. 'Curious how quickly I'll adjust to this place.'

Calmly, he moved ahead, his face at ease like he was just out for a casual walk, not confronting a challenge that had already overwhelmed multiple disciples. The second his boot met Planet Cyrus's soil, the entire realm appeared to bellow in defiance.

Overwhelming gravity crashed upon him, while fierce flames erupted around his figure, twisting wildly as the world's principles responded to his arrival.

The strain registered with Max, yet rather than fight it head-on, he shut his eyes and regulated his breath. His form reacted on its own. Cultivation flowed effortlessly, his base firm, and his Dimensional Sovereign Body started conforming right away.

Blaze nipped at his flesh, wrapping his frame like it was probing him, yet it couldn't scorch so much as a thread of his attire. Seemed the fire itself paused, unsure how to impose its dominance on him.

The sway of the flame principles diminished to barely a whisper, neutralized almost entirely by his Dimensional Sovereign Physique, his Dimensional Immunity, and the inner Dimension of Flames he harbored.

His Dimensional Immunity naturally lessened the force of any element linked to a dimension under his control, and with flames in his grasp, Cyrus's savage flame rules forfeited nearly all power the moment they encountered him.

Meanwhile, the leftover world principles got subtly subdued by the resilience of his Dimensional Sovereign Body, a form that acclimated to adversarial settings with alarming speed.

Not even the bone-crushing gravity that made other disciples falter affected him, since his corporeal strength was potent enough to ignore such intensity without issue.

Only a handful of seconds ticked by.

In the time it took most disciples to scarcely react, Max aligned his stance and advanced a step.

Then a second one.

Once five seconds elapsed, the flames had entirely withdrawn from him, and Planet Cyrus's stifling force had dwindled to nothing. Max strode steadily over the terrain like it was a standard training ground, quickly reaching the elite talents without any hint of fatigue.

A hush descended on the star shuttle.

"What… what just happened?"

"Did he already adapt?"

"That was less than five seconds. I did not even finish counting."

"Impossible. Even Aden needed ten seconds."

"Is he even human?"

Waves of astonishment surged among the group. Disciples gawked with bulging eyes, a few clutching the shuttle's borders without thinking, others holding their breath entirely.

"He did not bend even once."

"The flames did not burn him at all."

"The gravity did nothing to him."

"Who is this guy really?"

Even viewers of Aden's ten-second adjustment and Jane's twenty-second one now saw their perceptions shatter. The display they'd witnessed utterly flipped their grasp of limits.

This went beyond mere aptitude or realm level. It reflected a vast chasm in core strength, bodily makeup, and very being.

At that point, awareness hit several disciples aboard the star shuttle. Some eyes grew larger as they fixed on Max's figure, and soon murmurs of incredulity started up.

"It is Max!"

"The one who took away the Sword of the Sword Sovereign!"

"That is him. No wonder his face looked familiar. He is the one who took the Sword of the Sword Sovereign!"

The commotion escalated fast as additional disciples pieced it together. Pure bewilderment from before morphed into a dazed kind of recognition.

"Now that I think about it, this actually makes sense."

"Of course he could adapt in less than five seconds. He is the one acknowledged by the Sword of the Sword Sovereign."

"Someone like that breaking common sense is not strange at all."

"I think only Max could do something like this."

"He is the chosen one after all."

With those phrases ringing out, the mood shifted quietly. The initial doubt over Max's seamless conformity to Planet Cyrus's rules and strain gradually dissolved, giving way to an odd feeling of destiny.

After all, this was the individual who'd pulled off something even wilder by seizing the Sword of the Sword Sovereign, a deed countless once deemed unattainable.

Against that mythic achievement, conforming to Cyrus's conditions in mere seconds didn't strike as so unbelievable anymore. Disciples traded looks, their prior stun turning to reverence tinged with acceptance. Deep down, a wordless conviction settled in.

If it was Max, then perhaps this was only natural.

Down below, Aden at last twisted his neck to eye Max, his steady gaze tightening a touch for the initial time. Jane's steady demeanor faltered, a spark of doubt crossing her features. Even Dale, arms folded with a smug grin, went rigid as the truth hit.

Less than five seconds.

That lone detail reverberated in each disciple's thoughts, instilling a cold assurance.

This Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial had just unveiled a beast way beyond anyone's expectations.

"This disciple of yours is truly a wonder, Virelia," Elder Roger remarked from overhead, his stare locked on Max with clear esteem shining in his eyes.

Elder Virelia traced his view and offered a subtle smile, her face serene but laced with unspoken satisfaction she made no effort to conceal. "He truly is a wonder," she answered gently, her tone even like this result had always aligned with her predictions.

The remaining elders shared looks then faced her, their faces blending wonder and true regard.

Successively, they voiced their praises, crediting her insight and judgment in taking on such a pupil. For them, it transcended simple gift or chance.

A disciple capable of conforming to Planet Cyrus's domineering principles and dread force in just seconds was outright freakish, even judged by Black Dragon Palace measures.