Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1418 Arrival at the Trial Site!

After the stunning performance from the elite disciples and Max, whose seamless adjustment had etched a profound mark on all onlookers, the other disciples from the Thirty Third Hall at last summoned their resolve.

Step by step, they advanced from the star shuttle's brink and dropped down to Planet Cyrus's terrain, their faces etched with anxiety and steadfast will.

The second their feet hit the soil, Cyrus's harsh truths unveiled themselves. Overwhelming gravity bore down heavily, causing numerous disciples to stumble or buckle at the knees, as fierce blazes erupted nearby with the wild flame laws striking without mercy.

Certain disciples clenched their jaws and persevered, channeling their cultivation at full force. For these cultivators, the process dragged on agonizingly. It demanded long minutes of torment before the fires slowly withdrew and the burden eased sufficiently for them to rise straight.

Perspiration soaked their forms, and their complexions turned ashen, yet a sense of ease shone in their gazes once they achieved those initial firm strides across the planet's expanse.

Not everyone fared so well. The very instant they made contact with the earth, their frames were overrun. Blazing infernos swallowed them whole, and the dreadful weight crushed them flat before any response was possible. Shouts of agony rang out as these disciples lay utterly immobilized, their cultivation failing to match the planet's relentless assault.

During these crises, the elders sprang into action without delay. With poised precision, surges of restrained energy flowed down from on high, enveloping the struggling disciples and compelling their bodies into balance. Directed by the elders, the crushing force and fiery laws were methodically subdued, enabling even the frailest to regain composure and commence adapting.

As the ordeal dragged on, moments ticked by relentlessly. A handful of disciples acclimated within mere minutes, while others needed much more time, and some depended heavily on the elders' support just to regain their footing.

Still, beneath the vigilant oversight of the five elders, none were abandoned. Gradually, each member of the Thirty Third Hall succeeded in attuning to Planet Cyrus's conditions, be it through personal grit or aided intervention.

When the dust settled, the area under the star shuttle teemed with weary yet steady disciples. Labored breaths filled the air, and plenty knelt down as the intense strain finally lifted, their features bearing traces of residual dread and wonder.

Only now did the true ferocity of Planet Cyrus dawn on them—a ruthless ordeal that had instantly begun sifting through their ranks upon landing.

The Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial wasn't just underway. It was already ruthlessly pruning the unfit, sparing only those tough enough to withstand the Black Dragon Clan's hallowed realm's unforgiving nature.

"Let us move. We have not yet reached the actual trial site," Elder Roger announced while alighting alongside the other elders and guiding the disciples onward.

The disciples trailed silently in their wake, their prior enthusiasm now laced with expectation and a hint of unease. Planet Cyrus's fiery landscape sprawled boundlessly, its charred earth pulsing with warmth even post-adaptation to its forces and principles.

Minutes of trekking later, vague forms emerged in the distance. As the group neared, those contours sharpened into focus.

The initial sight that seized everyone's notice was a colossal edifice piercing the heavens, its outline stark and commanding against the blood-red sky. Nearby loomed two enormous domed edifices, their exteriors shimmering softly with inscribed runes and arrays that evoked timeless might.

"This is the trial site," Carl declared, grinning with evident thrill in his eyes.

Shortly thereafter, the five elders' contingent reached their goal. An awe-inspiring panorama unfolded before them. Vast multitudes of disciples, numbering in the hundreds of thousands, had already assembled, crowding the expansive zone encircling the tower and domes.

These cultivators obviously hailed from the remaining thirty five halls, making it clear the Thirty Third Hall was the final arrival.

Disciples from each hall clustered as one, creating thirty six separate clusters. Before each assembly positioned the elders overseeing their halls, their auras crafting unseen divides that kept the crowds apart while upholding discipline.

"Roger, your hall is the last to arrive," remarked an elder from the Twenty Third Hall, approaching to welcome Elder Roger. A few more elders joined, sharing quick salutes and light banter.

"Hehe, there is no need to rush," Elder Roger responded, smiling. "As long as the seven families have not arrived yet, nobody can be considered late."

"They should arrive any moment now," another elder noted, his stare scanning the Thirty Third Hall's disciples. His focus appeared to hunt for a particular figure before settling on Max.

"So that is the kid who took away the Sword of the Sword Sovereign?" the elder questioned, scrutinizing Max intently. Moments later, he gave a subtle shake of his head, a flicker of regret in his gaze. "Alas, his cultivation is still too weak. It will be difficult for him to stand among the top tier geniuses of all thirty six halls."

The Thirty Third Hall's elders merely offered subtle smiles in response and held back any counter. Solely they had beheld Max's feat upon touching Planet Cyrus. Mastering the world's oppressive weight and chaotic laws in under five seconds was beyond even many premier prodigies across the thirty six halls.

And Max had achieved it effortlessly.

That feat by itself convinced them Max's actual prowess surpassed numerous proclaimed geniuses. Regarding his showing amid the thirty six halls' finest, that remained to unfold. Nevertheless, the Thirty Third Hall elders harbored a subdued eagerness.

They yearned to witness the heights this prodigious disciple might attain.