Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1420 Start of the Trial!
Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...
As the Seven Main Families from the Black Dragon Clan made their entrance, the Thirty-Six Hall Grand Trial stood ready to launch in full force. The mood at the trial venue transformed entirely, as though the very soil sensed the arrival of the clan's ultimate leaders.
Far overhead the testing field, the sky wavered lightly while a colossal aerial platform gradually took shape. This breathtaking edifice spanned wide enough to command a view of the whole trial area, placed high up to avoid any disruption to the evaluation process. The platform drifted calmly, upheld by timeless arrays and refined godly essence, radiating a grand and stately vibe.
At the top level of this airborne platform sat seven majestic thrones, each forged from precious heavenly ores and inscribed with timeless symbols of command, heritage, and might.
These thrones formed a broad semicircle, making sure that all from the Seven Main Families enjoyed a clear sight of the trial grounds underneath. Standing behind each throne were servants and seniors from their own lineages, holding themselves with deference and composure.
Once the Seven Main Families settled into their spots, the tension in the atmosphere intensified even more. From afar, their mere aura forced plenty of outer disciples to snap to attention and control their breaths without thinking.
These weren't just watchers. They held the power to shape fates with one mere utterance.
Right before the aerial platform, giant projection panels started popping up one by one. These panels lingered quietly in the sky, each big enough to show the combat zone in sharp detail.
Intricate arrays powered up inside them, letting the panels follow specific outer disciples, zoom in on key instants, and rebroadcast vital moves right away. Be it a challenge of spirit, insight, fighting skill, or endurance, nothing would escape capture or broadcast.
Via these projection setups, the Seven Main Families could watch any outer disciple they picked whenever they wanted. They might zero in on one person or keep tabs on whole squads simultaneously, weighing skills and spotting potential with sharp detachment.
All triumphs and all stumbles would face direct scrutiny from the Black Dragon Clan's mightiest leaders.
Down on Planet Cyrus, the gathered outer disciples sensed it sharp and clear. No longer were they just facing judgments from their hall seniors. Now they stood exposed to the eyes of the Seven Main Families. Each move they made, each choice they took, might catch the notice of those who controlled their paths ahead.
The trial hadn't kicked off yet, but for lots of outer disciples, that watchful pressure already felt like a test all its own.
"Alright, outer disciples of the Black Dragon Palace from all thirty-six halls," a deep, seasoned voice boomed over the huge trial field.
An elder soared smoothly into the sky, his form grabbing the focus of every outer disciple there. His silver locks trailed softly in the wind, and while he looked plain at first look, the instant he opened his mouth, a hidden force swept the whole zone, quelling any remaining murmurs.
"I am Charley Waller," the elder went on firmly. "The Grand Elder of the Black Dragon Palace. I will be the one presiding over this trial."
At that announcement, hordes of outer disciples stood taller on reflex. The Grand Elder showing up in person proved just how vital the Thirty-Six Hall Grand Trial really was.
Charley Waller halted for a second, his eyes scanning the ocean of outer disciples down below, plus the soaring aerial platform up top where the Seven Main Families watched quietly.
"This time, the Thirty-Six Hall Grand Trial will consist of three trials," he stated evenly, his words reaching every spot in the trial field without effort. "The first trial will be the Trial of Heart. The second trial is known as the Path to Eternal Flames. The third and final trial is called the Hundred Battles Trial."
With each title he named, the air grew thicker, as the outer disciples braced their minds for the challenges ahead.
"If you perform well in the latter two trials," Charley Waller added, "there is a high chance you will be awarded with significant rewards, including cultivation resources and inheritance techniques."
His voice took on a graver edge then.
"As for being selected as a true disciple," he said, "only those whose performance is truly top tier will be considered. Talent alone will not be enough. You must prove your worth beyond doubt."
The Grand Elder lifted one hand gradually, and right then, the whole trial field plunged into total quiet.
"With that being said," Charley Waller proclaimed, his tone rolling like thunder over Planet Cyrus, "I hereby declare the start of the Thirty-Six Hall Grand Trial."
As soon as those words landed, a rush of excitement swept over the masses of outer disciples. Some gripped their hands tight, others calmed their breaths, and plenty felt their pulses racing hard in their chests.
The trials had begun.
"All the disciples, follow me!"
Grand Elder Charley Waller's command rang sharp and true across the broad trial field the second he touched down on Cyrus's burned soil. His boots met the dirt softly, but the area nearby stilled, like the planet's wild fires respected his command.
He didn't pause, spinning around to stride ahead, guiding the wave of outer disciples to the opening trial zone. The path he picked headed right for one of those giant dome-like buildings that the outer disciples had spotted from far off when they first got there.
Seen up close, the dome loomed way more massively than it had seemed from afar. Its outer layer glowed subtly with shifting patterns and marks, as if the building breathed on its own.
As the outer disciples got nearer, the vibe started to shift. A subtle feeling in the breeze turned into a thick weight, bearing down on their frames and thoughts equally.
A hidden force poured out from the dome, and each step closer turned that force into real strain. Certain outer disciples struggled to catch their breath, while others sensed a weird squeeze on their chests, like invisible grips probing their determination.
Max sensed it right away.
The second that force hit him, his eyes grew a bit wider.
"This feeling…" he whispered to himself, his face growing grave.
He recognized this force. He knew it all too well.