Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1427 Saintess in Training!

"There are actually two," Lucia mentioned with a subtle smile, her eyes shifting to a specific area of the dome where a handful of disciples lingered separately from the group. She focused on a young lady far away, and a faint alteration in her look caught Max's attention without fail. "The first one is the Saintess in training."

Max traced her direction of view, and right when his gaze settled on that silhouette, his pupils shrank just a touch. It was her—the very woman who had previously awakened the savage craving deep in his bloodline.

She held herself with serene poise, showing neither excessive arrogance nor fear, her stance upright and her energy controlled but clearly untainted. An otherworldly vibe surrounded her, making the nearby atmosphere seem fresher in her vicinity.

"Saintess in training?" Max inquired, keeping his voice even while his interest shone through. "What does that mean?"

Lucia kept her smile, even as a quick glint of mixed feelings—part respect, part bitterness—flashed in her eyes.

"Saintess in training signifies she's the heir apparent to take on the role of Saintess for the Black Dragon Clan," Lucia answered. "The Saintess in our clan isn't just a name. It stands for a holy figure in the Black Dragon heritage. They only come into being under rare conditions, and often they don't show up for many eras."

Her tone softened a bit, like she was discussing a matter deserving awe.

"Throughout the Black Dragon Clan's past, a genuine Saintess might emerge only every second generation or so, and there are times when none appear for hundreds of years. Over the last few centuries, nobody met the criteria for that role. The bloodline stayed robust, yet no one had the required purity or connection to trigger the marks of a Saintess."

Max paid close attention without a word, his eyes fixed on the far-off form.

Lucia went on, "A Saintess arises when the Black Dragon bloodline reaches its most polished and balanced form. Tales claim their blood holds the primal core of the ancient Black Dragon. Their bond with dragon forces is almost perfect. Starting from infancy, their progress in cultivation outpaces everyone else. Grasping fire and dragon essence comes naturally to them. Just being near them boosts the clan's spirit and unity."

A hint of strain entered her voice with the following statement.

"She goes by Isabella Lumin, the present Saintess in training. The elders have recognized her promise. Assuming no disruptions occur, she'll face the ultimate ceremonies in a handful of years and officially rise as the Saintess of the Black Dragon Clan."

Max's gaze tightened a fraction at the mention of the name.

Isabella Lumin.

The name rooted itself in his thoughts, laden with significance. Now, the stir in his bloodline felt much clearer. With her blood nearing the ancient origin in its cleanness, maybe what his own lineage missed was that very wholeness. The urge he'd sensed could have been no accident. It might stem from a deep-seated need to fill a void.

Lucia halted for a moment before resuming, her face now showing deeper layers of emotion.

"When a Saintess emerges in our clan, it's seen as a sign of coming abundance. Stories tell that in times when a Saintess guided the heart of the Black Dragon Clan spiritually, our power grew, foes pulled back, and inner strife eased. People think a Saintess serves as a vital link to the forefathers' dragon intent, steadying all the bloodlines across the clan."

A spark of envy danced in her eyes, though she hid it with a steady grin.

"That's why Isabella draws so much focus. Each hall vies for her approval. Every elder tracks her development. The youth either look up to her or resent her. To plenty, she herself ensures the Black Dragon Clan's thriving for the coming millennium."

Max stayed quiet.

Far off, Isabella lingered under the dome's radiant shine, oblivious to the inner turmoil brewing in him. For most, she embodied promise and growth. But to his bloodline, she represented far more.

A key.

Or maybe a lost element.

Max gradually pulled back his stare, keeping his face impassive. This discovery had enriched his insight, but it also ramped up the knots in his circumstances. Absorbing an average disciple's bloodline would be straightforward. Yet the bloodline of a Saintess in training changed everything.

If Lucia's words rang true, Isabella wasn't simply a gifted practitioner.

She was the upcoming soul of the Black Dragon Clan.

"What makes her so special?" Max questioned, his tone firm despite the whirlwind in his mind. He kept his eyes on Isabella a second more before turning to Lucia. If the Saintess rank alone sparked such devotion, the roots of that rank must run much deeper than mere skill.

Lucia's grin grew a tad broader, like she'd anticipated the query.

"Not every offspring or follower qualifies as a Saintess in training," she started. "The top condition is that she gets selected by the Imperial Bloodline of the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline."

Those terms held gravity, and even the disciples close by hushed their talk, as though the phrase itself called for honor.

"The Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline splits into various lines," Lucia pressed on, her voice growing more serious. "Across endless ages, the bloodline has branched out. Certain lines excel in raw strength, others connect better with dark fires, and some shine in soul awareness. But beyond all those splits sits a supreme branch. It's called the Imperial Bloodline."

Max's look grew keener.

"Imperial Bloodline counts as the scarcest kind of bloodline branch in our clan," Lucia clarified. "It can't come from hard work in cultivation, and it won't wake through man-made means. It's a legacy linking straight to the earliest ancestor of the Black Dragon Clan. Per the ancient scrolls, our bloodline's creator came from a primordial Black Dragon that dominated chaos long ago. The Imperial Bloodline echoes that source in its truest form."