Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1429 Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body!

"Why are you lost in such profound thought?"

Lucia's words snapped Max out of his intense reverie. She had watched him with keen attention, and the abrupt change in his expression hadn't slipped past her sharp awareness.

Just earlier, he'd been posing questions with steady interest, yet now his face had grown grave, his stare far-off like he was assembling pieces of an immense enigma.

Max blinked and let the fervor in his eyes dim. Ideas about the Imperial Bloodline, its incompleteness, and potential evolution tucked away silently in his mind's corner. This wasn't the spot or moment to disclose even a hint of the revelations forming inside him.

He released a soft exhale and formed a gentle smile on his lips.

"I was merely pondering," he replied steadily, his voice casual as if no weighty matters had stirred his thoughts, "you spoke of two disciples capable of shattering records. I'm eager to know who the other one is."

Lucia examined him a bit longer, her piercing gaze fixed on his features as though searching for any concealed intent beneath his composed front.

A faint realization showed in her look. She understood Max didn't fall quiet without cause. Still, his answer flowed naturally, and no strain appeared in his stance.

The golden glow from the central route shimmered softly in his eyes, lending him a nearly serene vibe. Yet under that poised surface, his mind buzzed, meticulously gauging each phrase and response.

With the Saintess in training as the first, the second had to be someone just as remarkable.

Max's interest burned true. The Path to Eternal Flames exuded a presence that seemed both timeless and fierce. For records to truly shatter, the one pulling it off would need either a supreme connection to fire or unmatched stamina.

Lucia's mouth tilted upward a touch, obviously glad he'd steered the talk elsewhere.

"So you're intrigued at last," she remarked softly.

Max's grin held firm, even as his eyes focused more keenly to show he hung on her every word.

Be it the Saintess, a prodigy from the Seven Families, or a concealed talent among the Thirty Six Halls' disciples, he aimed to grasp the power dynamics before treading that golden route.

For if records were destined to fall this day, he had no plans to stand as just an onlooker.

"Now, the second is the one with the best shot at toppling the records in the coming two trials," Lucia explained with a assured grin, her words laced with conviction over guesswork.

"Best shot? Better than the Saintess in training?" Max inquired, real astonishment creeping into his tone despite his typical control. With Isabella bearing the Imperial Bloodline, hailed as the peak of the Black Dragon lineage, the notion that another could outpace her in pure prowess right now felt nearly at odds.

Lucia affirmed with a firm nod. "Indeed. For the moment, at least."

Her eyes drifted to a different area of the dome, where a lofty youth positioned himself amid a handful of disciples. He held himself upright, his face serene, but an evident command radiated from how the others kept a subtle gap around him.

"This other disciple goes by Zain Heron," Lucia pressed on. "He's a straight-line heir of the Heron Family and stands as the mightiest outer disciple spanning every one of the Thirty Six Halls."

Max's sight locked onto the form she pointed out. From afar, he detected a thickness in Zain's aura that went beyond the norm. It wasn't just potent. It was honed and restrained, akin to a roaring inferno trapped in a steel casing.

"What sets him apart," Lucia elaborated, "is his innate divine physique called the Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body."

The title alone held gravity.

"The Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body represents a hugely uncommon makeup that harbors a born link to fire and dragon essence. Since his arrival into the world, his frame has been ideally suited for taking in and channeling fire-related forces. Upon awakening his Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline—which for him is a Source Bloodline—the pair didn't just align. They harmonized."

Lucia's tone dipped a notch, her face turning grave.

"That harmony boosted them both. His divine physique fortified the Source Bloodline, while the bloodline in response elevated his physique even more. Thanks to this fusion, his Source Bloodline ranks among the most potent for any bearer in the Black Dragon Clan. It's nearly like the Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body was crafted as the ideal container for the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline."

Max absorbed her words with close focus, dissecting each one.

Lucia went on, "Every power drawn from the Source Bloodline gets heightened for him. His command of black flames proves eerily exact. He shapes flames to the tiniest degree, tweaking their thickness and ferocity effortlessly. During Dragon Transformation, the aura change comes fluidly, practically instinctive, as if he's not shifting but unveiling his real essence. For those holding the Source Bloodline, his black flames count as the deadliest, rivaling only a few from the elder ranks."

Max eyed Zain again, now with sharper inspection.

Lucia tacked on, "Isabella holds the promise to overtake him, yet she's merely a Saintess in training. Her Imperial Bloodline hasn't completely stirred to life. The Imperial Bloodline wields boundless command when fully realized, but prior to that stirring, its might stays somewhat asleep."

She turned her view back to Max.

"Just once her Imperial Bloodline emerges in full will she gain the power to outstrip Zain Heron. And at that point, the difference won't be minor. It'll be crushing. But in the current setup, Zain Heron holds the edge."

Max's mind wove into deeper folds.

One held Isabella Lumin, carrier of the Imperial Bloodline, an emblem of coming glory whose genuine might awaited revelation. The other featured Zain Heron, a prodigy whose divine physique and refined Source Bloodline had already hit a daunting peak.

If Lucia spoke true, the Path to Eternal Flames would turn into a field not of direct clashes, but of quiet rivalry. The annals carved in the Black Dragon Palace's legacy would either stand firm or get overhauled this day.

Max's eyes rested on the golden path for a short while longer.

The warmth pouring from it seemed almost anticipatory, like it hungered for a fitting challenger.

Who that might be—Isabella, Zain, or an unexpected figure—still hung in the balance.

But one fact stood undeniable.

This trial would prove far from commonplace.