Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1446 Proud Moment for Black Dragon Clan!
Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...
The clear laughter of Seraphina Vale echoed over the low voices of the crowd. "Haha, I knew Isabella would make it to the tenth layer," she declared, her eyes gleaming with pure delight. Out of all the elders gathered there, she seemed the most joyful. The pride shining on her features was impossible to miss. Much like how Lady Virelia had mentored Max through the months in the Divine Realm, Seraphina had supervised Isabella's cultivation and progress. She had seen every advancement, every hardship, every instance of uncertainty that Isabella pushed past. Witnessing her now positioned in the tenth layer of the Path to Eternal Flames went beyond a simple display for others. It stemmed from long years of instruction and faith. Seraphina crossed her arms gently while observing Isabella withstand the intense force of the tenth layer. "She won't let us down," she stated with assurance. Nearby, the elders kept watching the screens with fresh vigor. Zain's position in the eleventh layer and Isabella's in the tenth had pushed this trial far beyond what anyone anticipated. From the opposite side of the observation area, the heads of the Seven Families watched the events unfold with calm faces. Satisfaction filled them, but not every one felt entirely pleased. A soft sigh escaped Henry Lumin as he observed Isabella steadying herself in the tenth layer. His eyes stayed on her form, catching the slight shake in her aura and the obvious tension in her stance. "It looks like she's pushed herself to the limit just to get to the tenth layer," Henry remarked deliberately. "That leaves her with slim chances of entering the eleventh. I was hoping she'd achieve it." His voice held no blame for Isabella. Instead, it reflected the irritation of a family leader eager for his clan's promising talent to shatter even higher limits. Victor Veron faced him with a subtle grin.
"Don't feel so low, Henry," Victor advised evenly. "Achieving the tenth layer in the Path to Eternal Flames is a remarkable feat. Plenty of gifted disciples can't even get close. You ought to brim with pride." He waved his hand casually at the display screen. "Besides, as the Saintess in training, her accomplishments ahead will definitely outshine today's." Lilith Carol nodded faintly before sharing her view. "Isabella hasn't unlocked her full capabilities yet," she noted reflectively. "Once her Imperial Bloodline fully matures, she won't look like the one before us. Then, she'll turn into a real powerhouse among prodigies. Even those from top-tier factions will struggle to match her." Her statement wasn't overblown flattery. It came from a calm belief in the strength of the Imperial Bloodline. Matthew Grimes clasped his hands behind him and addressed them in a firm voice. "In the years ahead, the Black Dragon Clan will rely heavily on her," he affirmed. "She represents our clan's tomorrow. Henry, cherish that your family brought forth such an heir." Henry took in their comforting words and let a small smile form on his lips at last. The prior strain on his face softened a bit. "You're correct," he agreed with a dip of his head. "No matter if she hits the eleventh layer today or not, her base is already exceptional." In his heart, he recognized the validity of what they said. Isabella's showing had been impressive enough. Landing in the tenth layer ranked her with the elite youths of her age. Even more crucially, her Imperial Bloodline awakening had elevated the Lumin Family's standing in the clan. Prior to that, the Lumin Family held respect but lacked supremacy. These days, with Isabella as the Saintess in training, their power had surged. They ranked solidly in the top three families, trailing only the Grimes Family and the Heron Family. To Henry, this shift alone sparked profound pride. As he gazed again at Isabella holding firm amid the tenth layer's flames, his previous sigh shifted to silent contentment. "Hmm? Check out Max. He's made it to the eighth layer." This unexpected comment stirred the viewing platform, drawing eyes to a different projection screen. Up to then, almost all focus had locked on Zain in the eleventh layer and Isabella in the tenth. Amid that sharp concentration, Max had progressed silently, slipping past notice. The screen now showed Max beyond the seventh layer. He sat in a meditative pose at the heart of the eighth layer, encircled by flames that blazed with far greater intensity than earlier. The fire in that spot surged denser, and the flame laws hung thicker, twisting into a vortex around his steady form. Still, he looked composed, as if the raging blaze was merely a soft wind. A short hush fell as the elders absorbed the sight. They'd been so caught up in the thrilling battles of the higher levels that Max's full layer crossing had escaped their watch. "He's advancing consistently," Matthew Grimes observed with a slight grin, examining the screen intently. "It leaves me curious about his potential reach if he keeps this rhythm." His comment held reflective interest, not unchecked admiration. Right then, several elders who'd previously overlooked Max started scrutinizing him more. Reaching the eighth layer so discreetly highlighted steady determination. No flashy aura explosion or frantic power push had marked it. He'd just moved forward. A quiet wave of intrigue rippled through the Seven Family heads. Just how far could Max really push? "Hehe, I'd bet the eighth layer is his ceiling at best," Seraphina remarked with a thin smile, her glance drifting to Lady Virelia. Her words sounded casual, yet her look carried a pointed edge. "He's lingered so long pondering in the earlier layers. He can't hold a candle to Isabella." She meant to stir trouble with those words. Yet Lady Virelia didn't spare her a look. Her face stayed peaceful, gaze locked on the feed of Max unmoving in the fiery eighth layer. She offered no denial or response to Seraphina's jab. Seraphina let out a quiet huff at the indifference. "I'll watch your face when Max can't top Isabella," she whispered to herself, her grin growing a touch rigid.