Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1469 Rewards!

"You did good."

Warmth laced Lady Virelia's words as she advanced, her graceful silhouette emerging in front of Max with an unhidden proud grin. Those eyes of hers, normally exuding composed and remote power, now gleamed with evident delight.

Max dipped his head in respect. "Thanks for the praise, Master."

His voice stayed even, but real appreciation colored his words. Though he'd pushed through the breakthrough on his own merit and with the Chaos Tree's strength, he knew full well that Lady Virelia's teachings and safeguards had been essential to his current assured position.

Once their short conversation wrapped up, Max sensed an odd shift.

Strangeness settled over the area beyond the second trial's barrier, with the earlier lively chatter dying into a thick hush. He raised his eyes a bit and paused briefly, noticing how all those gathered stared straight at him.

It wasn't only some pupils. It went beyond just the seniors from his group.

The whole crowd.

Pupils clustered together, their faces stripped of idle interest, replaced by glowing fervor that edged toward awe. A number seemed to have beheld a mythic event right in front of them.

Certain junior pupils even pulled their postures taut on reflex as his look swept over them, like facing a superior being.

The seniors showed similar restraint in their reactions, but clear endorsement marked their features. A handful directed nods his way, sporting vivid smiles uncommon on visages used to command and poise. No hint of apathy lingered in their stares; pure acknowledgment filled them.

'What happened?' Max pondered quietly what feat he'd pulled off to attract this intense focus.

To him, he'd just finished the second trial and picked up two levels thanks to a chance from the Twenty First Layer. It felt like grasping the opportunity and leveraging the Chaos Tree's special edge. He hadn't viewed it as something deserving this level of awe.

Max remained oblivious to the real weight of his accomplishment.

In the Path to Eternal Flames, outer pupils had always faced crushing force. The top layer any outer pupil had attained was the Eleventh Layer, marked as a rare standout in sect annals. Most had to pull back way sooner, overwhelmed by the mounting intense fires and spirit thickness.

Max had gone far past that barrier.

He'd more than doubled it.

He'd entered the Twenty First Layer.

Had he grasped the full scope of this, he'd get why pupils gazed at him with sparkling looks and why seniors nodded so freely with pleasure. In their view, he transcended a mere talented outer pupil. He'd broken through a longstanding limit unchallenged for ages.

Lady Virelia noted his mild bewilderment and let her grin widen just a touch. She skipped explaining the cause of all those stares on him. She figured the truth would dawn on him soon enough.

At present, Max just lingered under the full scrutiny of the gathering, clueless that his name had etched into the Path to Eternal Flames' legacy.

Yet, while Max still grappled with the intensity of the looks fixed on him, fresh unrest stirred the square, making the air turn even graver.

A potent but controlled presence dropped from the sky, bearing the might of a clan peak figure. The throng naturally split apart as a lofty form strode ahead with deliberate paces, his attire displaying the clear Grimes Family emblem.

"Max Morgan."

The tone stayed serene, but it echoed sharply over the whole square without effort.

Max snapped to attention and offered a deep bow. Mathew Grimes, leader of the Grimes Family, loomed before him. His stature even outranked many seniors in influence.

Mathew's eyes locked onto Max without wavering, openly showing his endorsement. "Your showing in the second trial topped all outer hall pupils' efforts."

Soft whispers rippled across the assembly at that declaration.

Mathew pressed on smoothly. "For this, two distinctions await you as reward."

The hush intensified.

"First, the rank of true disciple falls to you. When this grand trial wraps, you'll step into true disciple status within our Black Dragon Clan."

The declaration crashed like lightning.

For an instant, reactions stalled, as if brains required seconds to absorb the reveal. Then, the quiet shattered.

Pupils gawked at Max, faces cycling from stun to doubt before erupting into bare envy. Gaining true disciple rank was the long-held aspiration for innumerable outer hall pupils.

Many poured years into climbing levels, battling hard in tests and tasks for mere notice. True disciple status wasn't just a label. It unlocked elite supplies, personal mentoring from top seniors, and a rank towering over regular pupils.

And here, amid the grand trial, prior to the last phase kicking off, Max received that elevation.

Just three true disciple spots existed this round, and one went straight to Max.

Mathew's delivery stayed steady for the next boon. "Second, access to the Black Dragon Clan's ancestral chamber opens for you, letting you select any cultivation inheritances you desire."

That pronouncement sparked a fiercer uproar.

A few pupils couldn't hold back their jaw clenches. The ancestral chamber held holy ground with the Black Dragon Clan's amassed core arts and legacies across eras. Entry came only to those with major deeds or pure lineage ties. Not even every core hall pupil had crossed its threshold.

A junior pupil muttered softly, "The ancestral chamber… he gets to pick any inheritance he likes."

A different pupil balled his hands but managed a stiff nod. "He earned it. Nobody's hit the Twenty First Layer till now."

A senior among the watchers murmured to his neighbor. "Awarding true disciple rank mid-trial highlights the family leaders' regard for him."

His companion replied with consideration. "This isn't bias. It's necessity. Such a record-breaker at this stage defies normal handling."

Truly, though envy simmered in numerous stares, grudging accord emerged too. Max's Path to Eternal Flames records stood unbreakable. His grand trial feats since the start weren't flukes. They built a streak of superiority crying out for acclaim.

The family leaders saw clearly.

They knew prodigies like him surfaced rarely. When one did, delay risked failing to secure that genius to the clan's heart.

Max remained still as the proclamation rang through his thoughts. He'd never expected rewards this swift. True disciple after the trial made sense, but proclaiming it publicly before the end? That caught him off guard.

He inclined in respect to Mathew Grimes. "I will not disappoint the clan."

Calm resolve filled his words, free of conceit.

Disciples nearby watched with tangled feelings, but none risked contesting the call. Inwardly, they grasped that only one who'd exceeded outer hall bounds, venturing where no outer pupil had trod, warranted this groundbreaking honor.

Right then, the point hit home for all there.

Max Morgan outgrew his role as a mere ascending outer pupil.

He'd gained official designation as a coming mainstay of the Black Dragon Clan.