Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1471 Intervention!

The towering structure ascended far into the heavens, its exterior hewn from shadowy rock etched with myriad subtle designs worn by ages past. It appeared timeless in its antiquity, as if it had observed countless epochs rise and fall indifferent to the flow of time. Devoid of vibrant ornaments or ostentatious emblems, its unadorned form exuded a commanding aura nonetheless.

From afar, the emanation it projected was profoundly vast.

Unlike the turbulent force of the Path to Eternal Flames or the stifling might of a cultivation domain, this sensation conveyed discipline and precision, akin to the steadfast formations of an unseen legion poised in readiness inside its confines.

The atmosphere nearby felt denser, and a subtle tremor hummed underfoot, suggesting the edifice itself pulsed with life.

Certain disciples found their breaths quickening as they gazed upon it.

Grand Elder Waller let the quiet stretch a moment longer before resuming his discourse.

"Within the Combat Legion Tower, projections of fighters drawn from ancient war archives preserved in the relic await you. Triumphs propel you higher. Losses conclude your challenge."

His eyes sharpened a fraction.

"No outside meddling. No aid. No easy paths. The tower assesses your fighting prowess with brutal honesty."

His declaration hung heavily across the square.

To the disciples, the concluding test transformed from a vague idea into a tangible reality, manifesting as this lofty, steadfast monolith that emanated reverence. The Hundred Battles Trial offered no arena for singular feats alone. It was an unforgiving series meant to expose those capable of withstanding prolonged strife.

Max directed his steady regard toward the Combat Legion Tower. The venerable edifice failed to daunt him. Rather, it ignited a inner stir, a subdued eagerness. In contrast to the Path to Eternal Flames' trial of resilience against elemental fury, this spire vowed head-on clashes.

Combat.

Unrelenting combat.

The ultimate phase of the majestic ordeal unveiled itself, with the imposing relic standing mute, poised for the initial contestant to advance.

"Achieving a hundred straight victories… this looks intriguing," Max whispered to himself, his stare locked on the imposing outline of the Combat Legion Tower.

A subtle gleam of excitement danced in his eyes.

Just lately had he grasped and acquired multiple fresh inheritance methods.

Though he had honed them and sensed their potency, real fights remained untested. Practice with phantoms or mock foes could never mimic the intensity of successive engagements where each choice spelled life or progress.

Beyond a mere measure of might, the Hundred Battles Trial served as a platform to validate techniques or uncover weaknesses.

Furthermore, post his ascent to the Rebirth Realm, no adversary had truly taxed him to the brink. His progress through the Path to Eternal Flames pitted him against strain and vital forces, not direct contests of intent and prowess.

The Combat Legion Tower offered a novel essence. It heralded clashes. It heralded enduring warfare that would assay not just his strength but his stamina and strategic acumen.

Max felt this ordeal could unlock his peak potential.

As eagerness swelled among the disciples, Grand Elder Waller lifted his hand a touch and declared, "Let us proceed without further postponement and st—"

His words halted suddenly.

The alteration was understated yet swift. Grand Elder Waller's features altered as he raised his sight to the firmament. The poised command in his bearing gave way to keen vigilance.

The seven family heads, serene in their seats until that instant, simultaneously glanced skyward. Their countenances turned grave, their spirit awareness probing freely.

"Who dares meddle in our grand trial?" Garry Heron uttered, his face clouding as his presence swelled with leashed aggression.

Cyrus was no commonplace world. It stood as the holiest domain of the Black Dragon Clan in the Verdant Sky Star Realm. Rigorous barriers encircled it, and access was vigilantly overseen. No faction would near it lightly, least of all amid a grand trial showcasing the clan's youth.

Such an intruding craft's arrival at this juncture warranted scrutiny.

Victor Veron squinted as he directed his awareness to the far reaches. "They might not be foes," he noted with careful reserve. "Hostile intent would bring no lone star shuttle. Fleets would encircle us by now."

Almost echoing his statement, a distant sparkle emerged overhead. A streamlined star shuttle sliced the air, gliding purposefully down to Cyrus. Though smaller than armada ships, its build gleamed with elegance and prestige.

Henry Lumin fixed his gaze on the nearing vehicle, his forehead creasing gradually. "That star shuttle," he breathed as dawning knowledge lit his expression.

The remaining family heads promptly shifted focus to him.

"You know it?" Mathew Grimes inquired gravely.

Henry Lumin paused momentarily before replying. "I'm not entirely sure, but I recall that pattern. If my recollection holds, that star shuttle hails from the Violet Star Palace."

"Violet Star Palace?" Mathew echoed, his visage relaxing a bit at the mention. The edge in his aura eased, if not fully. "What brings them here, especially now during our ongoing grand trials?"

Victor Veron breathed out steadily, his eyes unblinking on the lowering craft. "Answers will come shortly."

On the ground, disciples started whispering too, their focus split between the Combat Legion Tower and the skyborne arrival. The hallowed vibe of the testing site had turned denser, laced with intrigue and tempered wariness.

In short order, the star shuttle breached the last veil of clouds and angled toward Cyrus. It advanced without haste. Its path remained deliberate and accurate, settling nearby the gathered throng.

The thrusters quieted, ushering in hush.

Every gaze riveted upon it.

The grand trial teetered on the cusp of its last phase, but an unforeseen element had intruded, leaving even the Black Dragon Clan's mightiest elders observing with intense gravity.