Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1475 Trial Continues!

Watching everything unfold, Mathew Grimes stood up from his spot beside the seven family heads and approached Grand Elder Waller, bending in to whisper his directives in a hushed tone that stayed private between just the pair.

Their exchange was quick yet effective.

Straightening up, Mathew pivoted to address the entire assembly, projecting his announcement to echo through every part of the trial grounds. 'The trial proceeds from this point,' he declared, before heading back to his position.

With that statement, the vibe among the disciples shifted right away and noticeably. The murmurs and furtive looks that had spread since the star shuttle brought its trio of arrivals halted as the participants adopted the intense and solemn posture fitting the event, redirecting their focus to the Combat Legion Tower and the challenge lurking inside.

Soon, Grand Elder Waller's words cut in. 'No rules govern the Combat Legion Tower,' he started. 'It consists of one hundred levels altogether, each holding a fight for any disciple who steps in. The topmost floor reached by any of our clan's disciples was the ninety-first, though that one failed to beat the foe on that level. That mark remains the peak any Black Dragon Clan member has attained in this structure.'

Joe took in this detail with a brief scoff and a gradual nod of negation. 'Hmm? Just the ninety-first floor?' The scorn in his tone flowed leisurely and thoroughly. 'I remember the top genius from our Violet Star Palace made it to the ninety-eighth. Only the last two levels stayed unconquered.'

The seven family heads took this in, their faces unable to fully hide the astonishment rippling through. Ninety-eight levels reshaped all they believed about the ceilings possible in such a tower.

Climbing to the tower's peak wasn't merely about skill or grit; it hinged on the strict limits of cultivation. For cultivators past the Rebirth Realm, hitting the hundredth floor posed a distinct trial, tough yet within the scope of documented feats.

Yet at the Rebirth Realm, things stood utterly apart, as history from both the Black Dragon Clan and Violet Star Palace confirmed—no disciple at that stage had ever scaled to the tower's top, the 100th floor.

In that context, hearing Violet Star Palace disciples had reached the ninety-eighth carried weight enough to justify the subtle shock etching onto the seven family heads' features without fanfare.

Now they grasped the real divide between their group and Violet Star Palace, among the mightiest 3rd rate powers in the Divine Realm.

'I declare the third trial commences!' Grand Elder Waller's proclamation boomed over the trial area with the commanding presence of a veteran overseer of such rituals.

The call rippled through the disciples like a pebble into a pond, sparking instant and natural reactions as many rolled their arms and stretched their bodies, shedding the inertia of anticipation and centering their minds for the ordeals the Combat Legion Tower promised.

Grand Elder Waller added a straightforward note next, needing no second thought. 'Max Morgan, having claimed the top spot on the Path to Eternal Flames, enters the Combat Legion Tower first.'

The logic was straightforward, setting a clear sequence, and at his words, Max advanced from the disciple crowd with poised and relaxed demeanor, like one who'd reconciled with the task ahead.

That's when Lady Virelia chimed in. 'Avoid overexerting yourself,' she advised, her plain words laced with deep affection. 'Injuries can happen within the Combat Legion Tower, so if you hit a limit where continuing feels impossible, say 'I admit defeat' and you'll be safely transported out.'

'I'll remember that,' Max replied, giving Lady Virelia a firm nod that echoed her heartfelt worry.

His response rang true, fully intended, yet underneath flowed a subtler, more personal thread of determination—the silent assurance of one resolved to pour all their effort in, no matter the outcome.

Joe observed the scene from his divine essence seat with casual, evaluating interest, but once his gaze fixed on Max and his senses picked up the cultivation reality, that casualness shifted to sharper intensity.

'Hahaha...'

Laughter burst from him, not wholly mocking but utterly open in its astonishment, the instinctive burst from someone blindsided in an unexpected manner.

'Are you serious?' he asked, mirth still lacing his speech as he eyed Max with a look blending fun and skepticism. 'This boy possesses only third level Rebirth Realm power, yet he's tackling the combat tower?'

The query floated toward no one in particular, voiced with the uncertainty of judging if the sight was daring or ridiculous.

He glanced at the seven family heads, relaxed as if expecting a reply he'd enjoy debating, perhaps a justification to counter.

Instead, he got only faint grins.

Just the Black Dragon Clan truly knew Max's core, the extraordinary blend of gift and perseverance in that youth whose cultivation appeared so modest at first glance.

But buried deep inside him dwells the real prodigy beast.

Victor Veron broke beyond a grin to add more. 'Elder Joe, Max counts as a genius too,' he noted, his voice light yet confident, more observation than brag. 'I trust he'll perform solidly in the combat tower.'

Joe met this with a squint, sharpening his focus back on the youth poised at the tower's entrance.

'I'd expect no less,' he conceded after a pause, his words measured and thoughtful now. 'I can't picture the Sword Sovereign's sword going to some worthless pupil.'