Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1491 Rushing through the 90s Floors!

Upon returning to planet Cyrus, the moment the projection showed Empress Luna vanishing, the air outside the Combat Legion Tower buzzed with thrill. The elders and seven family heads, who had observed the fight with strained faces, rose to their feet nearly simultaneously.

Disbelief and joy sparkled in their gazes as they stared at Max's composed image in the arena.

Over centuries, the Combat Legion Tower served as a vital treasure for the Black Dragon Clan. Countless disciples had ventured inside to challenge their might and reveal their promise.

Still, the ninety-first floor stood as an impassable barrier for the clan. Regardless of the disciples' gifts, not one had triumphed over the guardian of that stage.

This made the ninety-first floor a haunting emblem in the thoughts of elders and family heads alike. It symbolized a boundary the clan could never cross.

But that boundary shattered at last.

Max overcame the ninety-first floor's guardian and advanced to the ninety-second floor. In the Black Dragon Clan's vast history, this marked the first time a disciple pierced that wall.

Excitement pumped through Mathew Grimes's veins as he gripped his fists hard. His eyes gleamed while fixed on the projection of Max.

From the day Max entered the clan, astonishing happenings unfolded one after another. Initially, many questioned him. Some thought pinning hopes on one disciple was foolish. But Max kept disproving the skeptics repeatedly.

Mathew recalled vividly the occasion when Violet Star Palace consented to an exchange with their clan. As a top third-rate power in the Divine Realm, Violet Star Palace outshone the Black Dragon Clan, long seen as the feeblest third-rate group. Such a chance rarely came their way.

But it occurred anyway.

The cause was straightforward.

Everything hinged on their wager on Max.

As Mathew's eyes stayed locked on the youth in the tower, a dawning insight took shape in his thoughts.

'Max could prove more crucial than our clan's Saintess.'

This idea was daring, but the deeper he pondered, the more convinced he became. Max's aptitude, his fearsome fighting prowess, and the changes he sparked in the clan demanded attention.

Mathew looked at the other family heads and instantly knew they shared his view. Their grave looks showed they grasped Max's role in the clan's destiny.

Nearby, Isabella and Zain watched the projection in quiet tension.

Their fists were squeezed so firm that blood trickled from their palms. Faces taut, their feelings mixed in complexity.

Accepting Max's conquest of the ninety-first floor wasn't the issue.

A deeper worry gnawed at them.

The divide between them and Max stretched wider than they ever dreamed. His journey soared to peaks they could scarcely glimpse.

Isabella, the upcoming Saintess of the Black Dragon Clan, boasted the mightiest Imperial Bloodline in the group, endowing her with talent superior to most clan disciples.

Zain ranked as no mere prodigy. His Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body divine physique synced flawlessly with the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline. Of all clan disciples, his match to that bloodline was deemed flawless.

Even with their exceptional gifts, a somber truth settled in their cores.

Surpassing Max might lie forever out of reach.

Standing shoulder-to-shoulder with him as peers could elude them too.

"Haha, I knew it," Joe chuckled, gaze on the projection. Max's swift victory over Empress Luna evidently thrilled him. "Let's watch how he fares on the remaining levels."

At Joe's words, the seven family heads turned their focus back to the projections. Their prior joy dimmed into eager watchfulness, keen to witness Max's next feats in the tower.

Max wasted no time after conquering the ninety-first floor either.

As the ninety-second floor's guardian formed before him, the clash ignited without a word.

This fresh foe exuded an aura marginally more potent than Empress Luna's remnant. His vibe weighed down the arena with intense strain, and his weapon pulsed with thick energy hinting at his profound cultivation.

Being above the ninety-first floor, this guardian outmatched Empress Luna naturally. His blows raged fiercely, his command of skills sharp. Every assault bore massive impact, rattling the field and sending energy ripples across the space.

Yet this edge over Empress Luna posed no real challenge to Max.

Max battled with poise and resolve. The might he unleashed on Empress Luna persisted here. In brief moments, he dominated the guardian via greater agility and mastery. The foe's strikes couldn't repel him, and the fight wrapped up quickly as Max triumphed with ease.

After securing the ninety-second floor, Max moved on to the ninety-third.

The ninety-third floor's guardian emerged shortly. His aura thrummed with power, his stance echoing a battle-hardened veteran's command. He lunged at Max with brutal, ruinous moves at full might.

But the outcome stayed unchanged.

Max confronted the guardian steadily and vanquished him with little effort.

The ninety-fourth floor's skirmish played out much the same. The rival wielded dreadful power and hurled mighty skills right away. Still, Max broke down his assaults step by step before claiming a clear win.

Next came the ninety-fifth floor.

The ninety-sixth floor came after.

Then the ninety-seventh floor arrived.

Across these stages, each guardian surpassed the prior in strength. Their methods delved deeper, their fight senses keener. The tower's weight intensified per level.

Still, none halted Max's momentum.

With steadfast assurance, he pressed onward through the levels. Fights concluded quicker each time, his tower trek unyielding.

Only on reaching the ninety-eighth floor did the vibe shift.

Beyond the tower, viewers of his steady climb drew a sharp breath at last.

For the first instance since tackling the nineties, the tower held back on summoning the next foe.

The Combat Legion Tower hesitated, as energy coalesced gradually in the arena. Forming the ninety-eighth floor's guardian dragged on far longer than for the prior ninety levels.

All observers of the projection knew the implication.

The ninety-eighth floor's rival would stand apart.