Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1370 Four Tiers of Disciples

Upon exiting the room, Max spotted a young man waiting close by, who looked to be in his early thirties and wore plain but elegant robes that hinted at the quiet prestige of Black Dragon Palace disciples.

"You must be Junior Brother Max," the young man remarked with a warm grin, reaching out his hand. "I'm Carl Grims."

"Senior Brother Carl, pleased to meet you," Max responded with a grin, grasping Carl's hand firmly. The instant their hands touched, Max sensed a subtle yet undeniable threat, a silent force that awakened his senses. Similar to numerous individuals he'd met since entering the Divine Realm, Max couldn't gauge Carl's cultivation level whatsoever. Yet, distinct from the rest, Carl exuded a controlled edge that convinced Max his power surpassed the sixth level of the Rebirth Realm by a wide margin.

"Junior Brother, I've heard plenty about you," Carl stated as he pivoted and started moving, gesturing for Max to trail him to the Thirty Third Hall. "You rose up as a mortal and triumphed over the Grim Gladiator at just the sixth level of Divine Rank. That feat made your reputation blaze through like a raging fire, even touching the seven major families in the Black Dragon Palace."

He went on in a composed manner, "Actually, they debated which family would claim you. The Grims Family and the Heron Family led the charge. Ultimately, you ended up aligned with the Grims Family."

Max gave a slight nod while taking it all in. He was well aware that no matter the result, he wouldn't have picked any family besides the Grims, particularly after the events in the Divine Colosseum.

"Senior Brother Carl," Max inquired after pausing to think, "could you explain more about the Thirty Six Halls in the Black Dragon Palace?"

Carl shot him a subtle smile and inclined his head. "The Black Dragon Palace splits into Thirty Six Halls, with disciples ranked in four levels throughout them. Outer disciples occupy the bottom tier, their cultivation staying in the Rebirth Realm. They serve as the palace's base, though their share of resources remains quite scarce."

He pressed on without falter, "Next up are inner disciples, those who've attained the Law Awakening Realm. They receive greater benefits and count as key resources, yet they're distant from the palace's heart. Then there are core disciples, entering the Law Refinement Realm. Starting here, a disciple starts accessing the true wealth of resources, legacies, and safeguards from the Black Dragon Palace."

Carl's face turned graver as he wrapped up, "Crowning them all are true disciples, at the Law Manifestation Realm. These represent the palace's elite prodigies, handled like budding supports for the future. As far as I know, fewer than one hundred true disciples exist in the Black Dragon Palace. They're exceptionally scarce, and each one stands as a powerhouse able to dominate their era."

Max took in every detail as he heard it out. The Black Dragon Palace's setup proved far stricter and more cutthroat than he'd pictured, driving home a stark truth. Here, strength wasn't merely vital. It defined everything.

While their conversation flowed, the enormous shape of the Thirty Third Hall loomed ahead. It defied Max's expectations entirely. Far from a lone structure or basic chamber, the Thirty Third Hall sprawled like an ancient metropolis all its own, covering immense territory.

Buildings of stark black stone and muted bronze tones rose beside cutting-edge edifices that throbbed softly with Divine Essence. Broad avenues linked soaring halls, practice arenas, archives, and living quarters, blending the timeless with the strikingly modern in an odd balance.

In Max's eyes, it resembled a city shaped across endless ages, holding fast to its origins even as it drew in fresh aspects from the Divine Realm.

Carl guided Max further into the Thirty Third Hall, aiming for the spot where fresh disciples registered and claimed their positions. During the stroll, Max sensed the thick Divine Essence sharpening, as if the earth underfoot had been forged by ages of mighty cultivators.

Along the path, a handful of disciples came their way. Four made up the bunch, two females and two males, all clad in the usual Thirty Third Hall attire. One woman advanced, her stare keen and assured.

"Carl, what's brought you here?" she questioned. Known as Laura, her tone held a steady command that marked her as more than a typical outer disciple.

Max eyed the group with care. Like with Carl, he couldn't pierce any of their cultivation depths. But unlike the rest, Laura sparked that same faint peril in him as Carl, a subdued force signaling vast power veiled by calm. The remaining three seemed average by contrast, at least according to Max's gut.

"This is the new recruit, Max," Carl announced, presenting him. "I'm escorting him to register at the Thirty Third Hall."

"He your servant or something?" one guy queried outright. George by name, his words dripped with a hint of scorn.

"Given his power level, yeah, he's gotta be a servant," the other guy, Sam, chimed in with a chuckle, plainly doubting Max amounted to more.

Laura stayed out of their jesting, though. Her face hardened as Max's name clicked for her. She'd caught wind of it before, murmured on ascension worlds and debated in low voices. The mortal who'd bested the Grim Gladiator. That thought shifted her view of Max, her eyes narrowing with keen intent.

"Let's head out," Laura declared after a short beat, her curiosity obviously stirred. "I'll tag along to the Reporting Hall with you, Carl."

Carl agreed with a nod, welcoming her without delay, and the trio pushed on to their goal. Trailing them, George and Sam shared looks, their prior contempt giving way to intrigue. After a brief waver, they tagged behind too, keen to uncover just what sort of disciple Max really was.

Venturing further into the Thirty Third Hall, Max grasped it sharper than before. This wasn't merely a section of the Black Dragon Palace. It stood as an arena of rivalries, drawing hordes of gifted souls all battling to climb higher, where solely the mightiest would etch their legacy deep.