Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1372 Trial of the Weapons!

While Elder Soren guided Max and the rest further into the Treasure Hall, his steady voice resounded across the expansive space. "Based on your token, you can select three items here. One weapon, one cultivation art, and one battle art," he explained without turning around, as if repeating lines etched deeply in his mind from years past.

In a deliberate manner, he went on, "To clarify, every weapon and technique in the Black Dragon Palace falls into three primary tiers. These include Saint Tier, Divine Tier, and Immortal Tier. Within each tier, there are low, middle, and high grades. For instance, a Saint Tier weapon of middle quality gets called a Middle Saint Tier weapon. Cultivation arts and battle arts follow the exact same rule."

Max paid close attention, etching each detail firmly in his thoughts. After a brief pause, he inquired, "Which tier of weapons and techniques can I pick?"

At last, Elder Soren turned his gaze toward him and let a subtle smile form. "It all comes down to you."

"To me?" Max echoed quietly, his interest growing stronger as he puzzled over the implication of that statement.

Before long, they entered a massive chamber that made the earlier areas of the Treasure Hall seem tiny by comparison. As soon as Max crossed the threshold, his breathing grew shallow without him realizing it. The atmosphere in this place carried a holy and weighty essence, like eons of gathered might slumbered peacefully in its confines. This grand hall split into two enormous areas.

In one section, a multitude of weapons drifted motionlessly in mid-air, each held aloft by unseen energies, emanating its distinct aura. Swords, spears, sabers, halberds, and myriad other armaments lingered there, some serene and subdued, others fierce and commanding, their sheer existence sufficient to weigh down lesser cultivators.

In the other section, numerous slim volumes were encased in glowing blue light cubes that shimmered softly. Every cube throbbed lightly, safeguarding what lay within while permitting a subtle aura to seep through. The atmosphere near that area shifted, becoming deeper and more insightful, as though every tome held not merely text, but the essence of an individual's lifelong insights and battles.

"Various ways exist to obtain weapons and techniques in this hall," Elder Soren stated as he halted in the middle and pivoted to confront Max, his gaze sparkling with mild curiosity.

Next, he fixed his eyes on Max and posed, "Now, what would you like to select first?"

"I want a weapon first," Max replied with a slight grin. In his clash with Mark, his sinister sword had neared its breaking point perilously, particularly when he tapped into even a sliver of his Cosmic Path.

He understood perfectly that pressing on in the Divine Realm using a mortal world's armament would merely hinder his progress.

'From what I observe, that sword ought to rank as a low saint tier weapon.' Max mused steadily.

"Feel free to pick any weapon that catches your eye," Elder Soren encouraged with an uncommon grin, motioning toward the weapons area in the hall.

A vast array of weapons hovered quietly in the air in front of Max, each exuding its individual essence. Swords, spears, sabers, and endless unusual armaments crammed the expanse like a hovering sea of metal and heavenly substances.

Max soon spotted that the most formidable ones stayed far from the floor. The greater the height a weapon ascended to, the more intense and burdensome its aura grew, as if the very atmosphere strained under their weight.

"Junior Brother Max, weapons that float higher possess greater strength," Carl whispered from nearby. "Yet, securing one relies completely on your ability. If you manage to grasp it firmly, it's yours."

"Is it really that straightforward?" Max questioned, his eyes narrowing a touch.

Laura gave a gentle laugh before responding. "It's far from as easy as it seems. Why don't you move under the weapons and experience it yourself?"

Max agreed with a nod and advanced until he positioned himself right below the suspended weapons. The instant his foot met the ground in that region, an immense force bore down on him. Unseen yet overpowering, it felt like a colossal burden had abruptly settled on his frame.

The atmosphere thickened, and inhaling became labored. Max grasped right away that this represented the real challenge. The weapons weren't merely drifting idly. They challenged anyone bold enough to draw near.

As the force seeped into his form, Max stayed composed and shifted his footing. "Elder Soren," he queried calmly, "how many attempts do I get here?"

"Just one," Elder Soren answered with a grin tinged with expectation. "You can try for any weapon you desire, but only a single try is allowed. What you successfully seize in your grip becomes your possession."

Max inclined his head, then followed up with another query, a casual smile on his lips. "And I can claim any weapon in this hall, no matter the tier, provided I can grasp it?"

"Naturally," Elder Soren confirmed promptly. "That's the core of the weapon trial. Power, determination, and harmony determine the outcome."

Max raised his gaze skyward. His focus didn't stray much. Ever since entering the hall, one particular sword at the pinnacle had captured his notice. It gleamed with a dazzling golden glow, its brilliance distinct from the rest.

This sword hovered above all others, almost brushing the ceiling, and the aura it released was so thick that it warped the nearby space faintly.

Max sensed it at once. This blade was no common piece. It bore an essence that vibrated strongly within him, like it awaited a destined wielder instead of just lying dormant. With the liberty to select any armament he could seize, he saw no point in choosing anything short of the finest in the Treasure Hall.

Keeping his stare locked on the golden sword overhead, Max drew in a deep breath gradually and braced to grasp for it.