Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1399 Testing the New Inheritance Technique!
Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...
"True disciple?" Max inquired, curiosity flickering across his eyes. "I believed the Black Dragon Palace merely featured outer disciples, inner disciples, and core disciples. So, what precisely define true disciples?"
Lady Virelia regarded him with steady composure, evidently anticipating the query. "True Disciples stand as the mightiest and most prized pupils within the Black Dragon Palace," she clarified in an even voice. "Resources from the Palace itself or the broader Black Dragon Clan get directed entirely toward fostering their cultivation and advancement. These individuals receive treatment beyond that of typical disciples, positioned instead as the clan's prospective mainstays."
Her words flowed on, laced with subtle command. "In major tournaments, vast competitions, or clashes across star realms, solely true disciples step forward to embody the Black Dragon Palace. They bear the clan's prestige, standing, and destiny upon their backs. From this detail, the weight we attach to true disciples becomes evident."
The significance settled over Max, prompting a gradual nod. True Disciples transcended simple superior pupils; they emerged as meticulously groomed figures poised to lead at the Divine Realm's vanguard. As the Black Dragon Palace's supreme prodigies, these talents could rival top youths from other third-rate star realms and even vie against numerous elites from second-rate ones. Gaining true disciple status meant earning designation as a core foundation of the Black Dragon Palace.
"Very well, I've shared all the essentials," Lady Virelia stated serenely, concluding their exchange. "The Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial commences in one month. This interval should allow you to reach the Rebirth Realm. Upon achieving that, concentrate on solidifying your power there before awaiting the trial's start."
Max nodded once more, determination etched in his expression.
"You may leave now," Lady Virelia declared.
Max rose with respect and departed her chamber, his stride firm while thoughts shifted to the upcoming month of training and readiness.
Guided by Carl, Max made his way back to the Thirty Third Hall and reached his personal lodging shortly. After voicing gratitude to Senior Brother Carl, he shut the entrance and entered the adjoining training room, where sturdy portals blocked out external disturbances.
Within the training space, Max paused briefly, regulating his breaths until his mind cleared of stray notions. Once tranquility fully enveloped his thoughts, he shut his eyes and whispered gently. "Now, it's time to experiment with the fresh inheritance method I acquired from the Dimension of Lightning's Inheritance Chamber."
He drew in a profound breath, and instantly, vivid blue lightning erupted around his frame. Fierce bolts of the lightning burst forth wildly, snapping through the atmosphere and bathing the room in a radiant electric sheen.
Differing from prior attempts, Max restrained the lightning from scattering unbound. Rather, he projected his intent and summoned each thread of blue lightning back to his form. The energy complied swiftly, coiling and merging as it amassed ahead of him, resembling a tempest reined into one focal spot.
Max initiated the condensing procedure.
The enormous volume of blue lightning contracted relentlessly, diminishing in size while internal strain mounted. The snapping intensified to a fiercer pitch, the noise evolving from booming rumbles to a shrill, penetrating whine that echoed off the room's barriers.
Max pressed the compression further, compelling the lightning to coil upon itself, stacking its ruinous force more compactly with each fold. The radiance sharpened to an eye-searing glare as the lightning densified, its potent essence now confined rather than scattered, held in a progressively tighter confines.
He applied another layer of compression.
The lightning cluster reduced even more, its inner tension escalating to alarming heights. The surrounding atmosphere warped noticeably, quivering and flexing as though struggling to withstand the weight of such packed vigor.
Max's mastery stayed unyielding as he sculpted the contour, tapering it gradually until the former sprawling lightning gale reshaped into a slim, extended structure.
Then came one final compression.
Gone was the disordered lightning heap; in its place hovered a lone, needle-like artifact of unadulterated blue lightning. Slender and exact, it floated motionless before Max, though the crammed energy inside exuded an oppressive aura.
The lightning needle's exterior gleamed with a keen, icy luster, while subtle waves of ruinous might seeped out despite Max's vigilant hold.
This azure lightning needle brimmed with lethal potency. Its every segment brimmed with squeezed lightning, honed to a pinnacle verging on the inconceivable. Max sensed it distinctly.
Should this needle launch unchecked, it would slice through protections effortlessly, burrowing past skin, skeleton, force fields, and dimensional veils with relentless drive. The force it harbored shifted from bursting impact to pure, pinpoint devastation via breaching.
Max's eyes parted, fixing on the suspended lightning needle. A subtle threat emanated from it, signaling to him that this move demanded utmost caution.
The room appeared to shy away, light burn traces forming on the fortified surfaces from errant lightning flickers off the needle. Crafted wholly from squeezing and dominance, it captured deadliness at its essence.
"This holds real peril," Max uttered softly, a trace of approval coloring his tone. He envisioned vividly the result of deploying this lightning needle amid combat. Versus typical foes, it wouldn't just harm or contain; it would conclude matters with one fatal thrust.
"Yet, I'm far from finished," Max remarked with a subtle grin as crimson lightning sparked around his figure, its nature far wilder and more commanding than the blue variant he had just refined.