Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1413 Three True Disciples Spots!

The moment those five silhouettes materialized high above, the bustling chatter that had echoed through the central plaza disappeared in an instant, as though a silent command had silenced it all. An oppressive quiet enveloped the vast assembly, with tens of thousands of disciples automatically catching their breaths while their eyes lifted skyward.

"Elders… those are the elders!"

"Every one of the five has arrived!"

"See, Elder Virelia's right there with them!"

Soft murmurs erupted in reverent whispers, laced with wonder and astonishment, only to fade swiftly beneath the overwhelming aura of the five presences. These individuals were the five elders of the Thirty Third Hall, figures who towered far beyond the reach of regular disciples.

Max's eyes paused momentarily on Elder Virelia, positioned steadily within the lineup, her face as serene as always. Next to her hovered another woman elder, with the other three being men elders, all exuding a commanding power that dwarfed even the mightiest Rebirth Realm disciples.

One elder advanced a step, positioning himself ahead of his companions as his words rang out sharply over the whole plaza.

"For those unfamiliar with me," he declared evenly, though his tone carried a gravity that bore down on all who heard, "I serve as the First Elder of the Thirty Third Hall, known as Roger. Feel free to call me Elder Roger."

A murmur swept across the assembly.

"First Elder…"

"That's Elder Roger in person…"

"He seldom appears, yet here he is now."

Without hesitation, Elder Roger pressed on, his eyes scanning the multitude of disciples beneath him. "The Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial commences today. This event stands as one of the most magnificent in the Black Dragon Palace."

Unwittingly, the disciples stood taller, their pulses quickening with anticipation.

"On this occasion," Elder Roger announced, his delivery firm, "the trial outcomes have yielded impressive results. Among the core disciples' tests, five standout performers were chosen and elevated to true disciples. From the inner disciples, three additional ones secured that prestigious status."

Shockwaves coursed through the throng.

"Five core disciples?"

"And three inner ones as well?"

"True disciples… so soon?"

Before the revelation could fully settle, Elder Roger's following statement boomed like a peal of thunder.

"Furthermore," he intoned, his voice gaining a touch more solemnity, "the outer disciples hold three positions for true disciples too. Should your showing prove extraordinary, you could claim one of those slots."

In that fleeting instant, the plaza plunged into utter astonishment.

Then pandemonium burst forth.

"What?! Outer disciples eligible for true disciple status?"

"Three openings… meant for us?"

"Did I catch that correctly?"

"This is unprecedented!"

The astonishment hit like a tidal wave, soon overtaken by a torrent of exhilaration. Ascending to core disciple rank was the cherished aspiration of almost every follower in the Black Dragon Palace, a role brimming with prestige that countless yearned for yet few attained.

True disciples, however, soared even loftier. They formed the unyielding backbone of the palace, the champions who bore the Black Dragon Palace banner—and even the Black Dragon Clan's legacy—into battles spanning the Divine Realm.

And outer disciples now faced such a prospect.

A genuine opportunity.

"Who could remain composed after this news?"

"Should I rise to true disciple…"

"My whole destiny would transform!"

Ambition flared in their stares, hands balled tightly without thought, and chests heaved with fervor as Elder Roger's declaration truly registered. Zeal and resolve ignited rapidly across the disciple masses, each grasping that this Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial transcended mere prizes.

It offered a path to reshape their fates.

"Yet those three true disciple slots span the whole of the Thirty Six Halls," Elder Roger stated evenly, a subtle grin lingering on his lips as his proclamation resounded through the expansive plaza.

For one pounding moment, time itself halted.

Then turmoil ignited.

"What?! Just three spots across all thirty six halls? It's hopeless. Utterly hopeless for someone like me!"

"I figured I stood a shot within the Thirty Third Hall alone, but with every hall vying, my power seems ordinary now. Against their elites, I'm merely middling."

"Curse it… I was already picturing myself among the true disciples."

But amid the gloom, steadier murmurs emerged, tinged with resigned understanding instead of fury.

"Consider it properly. We're discussing true disciple rank. Could it ever be so simple to achieve?"

"With three per hall, you'd end up with one hundred and eight true disciples altogether. That's ridiculous. The Black Dragon Palace has endured for eons, and to this day, their true disciple count hasn't exceeded a hundred."

"Precisely. True disciples must remain scarce. They embody the palace's glory. This setup truly fits."

Still, the impact of Elder Roger's reveal had burrowed deeply into the disciples' cores. Those aflame with thrill mere seconds prior now watched their optimism fade under harsh truth. In their individual halls, they might rank as prodigies or elite prospects, yet stacked against the pooled geniuses from all thirty six halls, such assurance dissolved swiftly.

Hall rivalries cut deep and fierce. A top contender from one hall might rank as unremarkable beside the prodigies nurtured elsewhere. This truth pressed down on the masses, morphing thrill into unease and eagerness into strain.

Near Max, the mood altered palpably. Carl's grin dimmed a bit, Laura grew quiet with furrowed brows as she weighed the news, and surrounding them, disciples gripped their hands or fixed intense stares forward, all grappling with the identical notion.

Merely three.

From across all thirty six halls.

The Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial had shifted from a golden prospect into a savage arena where solely the supreme would prevail.

"Still, the prizes extend beyond this," Elder Roger remarked with a steady smile, his tone pulling focus back to him once more. "Actually, vying for one of those three true disciple roles is merely the pinnacle among various honors."

The dense pall over the group lightened a fraction as his statement took hold. Disciples sunk in dejection just before now raised their faces, eyes gleaming with wary intrigue.

"Plenty of bounties still await you all," Elder Roger went on without falter. "Provided your trial efforts shine, no one departs unrewarded. Cultivation aids, legacy arts, uncommon artifacts, and chances otherwise out of reach will be granted according to your achievements."

Fresh whispers rippled outward, stripped of gloom and brimming with rekindled eagerness.

"Even without true disciple ascension…"

"We might claim potent legacies and supplies."

"Such gains alone could reshape our paths."

Elder Roger's eyes roamed over the disciple ocean, his demeanor poised yet infused with undeniable command. "The Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial assesses not just your power, but your promise, endurance, and capacity to excel amid throngs of rivals. Strong performers earn lasting notice, regardless of seizing the top prize."

At these words, numerous disciples sensed their resolve firm up anew. Though the three true disciple berths loomed as a near-impossible summit, vows of meaningful gains stoked their competitive fire once more. For the majority, one exceptional legacy or a haul of elite resources could propel their cultivation and redirect their journeys.

The gloom that had loomed over the crowd gradually morphed into steadfast will. The trial surpassed the pursuit of true disciple status. It evolved into a proving ground to affirm their value, grasp available boons, and forge their trajectory inside the Black Dragon Palace.

And with Elder Roger's declaration lingering overhead, the eagerness for the Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial blazed fiercer than before.