Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1417 Max's Turn!

Laura trailed right behind him without delay. The moment she set foot on Cyrus's surface, that same dreadful force and scorching blazes wrapped around her frame. She remained steadier in her response, though the effort showed clearly as her shoulders sagged a touch beneath the burden.

With gritted teeth, she pressed on, compelling her cultivation to align with the environment nearby. After forty-five seconds, the fires drew back, and the gravitational pull loosened its hold. Laura released a quiet sigh, reclaiming total command of her motions and moving over to stand by Carl.

Next came Max's moment. He gazed at Cyrus's terrain with a faint grin. 'I wonder how much time it'll take me to get used to this place.'

He advanced with poise, his face at ease like he was just out for a casual walk instead of confronting a test that had already overwhelmed numerous disciples. The second his boot met Planet Cyrus's soil, the entire realm seemed to bellow in challenge.

A massive gravitational weight crashed upon him, while fierce flames erupted around his form, twisting wildly as the planet's rules clashed with his arrival.

Max sensed the assault distinctly, yet rather than fight it head-on, he shut his eyes and regulated his breath. His form reacted on its own. Cultivation flowed without hindrance, his base firm, and his Dimensional Sovereign Body started adjusting right away.

The blaze teased his flesh, weaving about his figure as if probing his limits, but it couldn't singe so much as a thread of his attire. It was like the inferno itself paused, unsure of how to impose its dominance on him.

The power of the flame principles faded to the brink of uselessness, made virtually void by his Dimensional Sovereign Physique, his Dimensional Immunity, and the Flame Dimension housed inside him.

His Dimensional Immunity naturally diminished the force of any elemental rule linked to a dimension he controlled, and with fire under his rule, Cyrus's savage flame laws forfeited nearly all their potency the moment they reached him.

Meanwhile, the leftover planetary rules got subtly subdued by the flexibility of his Dimensional Sovereign Body, a constitution that conformed to harsh settings with alarming speed.

Not even the smothering gravity that had made other disciples falter affected him, since his bodily strength was robust enough to shrug off such intensity without issue.

Only a handful of seconds ticked by.

Before the bulk of the disciples could even react, Max stood tall and advanced a pace.

Then one more.

Once five seconds elapsed, the blaze had entirely withdrawn from him, and Planet Cyrus's stifling force had dwindled to nothing. Max strode steadily over the earth like he was on a regular training ground, quickly reaching the other elite talents without any hint of fatigue.

A hush descended on the star shuttle.

"What… what just happened?"

"Did he already adjust?"

"That was under five seconds. I didn't even get through my count."

"Impossible. Even Aden took ten seconds."

"Is he even human?"

Astonishment surged through the group in ripples. Disciples gawked with bulging eyes, some clutching the shuttle's borders without thinking, others holding their breath entirely.

"He didn't stoop at all."

"The flames didn't scorch him one bit."

"The gravity left him untouched."

"Who is this guy for real?"

Even those who had seen Aden's ten-second adjustment and Jane's twenty seconds now watched their worldview shatter. The display they had witnessed utterly flipped their grasp of limits.

This went beyond mere aptitude or cultivation stage. It pointed to a vast chasm in base strength, bodily makeup, and very being.

Right then, awareness struck a few disciples aboard the star shuttle. Several popped their eyes wide while fixing on Max's figure, and soon, incredulous murmurs started up.

"It's Max!"

"The one who seized the Sword of the Sword Sovereign!"

"That's him. No surprise his features rang a bell. He's the guy who claimed the Sword of the Sword Sovereign!"

The clamor built swiftly as more disciples pieced it together. The raw astonishment from before morphed into a kind of dazed nod.

"Thinking back, this actually fits."

"Naturally he could settle in under five seconds. He's the one the Sword of the Sword Sovereign chose."

"A figure like that defying norms isn't odd."

"I figure only Max could pull off something this wild."

"He is the chosen one, after all."

As those remarks bounced around the throng, the vibe shifted quietly. The doubt over Max's seamless handling of Planet Cyrus's rules and force gradually dissolved, giving way to an odd feeling of it being fated.

After all, this was the individual who had pulled off something even more outrageous by securing the Sword of the Sword Sovereign, a deed countless had deemed unattainable.

Next to that mythic achievement, syncing with Cyrus's conditions in moments hardly felt so outlandish. The disciples traded looks, their initial stun turning to reverence tinged with acceptance. Deep down, a quiet realization settled.

If it was Max, then maybe this was just to be expected.

Down below, Aden at last twisted his neck to eye Max, his serene gaze tightening just a fraction for the first time. Jane's steady look faltered, a spark of doubt crossing her features. Even Dale, arms folded with his haughty smirk, went rigid as the truth hit.

Under five seconds.

That lone detail resounded in every disciple's thoughts, imprinting a cold conviction.

This Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial had unveiled a beast way beyond anyone's forecasts.

"Your disciple here is quite the marvel, Virelia," Elder Roger remarked from overhead, his stare locked on Max with clear esteem shining in his eyes.

Elder Virelia traced his view and offered a subtle smile, her face serene but laced with an open sense of accomplishment. "He truly is a marvel," she answered gently, her tone even as though this result had long been in her sights.

The remaining elders swapped looks before facing her, their faces blending wonder with sincere regard.

One by one, they voiced their praises, recognizing her insight and judgment in taking on such a pupil. To them, this transcended simple gift or chance.

A disciple capable of syncing with Planet Cyrus's harsh rules and intense force in just seconds was outright freakish, even measured against Black Dragon Palace benchmarks.