Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1418 Arrival at the Trial Site!

After the stunning performance from the elite disciples and Max, whose seamless adjustment had etched a lasting mark on all who watched, the other members of the Thirty Third Hall at last summoned their resolve.

Step by step, they advanced from the star shuttle's brink and dropped down to Planet Cyrus's terrain, their faces etched with strain and grit.

Upon touchdown, the savage truth of Cyrus unveiled itself. Overwhelming gravity crushed upon their forms, causing numerous ones to falter or buckle at the knees, as ferocious blazes roared nearby with the wild flame laws striking without restraint.

Certain disciples clenched their jaws and bore it, channeling their cultivation with full force. For those folks, the adjustment dragged on slowly and agonizingly. It demanded minutes of torment before the fires slowly withdrew and the weight eased sufficiently for them to rise straight.

Perspiration soaked their frames, and their countenances turned ashen, yet a sense of ease shone in their gazes once they could finally stride steadily across the planet's ground.

Some proved much less lucky. The second their feet met the soil, their physiques were overrun. Blazes swallowed them savagely, and the dreadful gravity hurled them flat before any response. Shouts of agony rang out as these disciples lay utterly immobilized, their cultivation failing to match the realm's harsh requirements.

During these crises, the elders stayed far from idle. With steady precision, flows of regulated energy cascaded from on high, guarding those disciples and compelling their forms to steady. Through the elders' direction, the weight and flame laws were slowly subdued, enabling even the frailest to regain footing and start adapting.

As this process dragged on, time flowed without pause. Certain disciples adjusted within mere minutes, others needed much more time, and a handful depended nearly wholly on the elders' support just to stand firm.

Still, beneath the vigilant stares of the five elders, none got abandoned. Gradually, each disciple from the Thirty Third Hall succeeded in syncing with Planet Cyrus's conditions, be it by personal struggle or outside aid.

Once everything wrapped up, the area under the star shuttle brimmed with weary yet steady disciples. Labored breaths filled the space, and plenty dropped to their knees after the fiercest strain faded, their features bearing traces of ongoing dread and wonder.

Only then did the true grasp hit them: Planet Cyrus stood as a ruthless ordeal, one that had kicked off sifting them the instant they set foot.

The Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial hadn't just commenced. It had already begun stripping away the frail, sparing only those tough enough for the Black Dragon Clan's holy realm's grim truths.

"Let us move. We have not yet reached the actual trial site," Elder Roger declared while he touched down alongside the other elders and started guiding the disciples onward.

The disciples trailed silently in their wake, their prior thrill now cooled by expectation and a hint of unease. Planet Cyrus's fiery landscape sprawled boundlessly about them, its charred earth emitting warmth even post-adaptation to its force and laws.

Following a few minutes of travel, vague forms emerged in the distance. As they neared, those contours sharpened into view.

The initial feature to snag everyone's focus was a colossal edifice piercing the heavens, its outline stark and commanding against the blood-red sky. Nearby loomed two enormous dome-like builds, their exteriors softly shimmering with symbols and arrays that suggested timeless might.

"This is the trial site," Carl announced with a grin, his gaze brimming with thrill.

Not long after, the party under the five elders' lead reached their goal. An awe-inspiring panorama awaited. Scores of thousands of disciples had already assembled, crowding the expansive zone near the tower and domes.

These clearly hailed from the remaining thirty five halls, and it showed that the Thirty Third Hall had pulled in dead last.

Disciples from each hall clustered as one, creating thirty six separate clusters. Ahead of each cluster positioned elders overseeing their halls, their auras crafting unseen divides that kept the disciples apart while upholding discipline.

"Roger, your hall is the last to arrive," an elder from the Twenty Third Hall noted as he approached to welcome Elder Roger. A few more elders tagged along, swapping quick salutes and light chatter.

"Hehe, there is no need to rush," Elder Roger responded with a grin. "As long as the seven families have not arrived yet, nobody can be considered late."

"They should arrive any moment now," another elder remarked, his look scanning the Thirty Third Hall's disciples. His stare appeared to hunt for a particular figure before settling on Max.

"So that is the kid who took away the Sword of the Sword Sovereign?" the elder questioned, eyeing Max intently. After a beat, he gave a slight shake of his head, a flicker of regret in his gaze. "Alas, his cultivation is still too weak. It will be difficult for him to stand among the top tier geniuses of all thirty six halls."

The Thirty Third Hall's elders merely offered faint smiles to those remarks without pushing back. Just they had seen Max's feat right after hitting Planet Cyrus. Syncing with the realm's force and chaotic laws in under five seconds wasn't a feat most elite talents across the thirty six halls could pull off.

And Max had managed it without strain.

That feat by itself let them grasp that Max's real power already surpassed plenty of those hailed as prodigies. As to his showing amid the true cream of the thirty six halls' crop, that awaited revelation. All the same, the Thirty Third Hall elders harbored a subtle thrill.

They itched to witness how far this freakish disciple might climb.