Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1423 Many Top Disciples!

"This… this is just a corpse!" a voice cried out in a rough rasp. "Why does it remain so frightening?"

One more disciple fought to lift his head. His spine curved beneath the unseen burden, his frame quivering like it bore the load of a whole mountain chain. "I have to… stand up…"

The force went beyond mere physical strain. It dug into their lineages, awakening the subtle dragon heritage in numerous individuals. Those with thinner bloodlines experienced a fierce restraint, as if their own strength bowed to its rightful source. Several spat out blood when their energy flow stuttered from the overwhelming dominance.

Time dragged on like endless agony.

Even the robust disciples battled to stay on their feet. Their complexions drained of color while they unleashed their complete cultivation power to push back. Blazing fires burst forth near certain ones. Electric sparks danced around the rest. They called upon all their might just to prevent dropping to the ground.

Dale, previously posing with such haughtiness, now gripped his fists hard by his hips. His limbs shook while a golden glow swirled about his form. His face contorted in effort, jaws clenching with clear sounds as he compelled his back to hold firm.

"This means nothing," he grumbled through gritted teeth, even as perspiration poured from his forehead.

Jane positioned herself nearby. Her flowing dark locks whipped in the fierce onslaught as a gentle light enveloped her. She kept her eyelids shut, her breaths even yet labored. Although her limbs quivered a bit, she rejected any thought of bending her knees. Strain showed in her stance, but her poise held steady.

Aden positioned himself right at the forefront.

In contrast to the rest, his bearing stayed impressively steady. His garment billowed in the smothering presence, but his stance rooted solidly. His look stayed serene, even if his gaze had grown keener. The force evidently impacted him, yet he avoided lowering his head. He confronted the dragon's remains head-on, as though issuing a wordless defiance to its intent.

Max watched the scene in quiet focus.

Nearby, more disciples kept tumbling down.

Certain ones held out for a single minute prior to crumpling. Some persisted through three or four minutes until blackout claimed them. A handful of the tougher ones stayed on their knees while aware, their forms shuddering wildly in the battle to remain alert.

At the five-minute mark, fallen bodies littered the floor.

Come the seventh minute, quite a few disciples who had begun with bold confidence dropped to a single knee. Their arrogance shattered under the unyielding force.

Just a handful kept fully upright.

The highest-placed talents from different halls maintained their footing, although none appeared at ease. Their energies blazed vividly as they countered the long-gone dragon's command. Prominent veins throbbed on their brows. Their inhales deepened moment by moment.

Still, they held their ground.

The difference stood out sharply.

As scores collapsed senseless or bent in submission, solely the genuine peak prodigies lingered erect, their silhouettes resembling lone supports amid a crumbling heaven.

Far overhead, the elders observed without a word.

The dragon's bones towered above, its empty stare uncaring.

Enduring ten minutes under a deceased true dragon's intent went beyond testing raw power.

It gauged which spirits could bear the burden of a bygone age.

"Plenty of disciples handle this force without much trouble," Max pondered while his eyes roamed the enormous space inside the dome.

Because the dragon's domineering intent hardly touched him, he enjoyed the chance to watch closely. Where fellow students labored simply to keep awareness, Max remained hushed, his thoughts clear and probing. He examined the leading talents from the assorted halls with sharp curiosity.

The thirty-third hall wasn't the sole spot breeding beasts. Apart from Aden, Jane, and Dale, he spotted forms from other halls rising firm against the crushing dragon might, their presences steady and their faces resolute.

Certain ones gave off searing blazes that mingled with the bones' heavy aura. Some projected frosty serenity, their essence steadfast like timeless icebergs defying a gale. A couple even appeared to gain from the strain, their heritages softly bellowing in resistance.

The Divine Realm was indeed immense.

A subtle thrill stirred in Max. These weren't minor prodigies or backwater gifts from a worldly realm. These were prime students raised in one of the Divine Realm's mighty families. Every single one had weathered endless rivalries, endless investments fueling their advance. This marked the true arena for prodigies.

His vision kept sweeping the assembly.

Abruptly, it halted.

"Huh?"

In the ocean of straining students and the knot of unwavering experts, a specific form grabbed his notice. She was a woman whose dark tresses tumbled to her waist. She positioned herself serenely under the pounding aura, her form upright and graceful.

Her face showed no effort or superiority. It stayed even, nearly detached. The force warped the atmosphere around her savagely, but she appeared fixed in spot as if the dragon's intent recognized her being.

Yet, her calm wasn't what pulled Max's attention.

The instant his sight fixed on her, an inner shift occurred.

A faint throb.

Followed by one more.

Buried in his core, the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline coursing in his vessels responded.

This wasn't dread.

This wasn't restraint.

This was craving.

Max's forehead creased a touch as the feeling grew stronger. His heritage, usually calm and commanding, now turned uneasy. It resembled an dormant creature within him suddenly detecting an alluring aroma.

'It seems my bloodline yearns to consume the one in that woman.'

The idea shocked him.

This differed from the typical harmony among kindred heritages. Past meetings with dragon lines brought either supremacy or quiet acknowledgment. Now, it felt raw. It felt avaricious. It felt innate.

His pulse quickened a notch.

He turned his awareness inside, seeking to soothe the rising dragon force in him. The wild dark strength resting in his vessels stirred lightly, akin to a dragon lifting its neck in curiosity. It ignored the bones' force. It targeted her alone.