Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1427 Saintess in Training!
Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...
"In fact, there are two of them," Lucia remarked with a subtle grin, her eyes shifting to a specific area of the dome where a few disciples lingered separately from the group. She fixed her gaze on a young lady far off, and a faint shift in her look caught Max's attention right away. "One is the Saintess in training."
Max traced her direction of view, and as soon as his sight fell on that silhouette, his pupils shrank a bit. It was indeed her—the very woman who had earlier ignited the fierce craving in his bloodline.
With serene poise, she held her stance, showing neither arrogance nor fear, her form upright and her energy controlled but clearly pristine. An otherworldly vibe surrounded her, making the nearby atmosphere seem fresher in her vicinity.
"Saintess in training?" Max inquired, keeping his voice even while his interest shone through. "What's that about?"
Lucia kept her smile, but a quick glint crossed her eyes, mixing respect with a hint of bitterness.
"Being the Saintess in training signifies she's next to take on the role of Saintess for the Black Dragon Clan," Lucia answered. "In our clan, the Saintess isn't just a name. It stands for a holy figure in the Black Dragon heritage. Such beings only come into existence during rare events, and they might not show up for many eras."
Her tone softened a touch, like she was discussing a matter worthy of awe.
"Throughout the Black Dragon Clan's past, a genuine Saintess might emerge only every second generation or so, and there could be long periods spanning centuries without one. Over the last few hundred years, nobody met the criteria for that role. The bloodline stayed robust, yet no one had the needed purity or harmony to trigger the marks of a Saintess."
Max stayed quiet, his eyes fixed on the far-off shape.
"When the Black Dragon bloodline reaches its purest and most balanced form, a Saintess is born," Lucia went on. "It's believed their blood holds the core spirit of the ancient primordial Black Dragon. Their connection to dragon forces is almost perfect. Right from the start, they outpace everyone in cultivation. Grasping fire and dragon essence comes naturally to them. Just being near them boosts the clan's spirit and unity."
A subtle strain entered her words as she added the following.
"Her name is Isabella Lumin, the present Saintess in training. The elders have recognized her promise. Assuming no issues arise, she'll complete the last ceremonies in a couple of years and officially rise as the Black Dragon Clan's Saintess."
Max's gaze tightened a fraction at the mention.
Isabella Lumin.
That name lodged in his thoughts, loaded with significance. Now, the stir in his bloodline seemed much clearer. If her blood neared the original purity, maybe his own line missed that very wholeness. The urge he sensed could have been no accident. It might represent a deep urge to fill a void.
After a short break, Lucia pressed on, her face showing more mixed feelings.
"The emergence of a Saintess in our clan signals times of abundance," she said. "Ancient tales claim that in periods when a Saintess guided the heart of the Black Dragon Clan, our power grew, foes pulled back, and inner disputes faded. People think a Saintess serves as a vital link to the forefathers' dragon intent, steadying all bloodlines across the clan."
A spark of envy flashed in her eyes, though she hid it with a steady grin.
"This explains why Isabella draws so much notice. All halls vie for her approval. Elders track her progress closely. The youth either look up to her or resent her. To countless members, she ensures the Black Dragon Clan's thriving for another millennium."
Max said nothing.
Far away, Isabella remained under the dome's radiant shine, oblivious to the inner turmoil brewing in him. For most, she embodied promise and growth. But for his bloodline, she meant something more profound.
A key.
Or maybe a vital fragment.
Max gradually pulled his eyes away, keeping his face impassive. This discovery had sharpened his insight, but it also heightened the tangle of his circumstances. Absorbing an average disciple's bloodline would be straightforward. Yet, targeting the Saintess in training's bloodline changed everything.
If Lucia's account held true, Isabella wasn't simply a gifted practitioner.
She formed the upcoming heart of the Black Dragon Clan's spirit.
"What sets her apart like that?" Max questioned, his tone firm despite the whirlwind in his mind. He let his sight rest on Isabella a second more before turning to Lucia. If the Saintess role alone inspired such devotion, its roots must run deeper than mere skill.
Lucia's grin grew a tad broader, like she anticipated the query.
"Only select descendants or followers qualify as a Saintess in training," she started. "The primary condition is selection by the Imperial Bloodline of the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline."
Those terms held gravity, and even disciples close by hushed their talk, as if the phrase itself called for honor.
"Within the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline, branches abound," Lucia proceeded, her voice gaining gravity. "Across endless ages, the bloodline has branched out. Certain lines excel in raw strength, others bond better with dark fires, and some shine in soul awareness. But beyond these lines sits the supreme one. It's called the Imperial Bloodline."
Max's stare grew keen.
"The Imperial Bloodline counts as the scarcest branch in our clan," Lucia clarified. "Effort in cultivation can't create it, nor can it be forced awake. This legacy links straight to the earliest ancestor of the Black Dragon Clan. From the most ancient texts, our bloodline's creator descended from a primal Black Dragon that dominated chaos. The Imperial Bloodline echoes that source in its truest form."