Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1429 Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body!

"Why are you lost in thought like that?"

Max snapped out of his deep musings as Lucia's voice reached him. She had kept a watchful eye on him, and the abrupt change in his attitude hadn't gone unnoticed by her.

Just earlier, he was posing inquiries with a steady interest, yet now his face showed gravity, his stare far-off like he was assembling pieces of a grander enigma.

Max blinked and let the fervor in his eyes soften. Ideas about the Imperial Bloodline, its unfinished state, and possible advancement lingered silently in the recesses of his thoughts. Right now wasn't the spot or moment to disclose even a hint of the insights forming inside him.

He released a soft exhale and formed a gentle grin on his lips.

"I was merely pondering," he replied steadily, his voice casual as if no weighty matters had occupied his mind, "you spoke of two disciples capable of shattering records. I'm eager to know who the other one is."

For another instant, Lucia examined him, her keen gaze fixed on his features as though searching for any concealed intent beneath his composed front.

A faint recognition appeared in her look. She understood that Max didn't fall into quietness without cause. Still, his answer flowed naturally, and no strain showed in his stance.

The glow from the main trail shimmered softly in his eyes, lending him a nearly serene vibe. Yet under that poised surface, his mind buzzed, thoughtfully gauging each phrase and response.

If the trainee Saintess was the initial one, then the other had to be a figure of similar remarkable stature.

Max's interest burned true. The Path to Eternal Flames exuded a presence that seemed both timeless and fierce. Should records indeed get smashed, the person pulling it off would need either a profound connection to fire or exceptional stamina.

A slight arc touched Lucia's mouth, obviously glad he had steered the talk elsewhere.

"So you're intrigued at last," she remarked softly.

Max kept his grin firm, even as his eyes honed in subtly to show he hung on her words.

Be it the Saintess, a prodigy from the Seven Families, or a concealed talent amid the disciples of the Thirty Six Halls, he aimed to grasp the power dynamics before treading that gilded route.

Since if records were set to fall this day, he had no plans to simply watch from the sidelines.

"Well, this other one holds the best shot at toppling the records in the coming two tests," Lucia stated with a sure grin, her words laced with assurance over guesswork.

"Best shot? Better than the Saintess in training?" Max inquired, real astonishment creeping into his tone despite his typical control. With Isabella bearing the Imperial Bloodline, seen as the peak of the Black Dragon heritage, the notion that another could outdo her in pure prowess right now felt nearly at odds.

Lucia affirmed with a quick nod. "Yes. For the moment, at least."

Her eyes drifted to a different area of the dome, where a lofty youth positioned himself amid a handful of followers. His bearing stayed upright, his face serene, but an evident command showed in how the rest instinctively kept space from him.

"This other disciple is Zain Heron," Lucia pressed on. "He's a straight-line heir of the Heron Family and right now the mightiest outer disciple spanning every one of the Thirty Six Halls."

Max's focus landed on the person she pointed out. From afar, he detected a thickness in Zain's aura that stood out as exceptional. It wasn't just strong. It was polished and restrained, akin to a roaring inferno held in a steel casing.

"What sets him apart," Lucia proceeded, "is his inborn divine physique called the Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body."

The title alone held gravity.

"The Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body stands as a hugely uncommon makeup that holds an innate bond with fire and dragon essence. Since his arrival, his form has been ideally suited for taking in and channeling fire-related forces. Upon the awakening of his Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline—which for him is a Source Bloodline—the pair didn't just share space. They harmonized."

Lucia's tone dipped a bit, her face turning grave.

"That harmony boosted them both. His divine physique bolstered the Source Bloodline, while the bloodline in response elevated his physique even more. Thanks to this partnership, his Source Bloodline ranks among the toughest for anyone holding it in the Black Dragon Clan. It's nearly like the Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body was crafted as the ideal container for the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline."

Max absorbed her words with close attention, breaking them down mentally.

Lucia went on, "Every power derived from the Source Bloodline gets heightened for him. His command of black flames proves eerily accurate. He shapes flames to the tiniest degree, tweaking their thickness and power effortlessly. During Dragon Transformation, the change in his presence flows without hitch, practically instinctive, as if he's not shifting but simply unveiling his real self. For those with the Source Bloodline, his black flames count as the deadliest, rivaling only certain elders."

Max eyed Zain again, this round with greater inspection.

Lucia tacked on, "Isabella could overtake him eventually, but she's merely a Saintess in training for now. Her Imperial Bloodline hasn't completely stirred yet. The Imperial Bloodline wields boundless might once fully realized, but prior to that stirring, its force stays somewhat asleep."

She turned her look back to Max.

"Just when her Imperial Bloodline emerges in full will she gain the power to outstrip Zain Heron. And at that point, the difference won't be minor. It'll be crushing. But in the current setup, Zain Heron leads."

Max's mind layered with more complexity.

Isabella Lumin embodied one side, holder of the Imperial Bloodline, an emblem of coming glory whose real might awaited revelation. Zain Heron formed the counter, a talent whose divine physique and refined Source Bloodline had already hit a daunting peak.

Should Lucia's assessment hold true, the Path to Eternal Flames would turn into a field not of direct clashes, but of quiet rivalry. The annals carved in the Black Dragon Palace's legacy might stay intact or get overhauled this very day.

Max's stare rested on the golden path for a short while longer.

The warmth pulsing from it seemed almost anticipatory, like it hungered for a fitting challenger.

If it would fall to Isabella, Zain, or an unexpected contender was yet unclear.

But one fact stood firm.

This challenge would prove far from commonplace.