Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1432 Bone of Red Horn Dragon!
Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...
"This is a bone shard from a Red Horn Dragon," Seraphina clarified. "Far from a simple creature, it's a genuine draconic heir whose cultivation soared to the Divine Lord Realm prior to its collapse. The shard preserves remnants of its fiery essence and bloodline seal. It aligns exceptionally well with Black Dragon lineage cultivation."
Soft whispers began to circulate among the disciples in the vicinity.
The Red Horn Dragon represented no minor entity. Such a bone shard could get forged into arms, boost bloodline harmony, or act as a trigger for advances in fire-oriented methods. Its worth was tremendous.
Seraphina's gaze fixed firmly on Virelila. "Should my Twenty Third Hall emerge victorious, I'll claim this bone as my own. If your Thirty Third Hall yields the top pillar performer, the bone goes to you. Naturally, should your hall falter, you'll hand over the Three Harmony Purple Flower to me."
The far-off fiery glow of the dome danced across the scarlet face of the dragon bone, lending it a menacing shimmer.
Lady Virelila's face had grown utterly grave at this point. She grasped the stakes of this gamble. Seraphina coveted her purple bloom. It ranked as a low Divine Tier item that could aid Divine Lord powerhouses such as themselves.
To agree meant risking the honor of the Thirty Third Hall alongside a precious asset. To decline would hint at doubt, maybe even insecurity in front of the rival halls.
"You appear quite assured," Lady Virelila remarked softly.
Seraphina offered a slight grin. "Confidence fills me, and you ought to understand the reason."
For a short instant, quiet hung between the two. Max perceived Lady Virelila's thoughts racing swiftly. The Thirty Third Hall boasted skilled disciples this round. She recognized their abilities. She also understood the prowess of the Twenty Third Hall, whose bold cultivation approach frequently yielded dynamic stars in fire-related tests.
The bone of the Red Horn Dragon throbbed gently in Seraphina's grasp, its warmth grazing the air around it.
At last, Lady Virelila voiced her decision.
"Since you're ready to stake such a prize, I see no cause to back away."
Her tone stayed even, yet the seriousness in it rang clear.
"I take your bet."
A subtle gleam of triumph flashed in Seraphina's eyes.
"Excellent," she answered fluidly. "May the Path to Eternal Flames determine which hall rises superior this time."
With those words, she tucked away the dragon bone and pivoted completely toward her own followers, her assurance unbroken.
Lady Virelila lingered motionless a bit longer before shifting her look to her disciples. Her stare held firm, though the burden of hopes had quietly mounted.
Max comprehended right away.
"You've all seen the exchange that just occurred," Lady Virelila declared gravely while turning to the Thirty Third Hall's disciples. Her eyes swept over every one of them, resolute and steadfast. "Give it your all and venture as far as possible along the Path to Eternal Flames."
Her words held a subdued command, not booming but potent enough to weigh on their minds. The disciples arrayed before her dipped their heads together. They had witnessed the dealings with Elder Seraphina. They realized this trial transcended individual progress now. Their hall leader had wagered a prized item. Honor, standing, and assets now wove together with their results.
Every one of them bore the load of that duty.
As the chatter in the dome swelled and the First Hall readied their attempt, another voice slipped into Max's thoughts.
"Regarding you, Max, I chiefly consented to this wager on your account."
Max's eyes twitched a touch as he identified Lady Virelila's mental message. He betrayed no visible response.
"On my account?" he answered in his mind.
Lady Virelila offered the slightest inclination of her head, while her face stayed serene and collected as she went on speaking to the rest of the disciples.
"The Red Horn Dragon bone ranks among the finest treasures for your current level," her voice resounded distinctly in his mind. "I've examined your build with care. Your form has already exceeded the bounds of typical disciples, and you've unlocked one of the Seven Divine Veins."
Max's look intensified. She had spotted it, indeed.
"I lack full knowledge of the Seven Divine Veins path," Lady Virelila went on reflectively, "yet I grasp one vital point. Cultivators on that route must maintain consistent advancement. Should the divine veins' activation lag or waver, the development of their core cultivation—your Divine Essence cultivation—will ultimately halt."
Max gave a minor nod. That matched the risk he had guarded against. The Seven Divine Veins demanded vast power and materials to activate. Lacking adequate support, the base might tip out of balance.
"This Red Horn Dragon bone holds Low Divine Tier status," Lady Virelila detailed, her voice solid yet supportive. "It harbors purified flame essence and lingering draconic life force. When refined correctly, the power inside could supply the thrust needed to unlock your second divine vein."
Her inner voice conveyed steady assurance.
"That's why I risked my purple flower to secure it. Against that bone, my item holds less value for your journey."
Max's heart clenched a fraction at her statement.
"I won't let you down, Master," he sent back earnestly via mental link.
"No thanks are required," Lady Virelila responded, a subtle curve gracing her mouth though the hidden dialogue stayed unseen by others. "To seize that Red Horn Dragon bone, you'll need to outdo every follower from the Twenty Third Hall in this ordeal."
Her inflection altered faintly, growing more intense.
"And you ought to learn this beforehand. Isabella Lumin, the Saintess under preparation, hails from the Twenty Third Hall."
The revelation hit Max like a hushed thunderbolt.
For a fleeting second, the golden radiance of the Path to Eternal Flames appeared to brighten in his sight.
He hadn't foreseen that twist.
With Isabella Lumin tied to the Twenty Third Hall, the bet's challenge had escalated dramatically. It went beyond besting robust outer disciples honed in fire arts. It involved eclipsing the Saintess in training, a carrier of the Imperial Bloodline whose promise the whole clan endorsed.
Max's face grew profoundly serious.
The Red Horn Dragon bone transcended a mere prize now. It symbolized an inevitable clash. To gain it, he'd have to push past standard boundaries and tower over not just Zain Heron should they cross paths in rivalry, but Isabella Lumin too amid this inter-hall contest.
The Path to Eternal Flames lay ahead, shining steadily as if sensing the tempest brewing silently in his soul.
This chance had shifted from idle to urgent.
It stood as a trial.
And to seize the treasure that might unlock his second divine vein, he'd have to etch his mark more profoundly into those everlasting flames than any from the Twenty Third Hall.
Including the Saintess herself.