Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1446 Proud Moment for Black Dragon Clan!

The clear laughter of Seraphina Vale echoed over the hushed whispers. "Haha, I knew Isabella would make it to the tenth layer," she declared, her eyes gleaming with boundless delight. Of all the elders gathered there, she seemed the most elated. The pride shining on her features was impossible to miss. Much like how Lady Virelia had mentored Max through the months in the Divine Realm, Seraphina had guided Isabella's cultivation and progress. She had seen every advancement, every hardship, every instance of uncertainty that Isabella had pushed past. Witnessing her now positioned in the tenth layer of the Path to Eternal Flames went beyond a mere public success. It stemmed from years of instruction and faith. Seraphina crossed her arms gently while observing Isabella withstand the intense force of the tenth layer. "She won't let us down," she stated with assurance. Nearby, the elders kept watching the screens with fresh vigor. With Zain holding the eleventh layer and Isabella the tenth, this test had already surpassed all predictions. On the opposite side of the observation area, the heads of the Seven Families watched the events unfold with calm faces. They felt contentment, though not every one of them was fully satisfied. Henry Lumin released a soft sigh as he observed Isabella steadying herself in the tenth layer. His eyes stayed on her form, catching the slight quiver in her aura and the obvious tension in her stance. "It looks like she's poured out all her energy just to get to the tenth layer," Henry remarked deliberately. "That suggests she has slim chances of entering the eleventh. I was hoping she'd achieve it." His voice held no blame for Isabella personally. Instead, it reflected the irritation of a family leader eager for his clan's promising talent to shatter even higher limits. Victor Veron faced him with a subtle grin.

"Don't feel so low, Henry," Victor advised evenly. "Reaching the tenth layer is a remarkable feat in the Path to Eternal Flames. Countless gifted disciples can barely get near it. You ought to brim with pride." He waved casually at the display screen. "Besides, as the trainee Saintess, her accomplishments ahead will definitely outshine today's display." Lilith Carol nodded faintly as she shared her view. "Isabella's true capabilities haven't fully emerged yet," she noted reflectively. "Once her Imperial Bloodline matures entirely, she won't look like the figure before us. Then, she'll turn into a real powerhouse among prodigies. Even those from top-tier factions will struggle to match her." Her statement wasn't overblown flattery. It came from a calm belief in the strength of the Imperial Bloodline. Matthew Grimes clasped his hands at his back and addressed them in a firm voice. "In the years ahead, the Black Dragon Clan will rely heavily on her," he affirmed. "She represents our clan's future hope. Henry, you must take pride that your lineage brought forth such an heir." Henry absorbed their comforting words and let a small smile form on his lips. The prior strain on his face relaxed a bit. "You're correct," he agreed with a dip of his head. "No matter if she attains the eleventh layer this time, her base is already exceptional." In his heart, he recognized the validity of their points. Isabella's showing was already impressive. Attaining the tenth layer ranked her with the elite disciples of her age group. Even more crucially, her awakening of the Imperial Bloodline had elevated the Lumin Family's standing in the clan. Prior to her awakening, the Lumin Family had been esteemed yet not commanding. Now, bearing the trainee Saintess role, their power had surged. They ranked solidly in the top three families, trailing only the Grimes Family and the Heron Family. To Henry, that was reason enough for profound satisfaction. As he gazed again at Isabella enduring steadfastly amid the tenth layer's flames, his previous sigh shifted to silent approval. "Hmm? Check out Max. He's made it to the eighth layer." The abrupt comment sent a wave through the viewing platform, drawing eyes to a different projection screen. Up until then, almost all focus had locked on Zain in the eleventh layer and Isabella in the tenth. Amid that sharp concentration, Max had progressed silently without drawing eyes. The screen showed Max had left the seventh layer behind. He sat in a meditative pose at the heart of the eighth layer, encircled by fires that blazed with far greater intensity than earlier. The blaze there surged with thicker force, and the flame laws hung denser, twisting into a vortex around his steady form. Still, he looked composed, as if the encircling blaze was merely a soft wind. A short hush fell as the elders took in the sight. They had been so caught up in the thrilling battles of the higher layers that they overlooked Max leaping a full layer in the interim. "He's advancing consistently," Matthew Grimes observed with a slight grin while examining the screen intently. "It leaves me curious about his ultimate reach if he keeps this rhythm." His comment held reflective interest instead of unchecked admiration. In that instant, several elders who had previously overlooked Max's prospects now scrutinized him with greater attention. Arriving at the eighth layer unnoticed highlighted his steady determination. There was no flashy aura explosion, no frantic power push. He had merely progressed. A quiet wave of intrigue rippled among the Seven Family heads. Just how far could Max actually push? "Hehe, I'd wager the eighth layer is about his ceiling," Seraphina remarked with a subtle smile, her gaze flicking to Lady Virelia. Her voice stayed playful, yet her look carried a pointed edge. "He's lingered so long pondering in the earlier layers. He can't hold a candle to Isabella." Her remark was obviously meant to stir. Yet Lady Virelia didn't spare her a look. Her face stayed tranquil, her attention glued to the screen showing Max's unmoving shape in the fiery eighth layer. She offered no denial or response to Seraphina's jab. Seraphina huffed quietly at the indifference. "I'll watch your reaction when Max can't outdo Isabella," she whispered to herself, her grin stiffening a touch.