Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1471 Intervention!

Soaring into the heavens, the tower was built from shadowy rock etched with innumerable subtle designs worn by ages past. It appeared timeless, as if it had observed countless epochs rise and fall unmoved by the flow of time. Though lacking vivid ornaments or flashy emblems, its plainness exuded a dominating aura.

From afar, the energy it emitted was vast.

This wasn't the wild force of the Path to Eternal Flames or the crushing might of a cultivation domain. Rather, it came across as structured and regimented, resembling the quiet formation of an unseen force ready and vigilant inside its structure.

The atmosphere nearby felt a bit denser, and a subtle tremor hummed underfoot, as if the tower had its own pulse.

A few disciples experienced labored breaths while gazing at it.

Grand Elder Waller let the quiet stretch on before he went on with his description.

"Within the Combat Legion Tower, projections of fighters drawn from old war logs preserved in the relic will confront you. Winning lets you climb higher. Losing concludes your test."

His look turned a touch sterner.

"No outside help. No aid. No easy paths. The tower will judge your fighting skills fairly and ruthlessly."

His statement hung heavily across the square.

To the disciples, the last challenge was no vague idea anymore. It loomed right there in solid shape, lofty and still, giving off a vibe that commanded awe. The Hundred Battles Trial wouldn't measure lone flashes of genius. It would be a relentless series meant to show who could handle ongoing fights.

Max eyed the Combat Legion Tower with steady attention. The old edifice didn't daunt him. Rather, it ignited a subtle eagerness inside. Unlike the Path to Eternal Flames, which challenged stamina versus raw elements, this structure offered head-on clashes.

Fighting.

Back-to-back fighting.

The closing part of the major test had emerged, and the massive relic waited quietly for the initial contender to advance.

"Securing a hundred straight victories… this appears intriguing," Max whispered to himself, his stare locked on the imposing outline of the Combat Legion Tower.

A soft gleam of excitement danced in his eyes.

Just lately, he had grasped and taken on a few fresh inheritance methods.

While he had trained with them and sensed their strength, he hadn't put them to the test in actual fights. Practice against phantoms or mock duels could never match the strain of genuine, successive combats where each choice decided life and progress.

The Hundred Battles Trial wasn't just about raw power. It served as a platform where moves either validated their value or exposed weaknesses.

Furthermore, after reaching the Rebirth Realm, he hadn't pushed himself against a foe able to force his full potential. His progress in the Path to Eternal Flames had involved resisting force and essence, not direct exchanges of intent and ability.

The Combat Legion Tower offered a change. It offered direct opposition. It offered prolonged struggle that would probe not just his might but his stamina and strategic mind.

Max thought this challenge could bring forth his peak.

As eagerness built among the disciples, Grand Elder Waller lifted his hand a bit and declared, "No more waiting—let us sta—"

His words suddenly halted.

The shift was faint yet instant. Grand Elder Waller's face changed as he raised his eyes to the heavens. The steady command in his bearing gave way to keen vigilance.

The seven family heads, who sat with serene looks just before, also glanced skyward together. Their features turned grave, their spirit awareness stretching out freely.

"Who dares meddle in our grand trial?" Garry Heron uttered, his face clouding as his presence grew dense with held-back aggression.

Cyrus wasn't a typical world. It stood as the holiest realm held by the Black Dragon Clan in the Verdant Sky Star Realm. Tight controls guarded it, and access was watched sharply. No group would draw near lightly, particularly amid a grand trial showcasing the clan's youth.

The simple arrival of a nearing ship at this hour required notice.

Victor Veron squinted as he directed his awareness to the far-off edge. "Maybe they're not foes," he noted with careful restraint. "For hostility, they wouldn't come via a minor star shuttle. Battle fleets would already surround us."

As though answering him, a dim shine surfaced in the remote sky. A streamlined star shuttle sliced the air, dropping smoothly toward Cyrus's terrain. Though smaller than combat ships, its build shone with refinement and command.

Henry Lumin watched the incoming vehicle closely, his eyebrows gradually knitting. "That star shuttle," he said softly as awareness lit his gaze.

The rest of the family heads quickly shifted focus to him.

"You know it?" Mathew Grimes inquired gravely.

Henry Lumin paused shortly before replying. "I'm not entirely sure, but I've encountered that style. If my recall holds, that star shuttle is from the Violet Star Palace."

"Violet Star Palace?" Mathew echoed, his look relaxing a fraction at the title. The strain in his energy eased, yet lingered somewhat. "What brings them here, especially now during our grand trials?"

Victor Veron breathed out steadily, his attention fixed on the lowering shuttle. "We'll know shortly."

Beneath, the disciples started whispering to each other, their focus split between the Combat Legion Tower and the sky's approaching craft. The holy mood of the test site had turned thicker, filled with wonder and guarded wariness.

In seconds, the star shuttle broke the last cloud barrier and headed for Cyrus's ground. It came without rush. Its path stayed steady and exact as it settled near the gathered group.

The drives quieted, and hush ensued.

Every gaze locked on it.

The grand trial had neared its last phase, but a surprise element had arrived, leaving even the Black Dragon Clan's top leaders observing with intense gravity.