Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1477 Joe's Belief!

Before Max on the second floor, the pair of figures that appeared didn't launch an immediate assault, as a peculiar transformation gripped them.

"Hmm? Are they fusing?" Max felt astonishment. He never anticipated that these shadow entities possessed the ability to combine into a single form.

They merged into a being that mimicked a human silhouette, with strands of dark vapor twisting from their boundaries, and the instant their shape solidified, they charged at Max in unison, displaying synchronized ferocity.

Max refused to retreat, avoided adopting a guarding posture, and didn't even summon beyond a fraction of his cultivation power. He merely executed a smooth sword swing in one fluid motion, the edge slicing with a keenness that appeared to sever the notion of opposition itself.

Those two shadow entities weren't just vanquished. They were utterly eradicated, torn asunder by the impact of that lone action, their shadowy essences unspooling and evaporating into faint traces of darkness that dissipated prior to touching the ground.

"Looks like the initial floors pose no challenge," Max remarked, his words laced with the dull, somewhat detached inflection of an individual handling a chore far below their caliber.

His environment wavered and altered as the tower acknowledged his triumph, the barriers melting away and reforming into the subsequent level, where this time, three shadow figures materialized from the room's peripheries.

All of them operated at the initial stage of the Rebirth Realm, their presences subtle yet detectable, a mild force emanating from each as they positioned themselves to encircle him. Such a tactic might work against a typical foe, but Max transcended the norm, and the distances among them held no significance against a blade swing bearing his formidable might.

He unleashed his weapon across them in one broad cut, the sharp side cleaving through their manifested frames like mist, causing them to implode and disappear without comprehending their fate.

Level by level succumbed in identical manner. On the fourth floor, four shadow figures sought to overpower him via numbers alone, surging from various directions simultaneously, yet Max navigated them with a sparse efficiency that bordered on eerie, eliminating every one within merely two blows.

The fifth floor introduced adversaries with greater solidity in their structures, their actions quicker and more purposeful, but they remained firmly at the first stage of the Rebirth Realm and yielded to the vast disparity in prowess.

Floors six and seven featured shadow figures capable of forming basic armaments from their essence, lances and edges of solidified darkness that they drove toward Max with true murderous purpose, though he pierced their defenses unchanged, his blade fragmenting their makeshift limbs alongside the forms that bore them.

On the eighth floor, he found himself in a space where the shadows writhed and altered to bewilder him, the illumination intentionally deceptive, entities flickering in and out at the corners of his sight to disrupt his concentration.

Max merely projected his awareness via his Dimensional Sovereign Body, sensed the mass of each entity through the faint energy pulses they failed to fully conceal, and felled them prior to their exploitation of the optical disarray.

The ninth and tenth floors presented tougher challengers whose cultivation had advanced to the second stage of the Rebirth Realm, yet the outcome stayed unchanged. A single sword stroke dispatched all the shadow figures.

Max then smoothly advanced to the 11th floor.

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Beyond the tower, a throng had assembled, their attention fixed on the massive displays hovering overhead that relayed Max's actions in sharp, lifelike footage.

The visuals depicted every level with flawless precision, revealing his lone attacks and the swift annihilation of each foe the tower deployed against him, prompting whispers among the spectators as they observed a third-stage Rebirth Realm cultivator traverse the combat tower's early tiers like a casual stroll down deserted halls.

Joe lingered amidst the watchers, arms crossed and a grin tugging at the edge of his lips, not an expression of awe, but rather the grin of one privy to the tale's conclusion and pleased to witness its unfolding.

He observed Max clear yet another level on the display with that persistent, aggravating simplicity before he at last voiced his thoughts.

"The opening levels in the combat tower are straightforward," Joe stated, his manner leisurely, nearly chatty, "but after reaching the midpoint, past the fiftieth floor, that's when the true challenge begins."

He halted, allowing the insight to sink in before proceeding. "I figure with his third-stage Rebirth Realm power, he'll face immense difficulty surpassing the thirtieth floor, but should he achieve that, I'm certain he'd hit a barrier near the fiftieth to sixtieth floor area. That's where most disciples quit."

He angled his head a bit, as if offering a minor allowance then retracting it. "And though this young man isn't precisely ordinary, given his acquisition of the Sword Sovereign's blade by some means, his cultivation remains far too modest to climb the combat tower to any notable extent."

As those statements escaped him, Joe directed his attention to the Black Dragon Clan's family leaders, anticipating at least some concurrence in their demeanors.

Instead, he encountered something that momentarily halted him. None appeared persuaded. They observed the suspended screens with serene, steady countenances, devoid of doubt in their gazes, no wavering that implied they internally pondered Joe's potential accuracy.

They outright dismissed his view, making no effort to conceal it.

The subtle shock that crossed Joe's features endured briefly before twisting into a scowl. "What?" he uttered, glancing among them. "Do you all think Max will surpass the sixtieth floor and reach the seventieth?"