Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1512 Meeting Lady Virelia!

Max strode forward with composure, performing a deep bow toward the assembly of the seven family heads and Elder Joe. Though his gestures remained steady and full of respect, a palpable shift occurred in his aura. The weight of his new title, Saint, was an intangible force that every disciple in attendance could perceive.

"I offer my gratitude to the Family Heads and Guest Elder Joe for these rewards," Max stated. His tone struck a balance between arrogance and humility, radiating a calm sincerity that highlighted his resolve. "I shall strive to ensure I do not disappoint any of you."

A ripple of satisfied nods passed through the seven family heads. Elder Joe regarded Max with a subtle, knowing grin. Ever since witnessing the youth’s display within the combat tower, the Elder had realized that the young man held dormant potential capable of eventually shaking the very foundations of the star realms.

At this moment, Elder Waller ascended into the air once more. Hovering above the trial grounds, he gazed down at the thousands of disciples, his voice resonating with commanding authority across the expanse.

"With this, the Grand Trial of the Thirty Six Halls is officially concluded."

As those final words echoed, the suffocating tension that had gripped the site finally dissipated. Disciples who had been holding their breath finally exhaled, and a low murmur of conversation began to ripple through the crowd.

Most were fixated on Max, discussing the impossible feats he had accomplished. Some marveled at his ascent to the ninety-eighth floor, while others spoke in hushed tones about that inexplicable moment when the tower projections flickered to black. To many, it felt as if they had just witnessed the rise of a new legend within the Black Dragon Clan.

Eventually, the disciples began congregating in groups, heading toward the massive star shuttle waiting nearby. The vessel rested like a mountainous monolith, its metallic hull shimmering under the dim light of the firmament.

This star shuttle was tasked with ferrying them back to the Black Dragon Palace.

Max joined the stream of disciples toward the vessel. Even in motion, he remained acutely aware of the countless gazes trailing him from every direction. Some disciples cleared a path for him, while others watched from the fringes, their expressions complex and unreadable.

The mantle of Saint had effectively elevated him lightyears beyond the standard disciples of the clan.

Just as he neared the boarding ramp, a familiar voice manifested in his ear.

"Report to my office upon your return to the Black Dragon Palace."

Max halted, turning his head slightly to identify the speaker.

There, standing composed amidst the other elders, was Lady Virelia. Her features remained as stoic as ever, though a flicker of curiosity betrayed her when her eyes locked with his.

Max immediately grasped the implication; she intended to discuss something of great importance.

He offered a single, sharp nod of acknowledgment before resuming his walk toward the star shuttle.

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Upon returning to the Black Dragon Palace, the feverish intensity of the Grand Trial began to wane. The palace settled back into its rhythmic routine as disciples returned to their Cultivation and elders resumed their administrative responsibilities.

Nevertheless, the legend of Max’s performance remained the primary topic of intrigue in every hall and courtyard. His name was on everyone's lips, linked forever to the combat tower's peak and his unprecedented designation as a Saint.

Max, however, opted to distance himself from the noise. Following his return, he spent a full day in solitude within his personal quarters. While his physical form had recovered from the rigors of combat, his mind required stillness to process the magnitude of his experiences.

The memories of the ninety-eighth and ninety-ninth floors remained vivid, especially his encounter with the young primordial and the grand inheritance he had claimed on the hundredth floor.

By the next day, having found his mental equilibrium, Max departed his residence for Lady Virelia’s office.

Upon entering the familiar sanctum, he found Lady Virelia already present. She sat behind an ornate desk, maintaining her characteristic composure. Her presence was understated yet absolute, and the moment he entered, he was washed over by the quiet authority she exuded.

"Take a seat," Lady Virelia instructed.

Max bowed slightly and obliged, sitting in the indicated chair.

With a flick of her wrist, a ring drifted through the air and stopped before him.

"Here. This is yours."

Max received the ring with care, inspecting it for a heartbeat.

"That ring houses the Bone of the Red Horn Dragon," Lady Virelia elucidated. "It is the wager I secured from Elder Seraphina. I believe it possesses sufficient energy to assist you in unlocking the second divine vein of your Seven Divine Veins."

His eyes lit up at the prospect. Even without peering inside, he could sense the potent aura emanating from the artifact.

"My thanks, Master," Max said, bowing again. "It will suffice."

He hesitated for a second, a thought crystallizing in his mind.

"However, Master, I find myself in need of more draconic materials. Bones, blood, or any remainders of dragons—even those deemed scraps—would be highly valued."

Lady Virelia arched an eyebrow, intrigued by his request.

Max maintained his calm demeanor.

"My Cultivation style demands a massive influx of draconic essence. Consuming more dragon remains will allow me to fortify my foundation exponentially before attempting the second divine vein."

He had not forgotten the Dragon Scales Transformation or the Draconic Essences flowing within him. These powers were among his most potent assets, and he was determined not to let them stagnate as his level climbed. Before advancing further along the Seven Divine Veins, he intended to push those specific attributes to their absolute apex.

A soft smile touched Lady Virelia’s lips.

"That is a simple request to fulfill," she remarked. "The Black Dragon Clan has no shortage of such resources. After all, the very foundations of our clan are anchored in the inheritance of dragon bloodlines."

She leaned back, her expression thoughtful.

"I shall have a subordinate deliver several dragon remains to your quarters immediately. Use them as you see fit."

"I am grateful for your generosity," Max replied with a respectful nod.