Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1517 Saint's Privilege!

Lady Virelia's voice persisted from behind him.

"As a sword wielder, this inheritance technique should rank among your mightiest trump cards," she stated. "Crafted especially for sword-fighting cultivators, it stands as one of the Black Dragon Clan's finest sword arts that harnesses black flames."

She crossed her arms gently while observing Max scrutinize the jade slip.

"I think it fits your battle approach perfectly."

Max delicately lifted the jade slip, letting his spiritual sense probe the details inscribed inside. A subtle grin gradually formed on his lips as he perused the technique's overview.

"Hm. This suits me just fine," he remarked with a slight nod.

The jade slip's contents revealed that the Black Flames Sword Canon fused black flames' might seamlessly into swordplay. Upon activation, a thick shroud of black flames would envelop the user's blade.

Far from just for show, these flames served a deeper purpose.

They honed and tempered the sword's edge, while boosting its ruinous force immensely. Greater command over the art by the cultivator meant fiercer flames encasing the weapon.

This black flame sheath boosted the blade's keenness and brute power alike, transforming each slash into a catastrophic blow that pierced even the sturdiest barriers.

Nine mastery levels defined the Black Flames Sword Canon.

Practitioners at each level honed their black flame manipulation, weaving it deeper into their sword skills. Progression thickened, heated, and amplified the flames' ferocity around the sword.

The jade slip's pinnacle depiction bordered on the inconceivable.

Records claimed a ninth-stage master of the Black Flames Sword Canon wielded a blade that could shatter whole worlds in one stroke.

Max gradually set down the jade slip after absorbing the closing passage.

The technique's bold vision even earned his admiration. Though attaining that height remained distant, its vast promise shone clear.

Mathew Grimes approached too, eyeing the jade slip in Max's grasp before giving an approving nod.

"Excellent pick," he commented. "Our ancestral chamber treasures the Black Flames Sword Canon as one of its top sword legacies."

Max gripped the jade slip firmly and tucked it away with his other two selected inheritance techniques.

"No rush needed," Mathew Grimes assured with an easy smile toward Max. "As our clan's Saint now, the ancestral chamber stays accessible to you anytime. Should you crave another inheritance technique later, return and select freely."

His words rang with serene confidence, treating the perk as inherent to Max's status.

Max heard him out and dipped his head slightly.

"In that case, I'm content for the moment," he answered steadily.

Three inheritance techniques now matched his fighting style flawlessly. The Black Dragon Inferno Furnace Art would bolster his total strength and purify his flames.

The Black Flames Explosive Burst offered a flexible, potent assault option.

The Black Flames Sword Canon promised a devastating ace to elevate his sword arts to horrifying heights.

That sufficed amply for now.

Mathew Grimes nodded in satisfaction.

"Very well," he uttered.

He then faced Lady Virelia.

"Virelia, escort Max back to the Black Dragon Palace. I expect he'll have a packed schedule ahead."

Lady Virelia nodded briefly, grasping Mathew Grimes' implication fully. Freshly armed with potent inheritances and prime cultivation aids, Max would devote the coming days to training and assimilating his haul.

Promptly, Lady Virelia guided Max from the ancestral chamber.

The grand doors sealed shut behind them, runes fading back to dormancy. They traversed the lengthy hallway anew and exited the Black Dragon Clan's inner sanctum.

Soon enough, they returned to the Black Dragon Palace.

The majestic edifice loomed skyward, its shadowy architecture echoing the clan's profound legacy. Disciples and elders bustled across the grounds routinely, though countless cast glances at Max upon sighting him. Word of his Saint title had swept the palace, lending his aura newfound gravity.

At the residential zone's gateway, Lady Virelia halted.

"Concentrate on mastering these techniques," she advised evenly. "Seek me out for any hurdles."

Max inclined his head with respect.

"Got it."

Thus, they separated. Lady Virelia veered to a different palace wing as Max proceeded to his quarters.

Palace hallways lay hushed during his return to his chamber. Thoughts already churned on his cultivation path forward. Unlocking the second divine vein demanded meticulous setup, alongside delving into his new inheritance techniques.

Yet upon reaching his room's threshold, Max spotted a figure lingering there already.

A lithe silhouette stood motionless by the door.

Max paused briefly before identifying her.

It proved to be Isabella Lumin.

The aspiring Saintess held her typical poised stance. Silken tresses swayed softly at her back, eyes locked on Max as though she'd awaited him long.

Max regarded her momentarily.

Then a faintly playful smirk crept across his features.