Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1524 Isabella's Shock!

Soon after, Max shifted his focus to the inheritance techniques gained from the Black Dragon Clan's ancestral chamber, diving straight into their comprehension without any delay.

The vast white space of the Dimension of Time grew quiet once more as Max took a seat and started circulating his energy, his mind sinking into profound concentration.

Technique by technique, they unfolded in his awareness, their secrets gradually unveiling through his unyielding dedication. Time passed uniquely in that realm, so although just one day elapsed outside, countless years flew by inside the Dimension of Time while Max tirelessly practiced, honed, and mastered every motion, every energy surge, and every concealed essence in those inheritance techniques.

Upon emerging from the Dimension of Time, Max's form returned to his room after merely a day, but a subtle yet profound change had swept through his aura.

He let out a slow breath, a subtle smile curving his lips as contentment shone in his eyes. "I have practiced the three cultivation arts to the perfection level," he murmured, evidently delighted by his advancement.

Yet as that idea lingered, his eyebrows knitted together with a faint scowl forming. "But the Black Dragon Inferno Furnace Art is truly difficult to learn and practice," he added softly, thinking back on the massive exertion it required.

Despite the Dimension of Time's boon, where years were devoted purely to this art, the achievements came only after tremendous struggle.

He lifted his hand a bit, as though sensing the shifts inside himself, his mind turning introspective. He distinctly felt the two lotus-shaped cores that had materialized in his inner core, each forged from his black flames through a grueling ordeal.

Shaping such volatile and destructive power into stable lotus forms demanded not just mastery but exceptional insight and perseverance.

"Even I, after all that time, have only formed two lotus cores," Max whispered, his voice laced with awe and astonishment at the art.

Most of his time in the Dimension of Time went into this one inheritance, but he had barely scratched its early depths.

He halted briefly, his eyes growing intense as a weightier matter surfaced. "One thing is certain," he stated deliberately, "this technique is far too powerful to belong to a third rate force like the Black Dragon Clan."

The deeper his reflection, the firmer his belief that the Black Dragon Inferno Furnace Art was no common legacy. Its learning difficulty alone elevated it beyond typical disciples, and its promised might matched that stature.

"From its complexity and depth, I would say this is something that should exist within a first rate force," he continued, his tone reflective.

Max stayed quiet for several seconds before giving a light head shake, setting those notions aside temporarily. He realized questioning Mathew Grimes directly was the path to uncovering the technique's true roots.

For the moment, pressing matters took priority. A soft smile reappeared as he stretched casually. "I am hungry," he mumbled while heading for the door. "Let's see what she has made."

Leaving his room, Max proceeded to the kitchen, finding Isabella perched silently on a chair with closed eyes, seemingly awaiting his arrival for a while.

The instant he stepped in, her eyes flew open, and she rose swiftly, her face turning from serene to vigilant. "You finally came-" she started, but her sentence cut off sharply as her stare fixed on him.

Her eyes bulged in astonishment sensing the aura radiating from him. "Wait… your cultivation…" she uttered, her voice quivering with incredulity. "You have reached the peak of the Rebirth Realm?"

Merely one day had passed since entering his training space, yet his power had leaped dramatically. From the third level of the Rebirth Realm, he surged straight to its pinnacle—a feat that demanded years or decades for most.

Max offered only a mild smile at her shock, treating it as commonplace. "I used the resources I obtained from the Dark Phoenix Clan and the Heavenly Kirin Clan," he explained evenly. "I had been wanting to use them for a while, so I decided to push my cultivation as far as I could this time."

He stopped for a second before noting with mild frustration, "Although I must say, their resources were still not enough. I could not break through to the Law Awakening Realm."

With a gentle shake of his head, dismissing those lingering ideas, Max regarded Isabella steadily and said, "Let's eat."

Isabella held back her reply at first. She studied him intently for a moment, her look brimming with tangled shock and rumination, then pivoted toward the kitchen.

As she retrieved the ready dishes, her mind raced silently. 'This guy is a complete monster!' she mused, keeping her face composed while her pulse quickened. 'Even if someone has access to all the resources in the world, it is impossible to refine them so quickly. No matter how talented one is, it would still take at least two or three years to properly absorb and stabilize that kind of power.' Her view of Max grew ever more absurd the longer she dwelled on it.

Had Max caught her inner monologue, he would have just grinned. Unlike regular cultivators who painstakingly processed every bit of energy over ages, his devouring talent let him skip those hurdles completely.

What seemed an endless, torturous grind to others turned into a swift, streamlined process for him—a secret edge propelling him beyond the pack.

Before long, Isabella set the dishes on the table and served them mutely. Max settled in and ate leisurely, savoring each bite.

After a few mouthfuls, his features eased as he glanced her way. "I must say, this is one of the finest meals I have ever eaten," he remarked mid-bite, sincerity warming his words.

Isabella showed little response to the compliment. She took her place beside the table and ate in silence. Her demeanor stayed even, unchanged outwardly. She knew her cooking prowess well, excelling there beyond doubt.

To her, such praise from Max felt anticipated, not startling, so she received it nonchalantly.

For some time, they dined wordlessly, the air serene but faintly charged.

Suddenly remembering, Max spoke up amid his eating. "By the way, how does one awaken the Imperial Bloodline?" he inquired casually, though his gaze sharpened subtly.