Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1611 Meeting Master!

"Fine," Max responded with an affirmation.

With a mere thought, he opened a bridge to the Dimension of Genesis.

The very fabric of space warped beside them, and Isabella emerged from the concealed world into the expansive mountain basin of the Black Dragon Palace. A swift glance around confirmed her familiarity with the surroundings before her attention settled back on Max.

"So, we have returned."

A subtle smile touched Max's lips.

"We have. And you must prepare yourself thoroughly."

His voice shifted, adopting a more serious cadence.

"The Smelting Trial at Violet Star Palace is imminent. Make the most of these seven days. Enhance your strength to the greatest extent possible."

Isabella's eyes instantly lit up.

The Smelting Trial was a name she was well acquainted with. For disciples hailing from lesser factions, the opportunity to contend in such an event was both a significant chance and a mark of recognition.

"I too will be participating?" she inquired.

Lucia interjected before Max could reply.

"Your selection was virtually assured given you are the Saintess of the Black Dragon Clan. Now, cease this idle chat and commence your preparations."

Isabella let out a soft snort but offered no further protest.

Her gaze then returned to Max, a subtle smile gracing her features.

"See to it that you do not surge too far ahead of me once more in merely seven days."

Max let out a soft chuckle.

"I was about to offer you the same admonition."

She playfully rolled her eyes, though amusement remained evident on her countenance.

With those exchanges concluded, Max departed, leaving the two women near the platform to discuss clan matters, potential trial contenders, and strategic preparations.

He then turned his course towards the more secluded sectors of the Black Dragon Palace, proceeding alone.

Majestic halls loomed before him, exuding an air of antiquity and solemnity under the vast mountain sky.

Before long, Max found himself at the threshold of Lady Virelia's private office.

The familiar corridor leading to her chambers retained the same serene authority it had always possessed. Walls fashioned from dark stone, adorned with ancient carvings, spoke volumes of the Black Dragon Clan's rich history, while faint defensive arrays pulsed subtly beneath the flooring.

Even after the recent cascade of events, the act of returning here evoked a peculiar sense of grounding.

He raised his hand and delivered a firm knock.

"Enter," a voice called from within.

Without a moment's hesitation, Max pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Lady Virelia was comfortably ensconced on a plush couch positioned near a low table, upon which tea had already been arranged. Shafts of sunlight pierced through the side windows, casting a warm luminescence upon the room, softening the otherwise stern austerity of the office.

Max advanced into the room and took a seat on the couch directly opposite her.

Lady Virelia observed him for a prolonged period before her eyes narrowed slightly.

"It appears Orion was quite beneficial to you," she remarked. "You departed at the fifth level of the Law Awakening Realm and have returned at the eighth. Such advancement transcends what one might achieve through mere sightseeing."

Max offered a wry smile.

"Certain events transpired."

He then commenced recounting fragments of his experiences on Orion. He spoke of the hidden domain, the ensuing chaos amongst the assembled factions, the perils lurking within the restricted zones, and the series of incidents culminating in the confrontation with Sword God Palace. However, he meticulously excluded any details pertaining to matters that required discretion, including the profound personal dividends he had reaped.

Lady Virelia listened attentively, her composure unwavering as she gracefully sipped her tea.

Upon his conclusion, she gently placed her teacup down.

"I have already been apprised of much that transpired," she stated. "The accounts from Orion have disseminated across this region of the Divine Realm."

Her gaze intensified.

"Those who managed to escape the secret domain returned in a state of profound shock. The majority are still incapable of articulating the true nature of the events within. They recall only the overwhelming suppression from an unfathomably powerful entity one moment, and the next, they inexplicably found themselves back on Orion."

Max gave a slight nod.

"That description aligns closely with the sensation."

He leaned back slightly.

"At one instant, we faced the very real possibility of demise, and in the succeeding moment, we were alive. Whatever the underlying reality, I cannot fault the outcome."

Lady Virelia cast a brief, searching look his way, a clear indication that she suspected he possessed knowledge beyond what he had disclosed, yet she chose not to probe further.

Instead, she shifted her line of questioning.

"I also received word that the four Primarchs of the Primordial Race made an appearance."

Max confirmed with a nod.

"Indeed, they did. Even observed from a distance, their very presence was utterly awe-inspiring."

Lady Virelia's expression turned grave.

"Beings of such caliber seldom move without substantial cause. Their personal involvement suggests that something within that domain held immense significance."

Her focus then shifted once more.

"And then there is the matter concerning Sword God Palace."

Max maintained a composed demeanor.

A faint curve graced Lady Virelia's lips.

"You certainly possess a talent for attracting trouble. To incur the wrath of Sword God Palace is an accomplishment few ordinary disciples manage within a lifetime, yet you achieved it during a single excursion."

Max cleared his throat lightly.

"The initiation of hostilities originated with them. They coveted my sword, and their shameless pursuit escalated to the point where they sought to take my life to seize it."

"Still, you managed to defeat the Young Miss from the Sword God Palace."

Despite this, a hint of amusement danced in her eyes.

She went on to say,

"I also heard about your dealings with the War God Palace."

Her gaze grew more profound with each word.

"Forging even a temporary pact with a first-rate power like the War God Palace has significantly elevated your standing. Many factions now perceive you, and by extension, the Black Dragon Clan, in a new light."

Max offered a slow nod, indicating understanding.

"I comprehend."

Lady Virelia clasped her hands in front of her torso.

"Excellent. Then grasp this truth as well."

Her tone became considerably more resolute.

"In precisely seven days, the delegation destined for the Violet Star Palace for the Smelting Trial will embark. You are no longer merely another promising disciple."

She locked her gaze directly with his.

"You shall serve as one of the primary representatives for the Black Dragon Clan during the event."

Max straightened his posture almost imperceptibly.

She elaborated further,

"Your reputation has already begun to precede you. Certain individuals acknowledge you as the one linked to the Sword Sovereign's legendary weapon. Others are aware of your clash with the Sword God Palace. Still others know that the War God Palace extended you open respect."

Her emphasis became more pointed.

"Such renown is beneficial, but it carries inherent dangers."

Max remained silent, absorbing her words.

"At the Smelting Trial, talented individuals from numerous third-rate forces will be in attendance. Some will undoubtedly seek to test your might. Others will aim to publicly shame you. A few might target you with the sole intention of undermining the Black Dragon Clan's current surge in influence."

She leaned forward marginally, her voice dropping.

"Therefore, utilize these coming seven days judiciously. Fortify your cultivation. Perfect your techniques. Do not succumb to complacency due to the events that transpired on Orion."

A faint smile touched Max's lips.

"Complacency was never part of my plan."

Lady Virelia observed him for a beat, then bestowed a nod of approval.

"Good."

She gracefully raised her teacup once more.

"Because, whether you embrace it or not, a multitude of eyes are now poised to witness if you genuinely merit the considerable attention your name has garnered."