Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1614 Gathering of True Disciples!

Having ascended to the ninth level of the Law Awakening Realm, Max meticulously scrutinized his current state, swiftly arriving at a precise conclusion.

At this juncture, his direct cultivation had reached its absolute zenith; no further advancements were possible through that method alone.

He had already successfully unlocked the third Divine Vein within the Seven Divine Veins, specifically the Vein of Strength. All remaining resources bestowed by the esteemed Lady Virelia had been completely depleted, serving as fuel for his breakthrough to the ninth level of the Law Awakening Realm.

His internal progression hadn't come to a permanent halt, but rather entered a state of dormancy, awaiting the advent of new opportunities.

"My physical form still possesses ample fortitude to unlock the fourth Divine Vein," Max vocalized to himself. "The Vein of Speed should now be within my grasp."

He slowly flexed and then relaxed his hand, keenly aware of the formidable vitality coursing through his being.

"However, the necessary resources are currently insufficient."

The act of opening a Divine Vein demanded more than mere physical resilience; it necessitated an abundance of precious treasures, materials for body refinement, and a substantial reservoir of energy to forcibly breach another ancient gateway concealed within the physique.

Despite this setback, Max remained undiscouraged.

On the contrary, a sharp glint of anticipation entered his eyes.

"The Smelting Trial should provide precisely what I require."

He held a firm conviction that an event co-organized by formidable factions would undoubtedly feature inheritances, treasures, and rare resources far beyond the comprehension of ordinary cultivators. Should fortune smile upon him during this trial, achieving the unlocking of the fourth Divine Vein and reaching the tenth level of the Law Awakening Realm prior to the Cosmic Ascension Conference was an entirely attainable goal.

The mere prospect fueled his determination.

"Therefore, I shall dedicate the remaining time to honing my existing capabilities."

With these words, Max gracefully rose from his seated position within the boundless, white expanse of the Dimension of Time.

"Let us ascertain if the inheritance chambers hold anything novel for my perusal."

He then strode purposefully, entering the Dimension of Flames in pursuit of a new inheritance technique.

Upon exiting the Dimension of Flames, Max did not pause for even a fleeting moment. He continued his journey through a succession of dimensions, navigating the Dimension of Sword, the Dimension of Ice, the Dimension of Light, the Dimension of Lightning, the Dimension of Space, and several other realms intrinsically linked to his burgeoning dimensional inheritance.

Each individual world was furnished with its own unique inheritance chamber, wherein lay carefully preserved techniques from bygone, mighty beings.

Once his selections were finalized, Max made his return to the Dimension of Time. The serene, unending white landscape welcomed him with its characteristic silence—a sanctuary where a single hour in the outside world translated to an entire year within its bounds. The instant he reappeared, his training commenced without the slightest hesitation.

Days elapsed, followed by months, and eventually years. In the outer world, a mere seven days had passed. Within, decades of unyielding cultivation unfolded.

Max practiced his sword techniques with such intensity that every cut, thrust, and parry became an ingrained reflex. He honed his movement arts to the point where transitioning seamlessly between lightning-fast speed, accelerated light-like motion, and ultimate spatial displacement occurred without conscious deliberation.

He refined his close-quarters combat methods until each punch and kick, empowered by the awakened Vein of Strength, delivered truly monstrous force.

Elemental techniques were repeated countless times. He meticulously fused disparate methods, dissected existing flaws, and reshaped inherited techniques into forms that better suited his personal style. Fire-based techniques were imbued with a sharper, more lethal intent.

Lightning arts became remarkably more efficient. Spatial maneuvers grew increasingly elusive and difficult to anticipate. The conclusion of one training cycle immediately segued into the commencement of another. There was no room for idleness, no wasted moments, and absolutely no space for complacency.

By the time the seven days in the external world had concluded, Max had experienced the passage of decades within the Dimension of Time. While his cultivation realm remained steadfastly at the ninth level of the Law Awakening Realm, his actual combat prowess had ascended exponentially.

His aura grew more profound and controlled, his instincts became razor-sharp, and his movements acquired an unprecedented fluidity. A calm, resolute pressure now emanated from him, characteristic of one who had meticulously tempered himself through extended periods of solitude and rigorous combat practice.

Finally, Max slowly opened his eyes, releasing a steady, measured breath. He could distinctly perceive the subtle yet definitive shift in the linkage between the external world and the Dimension of Time.

"Seven days have elapsed," he murmured softly.

With that observation, he departed the Dimension of Time, returning to his personal abode.

The familiar confines of his training chamber welcomed him once more. Max swiftly cleansed himself of the accumulated grime from his arduous training, took a thorough bath, and donned fresh, clean robes.

Subsequently, he seated himself and partook in a peaceful meal. Even sustenance, an utterly mundane affair, felt remarkably revitalizing after decades solely dedicated to cultivation and battle.

At that precise moment, a potent voice reverberated throughout the entirety of the Black Dragon Palace, its proclamation echoing through halls, courtyards, across mountains, and over training grounds like celestial thunder.

"All True Disciples, please report to the Central Region of the Black Dragon Palace."

Max calmly raised his eyes as the announcement echoed throughout the clan's domain. He gently placed the remainder of his food down, rose from his seat, and straightened his robes.

"It is time," he murmured softly.

With that, he exited his residence and made his way towards the Black Dragon Palace's Central Region.

Upon reaching the Central Region of the Black Dragon Palace, the area was already alive with activity.

The Central Region stood as one of the most magnificent sections within the clan's territory. It was constructed upon a colossal elevated platform, encircled by imposing halls, dedicated training grounds, and imposing black stone pillars adorned with intricate dragon carvings. Ancient banners danced in the breeze, and layered mystical formations pulsed with a faint light beneath the surface, underscoring the significance of this locale.

A contingent of true disciples had already assembled at the platform's heart.

Max's gaze briefly scanned them, and his eyes immediately narrowed.

They numbered just over thirty individuals in total.

Some stood with folded arms, exuding an air of calm. Others engaged in hushed conversations with trusted companions. A select few were seated cross-legged, deep in meditation even amidst the growing crowd, as if determined to harness every available moment for their cultivation. While their expressions differed, a singular quality bound them all.

They possessed immense strength.

Each of them was exceptionally powerful.

The collective aura emanating from this group significantly surpassed that of regular disciples. These were the crème de la crème of the Black Dragon Clan's younger generation, handpicked to represent the clan in prominent events.

Max continued his silent, more focused observation.

The majority of these disciples had cultivation levels beyond the fifth level of the Law Manifestation Realm. Several had already ascended to the seventh and eighth levels, their presence steady and commanding. A smaller faction stood out even more prominently, radiating an intense pressure that compelled those nearby to unconsciously maintain a respectful distance.

These few had already attained the ninth and tenth levels of the Law Manifestation Realm.