Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1621 Weapon Master Trial!

Elder Cael then slowly lifted his right hand. The space behind him began to ripple and warp. Shortly after, a multitude of colossal stone gates materialized from thin air, hovering ominously above the platform. Each gate was intricately carved with symbols of distinct weapons, exuding an aura of ancient martial intent that permeated every surface.

One gate, representing the sword, emanated a sharpness so profound it felt as though onlookers would be physically cut just by looking at it. Another, depicting a spear, stood with an imposing presence, akin to a battlefield general. The sabre gate radiated a savage, untamed ferocity. Additional gates symbolized bows, daggers, staffs, hammers, axes, chains, and numerous other weapon disciplines.

Merely witnessing this display sent a surge of excitement through the assembled disciples.

"The first trial commences now," Elder Cael announced, "It is the Weapon Master Trial."

A wave of keen anticipation swept through the younger generation present.

"This is not a test of mere physical strength," he clarified. "It is a trial designed to gauge your perception, your inherent affinity, your level of comprehension, and the solidity of your martial foundation."

He gestured with his hand towards the ethereal gates that floated in the air.

"Within each portal lies a Weapon Hall. Every disciple here has the freedom to select the weapon path that resonates most strongly with their being. Upon entering, you will encounter lingering essences, potent inheritances, and the imprints left behind by past masters who once mastered these very paths."

The expressions on the faces of many of the gathered geniuses shifted dramatically upon hearing this.

For disciples hailing from third-rate factions, merely catching a fleeting glimpse of advanced weapon techniques was a rare and precious gift. The chance to directly interact with the legacies of true masters presented an opportunity that might very well be singular in their lifetimes.

Elder Cael continued speaking in his measured, even tone.

"The extent of what you can gain rests entirely upon your own capabilities. Should your innate talent prove insufficient, you might emerge having learned nothing of value. However, if your fundamental training is robust, you possess the potential to significantly deepen your understanding. And for those with truly extraordinary perception, even a single day within these halls could irrevocably alter the trajectory of your chosen weapon path."

His concluding statement reverberated through the hearts of many, striking them with the force of thunder.

Lucia's eyes immediately narrowed with intense focus.

Isabella's demeanor became noticeably more serious than moments before.

Even Lady Virelia, standing amongst the ranks of the elders, displayed a flicker of surprise that she made no effort to conceal.

Max's gaze locked firmly onto the sword gate.

Elder Cael addressed them once more.

"You shall be granted one full day within the confines of the Weapon Master Trial. Once the gates seal, your achievements will be evaluated based on your demonstrated performance and spiritual resonance."

He slowly lowered his hand, and a deep, ancient hum emanated from the towering gates.

"Now, advance."

"Select your destined path and demonstrate whether you truly possess the qualities worthy of being called geniuses."

The instant Elder Cael completed his gesture, the numerous ancient gates suspended in the sky began to vibrate intensely.

Profound rumbling sounds echoed throughout the expansive plaza as luminous lines spread across the gates' surfaces, resembling veins awakening from dormancy. Ancient runes, which had lain quiescent for an immeasurable duration, suddenly ignited one after another.

Sword intent, spear momentum, sabre's ferocity, the weight of a hammer, the precision of an archer's bow, and countless other martial auras surged outwards from the gates, imbuing the very air with a palpable heaviness.

Then, with a thunderous tremor that shook the entire plaza, the gates swung open.

The vistas beyond each portal remained indistinct from the outside. Every entrance was veiled by a swirling vortex of light, obscuring the world contained within. Nevertheless, the potent auras spilling forth from each passage were enough to send the hearts of observers into a frenzied rhythm.

The gathered prodigies could no longer maintain their composed composure.

One by one, disciples affiliated with the various third-rate factions surged forward, drawn towards the weapon paths they had diligently cultivated. Some advanced with unbridled excitement, while others moved with a quiet, self-assured confidence. A great many bore expressions etched with fierce determination, keenly aware that this singular opportunity could well dictate the course of their futures.

A towering young man clad in crimson armor let out a boisterous laugh as he charged towards the sabre gate, several companions following closely in his wake. A woman of elegant bearing, adorned in silver robes, glided gracefully towards the bow gate, her slender fingers already poised upon the string of her spirit bow.

Two formidable disciples, each bearing colossal hammers, advanced towards the hammer gate, their strides resembling those of walking mountains. Everywhere the eye could focus, talented youths were making their choices, embarking upon the roads most suited to their individual aspirations.

The plaza, which had been densely populated moments prior, rapidly transformed into a dynamic, flowing river of movement.

Within the contingent of the Black Dragon Clan, Lucia cast a glance first toward Max, then towards Isabella.

A subtle smile graced her usually placid features.

"It appears our paths diverge here, for the present."

She addressed Max first.

"Do not subject yourself to embarrassment within."

Her gaze then shifted to Isabella.

"And refrain from succumbing to excessive arrogance should you achieve more than others."

Isabella responded with a soft, dismissive sound, though the corners of her mouth betrayed a hint of amusement.

Lucia offered them a brief nod.

"I wish good fortune to both of you."

Without awaiting their reply, her figure vanished in a swift flash, moving forward.

With swift, decisive movements, she navigated the throng, reaching the spear gate. The ancient portal seemed to acknowledge her arrival, a faint resonance emanating from it. Lucia then passed through the shimmering light, vanishing completely.

Max observed her disappearance before turning his attention to the sword gate visible in the distance.

"She wields a spear?" The sight of her entering the spear gate surprised him. He hadn't witnessed her use any weapon up to that point.

Beside him, Isabella was already gazing in the same direction.

A brief silence fell between them.

The sword gate stood majestically, far surpassing its neighbors, its surface etched with innumerable crossed blade marks that hinted at a history of ceaseless combat. A frigid yet noble sword intent wafted from within, compelling many sword cultivators to instinctively stand straighter.

Isabella finally broke the silence, her voice imbued with a calm pride.

"See that you don't lag too far behind once we're inside."

Max offered a slight smile.

"You should be more concerned about yourself."

A flicker of competitive spirit ignited in Isabella's eyes.

Then, the two moved as one.

They traversed the open space side-by-side, attracting the curious glances of nearby disciples who detected their extraordinary auras. One exuded the noble bearing of the Imperial Bloodline, while the other possessed a subtle keenness that unsettled those around him.

Upon reaching the threshold, the sword gate quivered almost imperceptibly, as if welcoming the newcomers.

Max cast a final glance at the swirling vortex of light beyond the entryway.

Without a second thought, he stepped forward.

Isabella entered beside him at the very same moment.

Their forms dissolved into the sword gate as the light consumed them entirely.