Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1635 Meeting Saint Reiner again!

Max cast a fleeting glance at them, his look calm and detached, as if their words held no significance whatsoever. He remained unmoved, making no attempt to refute their claims. To him, their accusations were merely insignificant noise.

Just then, Julie's voice resonated within his mind via transmission.

"Pay them no mind," she conveyed.

Her tone maintained its composure, though a subtle undercurrent of understanding flowed through her words.

"Several third-rate organizations here maintain close ties with prominent first-rate powers. The affiliations of those two individuals happen to be connected with the Sword God Palace."

She paused briefly before continuing.

"Given what you did to the young lady of the Sword God Palace, this level of animosity is entirely expected."

Max absorbed her explanation, his expression unchanged.

Subsequently, a faint smile touched his lips as the situation became clear to him.

"Max, what brings you here?"

Jonathan's voice cut through the palpable tension, redirecting everyone's attention.

Max briefly acknowledged him before shifting his gaze toward the imposing structure ahead. His eyes fixated on the Combat Tower, as if he were assessing something far beyond its physical dimensions.

"I've already ascended to the uppermost level of the Combat Tower within the Black Dragon Clan," he stated with composure. "Consequently, I grew curious about the one situated here at the Violet Star Palace."

A subtle shift registered on Jonathan's features upon hearing this. Curiosity sparked in his eyes, though he betrayed no overt surprise.

"You intend to enter it?" Jonathan inquired, a note of interest coloring his tone. A smile then graced his face. "If that's your intention, I can facilitate your entry."

Max turned to face him fully, a flicker of surprise surfacing in his eyes.

"I can?"

He had not anticipated such an offer, particularly from someone he had only recently encountered.

"Naturally, you can," Julie affirmed with a gentle smile, her voice smooth and assured. A natural warmth emanated from her as she glanced at Jonathan before returning her gaze to Max. "Jonathan wouldn't make light of matters concerning the Combat Tower."

The effortless manner in her speech, coupled with the subtle glance she directed at Jonathan, did not escape Max's notice.

Max observed the pair for a short span, after which a knowing smile bloomed on his face. It was a subtle smile, yet it conveyed enough unspoken meaning to cause Jonathan's expression to stiffen momentarily.

A faint blush of embarrassment briefly colored Jonathan's features before he cleared his throat.

"So, are you coming or not?" he asked, attempting to regain his poise, though the preceding confidence in his voice had somewhat diminished.

Max's smile broadened slightly.

"I am," he responded.

"Excellent," Jonathan replied swiftly, appearing eager to move past the awkward moment. "Let us proceed inside."

He turned and commenced walking toward the entrance of the Combat Tower. The individuals who had accompanied him did not follow. Instead, they gradually withdrew, casting a final look at Max before departing the vicinity entirely.

Before long, only the three of them remained.

They reached the tower's colossal entrance, where ancient runes emitted a faint luminescence across its surface. The surrounding atmosphere felt heavier, saturated with an energy that seemed to scrutinize anyone who approached.

Jonathan advanced and extended his hand toward the intricate runes.

His fingers traced over them with delicate movements, activating something unseen.

A subtle alteration rippled through the structure, almost imperceptible, yet undeniably present.

"Proceed and enter," Jonathan instructed without turning. "I have temporarily deactivated the surveillance mechanisms surrounding the tower. Even if you reach the hundredth floor, no alarms will be triggered."

Max's eyebrows lifted slightly upon hearing this.

Such an action was beyond the capabilities of an ordinary disciple.

For a moment, he scrutinized Jonathan more intently, silently re-evaluating him. However, he detected no hostility, nor any concealed ill intent. Whatever Jonathan's motivations might be, they did not appear threatening.

Ultimately, Max offered a nod.

"Thank you," he conveyed simply.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward and pushed open the imposing doors of the Combat Tower.

Then, he proceeded inside.

The instant Max crossed the threshold into the Combat Tower, his surroundings underwent a profound transformation.

There was no sensation of ascending through multiple floors, no gradual transition across the lower levels as one would typically experience. The very fabric of space seemed to fold silently, and in the very next moment, his environment had completely changed.

He found himself standing at the pinnacle.

The hundredth floor.

A vast and ancient hall unfolded before him, exuding a serene grandeur that bore the imprint of countless ages. The very air felt distinct, imbued with a presence that defied simple description. It was not overwhelming, yet it commanded a profound respect from all who entered its domain.

In the heart of that expanse, a familiar form materialized.

A soft, golden luminescence converged, shaping itself into an ephemeral silhouette.

Saint Reiner.

His appearance mirrored his past self—serene and noble, his aura exuding a silent authority that seemed to defy the passage of ages. His eyes settled upon Max, and for a fleeting instant, he regarded him without a word.

Then, a smile gradually graced his features.

"Excellent," Saint Reiner declared, his voice both tender and resonant. "It appears someone has finally conquered the initial tower."

His gaze remained fixed on Max, a subtle hint of commendation present as he observed that the first three divine veins of the Seven Divine Veins had already been unlocked.

Furthermore, there was an unmistakable sense of recognition.

Max wasted no time.

Upon seeing Saint Reiner, he inclined his head respectfully. This was not a gesture of duty, but a sincere appreciation for the individual standing before him.

Witnessing this, Saint Reiner offered a slight smile.

"Such formalities are unnecessary," he stated, his tone tinged with warmth. "You may address me as brother, just as I shall consider you mine."

Max gradually resumed an upright posture, reconnecting his gaze with Saint Reiner's.

Before Max could utter a word, Saint Reiner extended his hand.

A cascade of golden light pooled within his palm, solidifying into a small, archaic scroll. The scroll's surface pulsed with a faint radiance, as if harboring a dormant power poised for activation.