Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

”It is a bone fragment of a Red Horn Dragon,” Seraphina explained. ”Not an ordinary beast, but a true draconic descendant whose cultivation once reached the Divine Lord Realm before it fell. This fragment retains traces of its flame essence and bloodline imprint. It is highly compatible with Black Dragon lineage cultivation.”

A subtle murmur spread among nearby disciples.

The Red Horn Dragon was not a trivial existence. Such a bone fragment could be refined into weapons, used to enhance bloodline resonance, or serve as a catalyst for breakthrough in flame based techniques. Its value was immense.

Seraphina’s eyes locked onto Virelila. ”If my Twenty Third Hall wins, this bone will be mine to keep. If your Thirty Third Hall produces the highest pillar achiever, the bone will be yours. Of course if your hall lose, you will have to give the Three Harmony Purple Flower to me.”

The dome’s distant flame light reflected off the crimson surface of the dragon bone, making it glow ominously.

Lady Virelila’s expression had turned completely solemn now. She understood the weight of this wager. Seraphina had her eyes on on her purple flower. It was a low Divine Tier treasure that could be helpful to any Divine Lord experts like them.

Accepting meant placing the pride of the Thirty Third Hall and a valuable treasure on the line. Refusing would signal hesitation, perhaps even lack of confidence before the other halls.

”You seem confident,” Lady Virelila said quietly.

Seraphina smiled faintly. ”I am indeed confident and you should know why.”

For a brief moment, silence stretched between them. Max could sense Lady Virelila’s mind moving rapidly. The Thirty Third Hall had talented disciples this time. She knew their strengths. She also knew the capabilities of the Twenty Third Hall, whose aggressive cultivation style often produced explosive performers in flame based trials.

The Red Horn Dragon bone pulsed faintly in Seraphina’s hand, its heat brushing against the surrounding air.

Finally, Lady Virelila spoke.

”If you are willing to place such a treasure on the line, then I have no reason to refuse.”

Her voice was calm, but the gravity behind it was unmistakable.

”I accept your wager.”

A faint spark of satisfaction flickered across Seraphina’s eyes.

”Very well,” she replied smoothly. ”Let the Path to Eternal Flames decide which hall stands higher this time.”

With that, she withdrew the dragon bone and turned fully toward her disciples, her confidence unwavering.

Lady Virelila remained still for a moment longer before glancing at her own disciples. Her gaze was steady, yet the weight of expectation had subtly increased.

Max understood immediately.

”You all just witnessed what happened,” Lady Virelila said solemnly as she faced the disciples of the Thirty Third Hall. Her gaze moved across each of them, steady and unyielding. ”Do your best and go as deep into the Path to Eternal Flames as you possibly can.”

Her voice carried quiet authority, not loud yet powerful enough to press upon their hearts. The disciples standing before her nodded in unison. They had seen the exchange with Elder Seraphina. They understood that this was no longer merely a trial for personal advancement. Their hall elder had placed a valuable treasure on the line. Pride, reputation, and resources were now intertwined with their performance.

Each of them felt the weight of that responsibility.

As the murmurs within the dome grew and the First Hall prepared to begin their turn, a separate voice entered Max’s mind.

”As for you, Max, I mainly agreed to this bet because of you.”

Max’s eyes flickered slightly as he recognized Lady Virelila’s voice transmission. He did not show any outward reaction.

”Because of me?” he replied mentally.

Lady Virelila gave the faintest nod, though her expression outwardly remained calm and composed as she continued addressing the other disciples.

”The bone of the Red Horn Dragon is one of the most suitable treasures for you at this stage,” her voice echoed clearly within his consciousness. ”I have observed your physique closely. Your body has already surpassed the limits of ordinary disciples, and you have opened one of the Seven Divine Veins.”

Max’s gaze deepened. She had indeed noticed.

”I do not know every detail regarding the path of the Seven Divine Veins,” Lady Virelila continued thoughtfully, ”but I am aware of one crucial aspect. Those who cultivate that path must ensure steady progression. If the opening of the divine veins falls behind or becomes unstable, the growth of their primary cultivation, your Divine Essence cultivation, will eventually stagnate.”

Max nodded subtly. That was precisely the danger he had been cautious of. The Seven Divine Veins required tremendous energy and resources to unlock. Without proper nourishment, the foundation could become unbalanced.

”This Red Horn Dragon bone is a treasure of Low Divine Tier,” Lady Virelila explained, her tone firm yet encouraging. ”It contains refined flame essence and residual draconic vitality. If refined properly, the energy within it could provide the force necessary to push open your second divine vein.”

Her mental voice carried quiet confidence.

”That is why I placed my purple flower on the line for it. Compared to that bone, my treasure is of lesser significance for your path.”

Max’s chest tightened slightly at her words.

”I will not disappoint you, Master,” he responded sincerely through voice transmission.

”You do not need to thank me,” Lady Virelila replied, a faint smile touching her lips though no one else could see the private exchange unfolding between them. ”If you wish to claim that Red Horn Dragon bone, you must surpass every disciple of the Twenty Third Hall in this trial.”

Her tone shifted subtly, becoming heavier.

”And you should know this in advance. Isabella Lumin, the Saintess in training, belongs to the Twenty Third Hall.”

The words struck Max like a silent thunderclap.

For a brief moment, the golden glow of the Path to Eternal Flames seemed to intensify in his vision.

He had not expected that.

If Isabella Lumin belonged to the Twenty Third Hall, then the difficulty of this wager had risen to another level entirely. It was not merely about outperforming strong outer disciples trained in flame specialization. It was about surpassing the Saintess in training, a bearer of the Imperial Bloodline whose potential was acknowledged by the entire clan.

Max’s expression turned extremely solemn.

The Red Horn Dragon bone was no longer simply a reward. It had become a symbol of a confrontation he could not avoid. To obtain it, he would need to step beyond ordinary limits and stand above not only Zain Heron if he encountered him in comparison, but also Isabella Lumin within the context of this hall based competition.

The Path to Eternal Flames stretched before him, glowing steadily as though aware of the storm quietly gathering within his heart.

This was no longer a passive opportunity.

It was a challenge.

And if he wished to claim the treasure that could open his second divine vein, he would have to carve his name deeper into those eternal flames than anyone from the Twenty Third Hall.

Including the Saintess herself.