Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1371  Treasure Hall

Soon, they arrived at the Reporting Hall of the Thirty Third Hall. The building stood solemnly at the heart of the district, its dark stone walls etched with ancient draconic runes that glowed faintly, giving off an air of authority and order. Disciples entered and exited quietly, their expressions serious, as if even raising their voices here would be considered disrespectful.

”Go and report yourself,” Carl said calmly, stopping at the entrance and gesturing for Max to proceed.

Max nodded and stepped inside. The interior was far simpler than he expected, yet it carried a weight that made him straighten his posture unconsciously. A long counter stretched across the hall, behind which several deacons sat, processing disciples one after another.

A short line had already formed, and Max joined it without drawing attention to himself. The disciples ahead of him were mostly young, their expressions a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, as though this single step would define their standing within the Thirty Third Hall.

Only a few minutes passed before Max reached the front.

”Next,” the deacon behind the counter said in a flat, professional tone.

Max stepped forward and handed over his token. The deacon took it, his fingers brushing lightly across its surface as he examined the markings.

For a brief moment, his brows furrowed, and he lifted his gaze to study Max more carefully, as if checking whether he had misread something or whether the person standing before him truly matched the token in his hand. The silence stretched for a heartbeat longer than usual, drawing a few curious glances from nearby disciples.

Finally, the deacon did something to the token, imprinting additional information onto it with a faint flash of light, before handing it back. ”Here,” he said evenly. ”You may proceed to the Treasure Hall and select three items.”

Max accepted the token and inclined his head slightly before turning and walking away from the counter.

As his figure disappeared from view, the deacon let out a quiet breath. ”A disciple at the sixth level of Divine Rank, yet carrying this level of privilege,” he muttered under his breath. ”This one has some serious backing.”

Outside, Max returned to where Carl and the others were waiting.

”How did it go?” Carl asked, his tone calm though his eyes were attentive.

Max smiled faintly and raised his token. ”I am registered as an outer disciple.”

”What?” Sam blurted out, his eyes widening in disbelief.

George stared at the token as well, his expression stiff. ”That makes no sense. He is only at the sixth level of Divine Rank.”

Their reactions were sharp and immediate, unable to reconcile what they had just heard. Only Carl and Laura remained composed. Carl understood all too well that Maxʼs status had little to do with his cultivation realm and everything to do with who stood behind him, while Lauraʼs gaze toward Max grew even more thoughtful.

”I was also told to pick up three items from the Treasure Hall,” Max added casually, as if it were an afterthought.

”What?” This time, even Laura could not hide her shock.

In the Thirty Third Hall, even seasoned outer disciples had to earn the right to select a single item from the Treasure Hall through merit or contribution. Being granted the privilege to choose three items upon joining as an outer disciple was something unheard of, something that had never happened within the hallʼs history.

In that moment, it became painfully clear to everyone present that Max Morgan was not entering the Thirty Third Hall as an ordinary disciple, but as someone who had some good backing.

”Let us head to the Treasure Hall then,” Carl said with a smile as he turned and began leading Max forward. Truthfully, he was not surprised by the privileges Max had received.

Anyone personally recommended by Lady Virelia, or more precisely Elder Virelia, was bound to receive exceptional treatment. That was simply how things worked within the Black Dragon Palace, where oneʼs backing often spoke louder than cultivation realm.

If Carl had known that Max was not merely recommended by Lady Virelia but was in fact her true disciple, then everything that had happened so far would have made even more sense to him.

The rest of the group followed behind Carl and Max. Laura, in particular, had grown increasingly curious about Max, and she walked with a thoughtful expression, her gaze occasionally drifting toward him as if trying to see through the layers that hid his true depth.

Her close friend let out a quiet sigh before following after her, clearly accustomed to Lauraʼs instincts when something unusual appeared. George and Sam also trailed behind, though their earlier confidence had faded, replaced by unease and curiosity they did not bother hiding.

Before long, the group arrived at the Treasure Hall. From Maxʼs perspective, calling it a hall felt inaccurate. What stood before him was a towering structure that rose high into the air, its dark exterior reinforced with layers of ancient materials and formations that pulsed faintly with Divine Essence.

It looked far more like a massive tower than a hall, and Max could not help but wonder why it was not simply called the Treasure Tower.

They entered the structure, and the interior revealed itself to be vast and quiet. A few disciples moved about within, but the place was largely empty, giving it an austere and almost oppressive atmosphere.

Rows of sealed chambers lined the walls, each one radiating a different aura, some subtle and others sharp enough to make Maxʼs instincts stir.

”Who needs a treasure?” a rough voice suddenly barked.

An elderly man with a perpetually angry expression appeared before them, his brows drawn together as if the entire world had personally offended him. He looked like someone who was irritated by existence itself.

”Elder Soren,” Carl said respectfully, inclining his head. ”This is Max. He has been authorized to select treasures.”

Elder Soren looked Max over several times, his sharp gaze lingering longer than necessary. ”A cultivator at the sixth level of Divine Rank, practically a mortal by Divine Realm standards, and yet he is allowed into the Treasure Hall,” he said with a low snort. ”Interesting. Very interesting. Show me your identity token, boy.”

Max nodded and handed over his token without hesitation.

The moment Elder Soren saw it, his eyes narrowed sharply. He recognized the mark instantly.

ʼLady Vireliaʼs personal sign?ʼ His expression did not change outwardly, but inwardly his thoughts raced. ʼSo this disciple is under her protection. That explains everything. Only someone under her care would be granted such privileges without question.ʼ

”Come with me,” Elder Soren said curtly as he turned and began walking deeper into the Treasure Hall.

Max followed him, while Carl and the others trailed behind in silence. As they moved further inside, the auras around them grew denser and more profound, and Max could feel that whatever awaited him deeper within this place would not be ordinary by any means.