Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1370  Four Tiers of Disciples

As Max stepped out of the room, he immediately noticed a young man standing nearby, appearing to be in his early thirties, dressed in simple yet refined robes that carried the subtle dignity unique to disciples of the Black Dragon Palace.

"You must be Junior Brother Max," the young man said with a friendly smile as he extended his hand. "I am Carl Grims."

"Senior Brother Carl, it is nice to meet you," Max replied with a smile as he shook Carl's hand. The moment their palms met, Max felt a faint but unmistakable sense of danger, a quiet pressure that made his instincts stir. Just like many of the people he had encountered since arriving in the Divine Realm, he could not see through Carl's cultivation at all. However, unlike others, Carl's presence carried a restrained sharpness that made Max certain his strength was well beyond the sixth level of the Rebirth Realm.

"Junior Brother, I have heard quite a lot about you," Carl said as he turned and began walking, motioning for Max to follow him toward the Thirty Third Hall. "You ascended as a mortal, yet you defeated the Grim Gladiator while still at the sixth level of Divine Rank. Because of that, your name spread faster than wildfire, reaching even the seven main families of the Black Dragon Palace."

He continued calmly, "In fact, there was a discussion among them regarding who would recruit you. Two families stood at the forefront, our Grims Family and the Heron Family. In the end, you were brought under the Grims Family's banner."

Max nodded lightly as he listened. He already knew that regardless of the outcome, he would never have chosen to join any family other than the Grims Family, especially after what had transpired in the Divine Colosseum.

"Senior Brother Carl," Max asked after a moment of thought, "can you tell me more about the Thirty Six Halls of the Black Dragon Palace?"

Carl glanced at him with a faint smile and nodded. "The Black Dragon Palace is divided into Thirty Six Halls, and all disciples are classified into four tiers across these halls. The first tier is outer disciples, whose cultivation is within the Rebirth Realm. They form the foundation of the palace, but their access to resources is quite limited."

He continued steadily, "Above them are the inner disciples, who have reached the Law Awakening Realm. Inner disciples are granted more privileges and are considered valuable assets, but they are still far from the core of the palace. After that come the core disciples, whose cultivation has entered the Law Refinement Realm. From this tier onward, a disciple truly begins to enjoy the real resources, inheritances, and protection of the Black Dragon Palace."

Carl's expression grew more serious as he concluded, "At the very top are the true disciples, cultivators at the Law Manifestation Realm. They are the strongest geniuses nurtured by the palace and are treated almost like future pillars. From what I know, the Black Dragon Palace has fewer than one hundred true disciples in total. They are incredibly rare, and every single one of them is a figure capable of shaking their generation."

As Max listened, he silently absorbed every word. The structure of the Black Dragon Palace was far more rigid and competitive than he had imagined, and it made one thing very clear. In this place, strength was not just important. It was everything.

As they continued talking, the massive outline of the Thirty Third Hall gradually came into view. It was nothing like what Max had imagined. Instead of a single building or a simple hall, the Thirty Third Hall resembled an ancient city unto itself, sprawling across a vast area.

Stone structures with deep black and dark bronze hues stood alongside more advanced constructions that pulsed faintly with Divine Essence. Wide streets connected towering halls, training grounds, libraries, and residences, creating a strange harmony between something ancient and something unmistakably advanced.

To Max, it felt like a city that had evolved over countless eras, never abandoning its roots while constantly absorbing new elements of the Divine Realm.

Carl led Max deeper into the Thirty Third Hall, heading toward the place where new disciples officially reported and received their status. As they walked, Max could feel the dense Divine Essence growing more refined, as though the very ground beneath his feet had been tempered by generations of powerful cultivators.

On the way, a small group of disciples approached them. There were four in total, two women and two men, all dressed in the standard robes of the Thirty Third Hall. One of the women stepped forward, her gaze sharp and confident.

"Carl, what are you doing here?" she asked. Her name was Laura, and her voice carried a calm authority that suggested she was not an ordinary outer disciple.

Max observed the group carefully. Just like Carl, he could not see through the cultivation of any of them. However, unlike the others, Laura gave him the same subtle sense of danger that Carl did, a restrained pressure that hinted at great strength hidden beneath composure. The other three felt ordinary in comparison, at least to Max's instincts.

"This is a new disciple, Max," Carl said as he introduced him. "I am taking him to report to the Thirty Third Hall."

"Is he your servant?" one of the men asked bluntly. His name was George, and his tone carried a trace of mockery.

"With that level of strength, he must be a servant," another man, Sam, added with a laugh, clearly unconvinced that Max could be anything more.

Laura, however, did not join in their amusement. Her expression turned serious as the name Max settled in her mind. She had heard that name before, whispered across ascension planets and discussed in hushed tones. The mortal who had defeated the Grim Gladiator. The realization made her look at Max anew, her gaze sharper and more focused.

"Let us go," Laura said after a brief pause, her interest clearly piqued. "I will accompany you to the Reporting Hall, Carl."

Carl nodded, accepting her offer without hesitation, and the three of them resumed walking toward their destination. Behind them, George and Sam exchanged glances, their curiosity now outweighing their earlier disdain. After a moment of hesitation, they followed as well, eager to see what kind of disciple this Max truly was.

As they moved deeper into the Thirty Third Hall, Max could feel it more clearly than ever. This place was not just a hall within the Black Dragon Palace. It was a battlefield of ambitions, where countless talents gathered, each striving to rise above the rest, and where only those strong enough would ever leave a lasting mark.