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title: "Chapter 1204: Arrival of the Seven Divine Lords"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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"White Lotus Ice Essence is strong enough," Max muttered quietly, his gaze lingering on the spot where Mike had been moments ago. He was testing the power of the essence within him, trying to gauge how effective it truly was.

The results spoke for themselves. Mike hadn’t even lasted a heartbeat before he was frozen solid, his body turned into a sculpture of pure frost. That alone told Max everything he needed to know about the potential of this new power.

He had always suspected that the White Lotus Ice Essence might be something extraordinary, but witnessing it firsthand solidified that thought. Its destructive stillness carried the same depth of dominance that his black flames did.

The two were opposites in nature—one devouring, the other freezing—but in terms of strength, they were nearly equal.

"It’s good that he died," Nero said with a light smile as he walked closer, the chill in the air still lingering faintly. "He got what he deserved after that sneak attack. It’s poetic, really."

Max gave a faint shrug. There was no triumph in his expression, no satisfaction in his victory. His tone remained calm and indifferent when he replied, "That was the only outcome. Those who try to kill me don’t get second chances. They never have."

It wasn’t arrogance; it was fact.

Max had long stopped showing mercy to those who sought his life. In the path he walked, hesitation meant death, and he had learned that lesson early. Every person who had raised their hand against him had paid the same price—absolute annihilation.

Mike was no exception.

"Anyway," Nero said, glancing around as his expression turned more serious, "the seven leaders should be arriving soon. The Divine Platform has already served its purpose, and now it’s their turn to announce the results of this entire trial."

"They’re already here," Max said, a small smile curving at the edge of his lips. His eyes flicked toward the distant horizon.

His Three Dimensional Body allowed him to sense the slightest disturbance in energy, and he had felt their approach even before Mike’s challenge began. "They were watching from the moment he issued that challenge. They just haven’t revealed themselves until now."

Nero raised an eyebrow, visibly surprised.

"They’re already here?" He turned his head, scanning the surroundings, but even with his heightened perception, he couldn’t feel anything unusual. "I can’t sense a thing."

"Of course you can’t," Max said softly. "Their power isn’t something you can perceive easily. They’ve transcended the normal limits of what we understand as strength."

As if to confirm Max’s words, the air around them suddenly trembled.

A deep, resonant hum spread through the sky as the world itself seemed to bend under the weight of unseen power.

The atmosphere thickened, and several geniuses instinctively backed away, clutching at their chests as an overwhelming force pressed down on them.

Then—without warning—seven figures appeared in midair.

Each of them stood still, their presence alone enough to command silence from everyone below. Their forms were shrouded in divine radiance, faint but unmistakably powerful. Every breath they took seemed to affect the very flow of energy in the world.

The geniuses stared in awe. The sheer density of the aura around the seven was suffocating. It wasn’t killing intent or hostility—it was simply the weight of existence of beings who had surpassed the boundaries of the mortal plane. Their power was too vast, too complete, for ordinary souls to withstand.

Even Nero found himself stiffening slightly under the pressure, his brows furrowing as he exhaled sharply. "Their momentum alone... it’s like standing under a collapsing mountain," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Max remained silent, his expression calm as he looked at the seven figures. He had already anticipated this reaction. For the rest, the appearance of the Seven Divine Lords was overwhelming. For him, it was expected.

One by one, the seven descended, their auras stabilizing just enough for the others to breathe again.

The strongest geniuses of every world bowed instinctively, not out of fear but out of reverence.

"You all did well," Old Man Second said, his voice carrying easily through the vast silence of the core region. It was neither loud nor commanding, yet every genius present heard it clearly, as if his words resonated directly within their souls. His tone was calm, patient, and proud, the kind of voice that could only belong to someone who had watched countless generations rise and fall.

He stood at the center of the seven figures, his golden aura flowing gently like sunlight over calm water. His eyes moved across the gathered geniuses, lingering for a brief moment on Max before continuing toward the others.

"In fact," he said with a faint smile, "this batch of geniuses has performed better than any other since the founding of the Heavenly Lord’s Secret Domain. It has been a long time since we have witnessed such talent gathered together in one generation."

The geniuses below couldn’t contain their excitement. Murmurs spread quietly among them, their expressions lighting up with pride. To receive praise from one of the Seven Divine Lords was no small thing. For most of them, it was a moment they would remember for the rest of their lives.

Old Man Second nodded once more before continuing, "And as is tradition, we seven will each take disciples from among you—those who have shown excellence, comprehension, and potential worthy of being guided by the hands of the Divine."

The air around the Seven Lords rippled faintly. Each of them turned their gaze toward the group of geniuses, and the world seemed to still under the weight of their attention.

Old Man Sixth was the first to move. His figure shimmered faintly with an aura of crystalline frost, his very presence lowering the temperature of the entire arena. The air around him glittered with fragments of white light, resembling falling snow.

"The twins," he said simply, his tone quiet yet filled with authority. "Chris and Christine. You will follow me."