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title: "Chapter 1372: Trial of the Weapons!"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1379
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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As Elder Soren led Max and the others deeper into the Treasure Hall, his voice echoed steadily through the vast interior. "According to your token, you are permitted to take three items from this place. One weapon, one cultivation art, and one battle art," he said without looking back, as though reciting something he had memorized long ago.

He continued in a measured tone, "For your understanding, all weapons and techniques in the Black Dragon Palace are categorized into three major tiers. These are Saint Tier, Divine Tier, and Immortal Tier. Each tier is further divided into low, middle, and high grades. For example, a Saint Tier weapon of middle quality would be referred to as a Middle Saint Tier weapon. The same standard applies to cultivation arts and battle arts."

Max listened carefully, committing every word to memory. After a moment, he asked, "What tier of weapons and techniques am I allowed to choose?"

Elder Soren finally glanced at him and allowed a faint smile to appear. "That depends entirely on you."

"On me?" Max repeated softly, his curiosity deepening as he tried to grasp the meaning behind those words.

They soon arrived at an enormous hall that dwarfed even the outer chambers of the Treasure Hall. The moment Max stepped inside, his breath unconsciously slowed. The space before him felt sacred and heavy, as though countless years of accumulated power were resting quietly within its walls. The hall was divided into two vast sections.

On one side, thousands of weapons floated silently in the air, each one suspended by invisible forces, radiating its own unique aura. Swords, spears, sabers, halberds, and countless other weapons hovered there, some calm and restrained, others sharp and domineering, their presence alone enough to make weaker cultivators feel pressured.

On the opposite side, countless small books were sealed within translucent blue cubes of light. Each cube pulsed gently, protecting the contents inside while also allowing a faint aura to leak out. The air around that section felt different, more profound, as if each book contained not just words, but the crystallization of someone’s lifetime of comprehension and struggle.

"There are different methods to acquire weapons and techniques here," Elder Soren said as he stopped at the center of the hall and turned to face Max, his eyes gleaming with faint interest.

He then looked at Max directly and asked, "So tell me, what do you want to choose first?"

"I want a weapon first," Max said with a faint smile. During his battle against Mark, his evil sword had been pushed dangerously close to its limit, especially at the moment he had drawn upon even a trace of his Cosmic Path.

He knew very well that continuing forward in the Divine Realm with a weapon from the mortal world would only hold him back.

’From what I can tell that sword should be low saint tier weapon.’ Max thought calmly.

"Go ahead and choose whatever weapon you desire," Elder Soren said with a rare smile as he gestured toward the weapon section of the hall.

Thousands of weapons floated silently in the air before Max, each one radiating its own presence. Swords, spears, sabers, and countless exotic weapons filled the space like a suspended ocean of steel and divine materials.

Max quickly noticed that the truly powerful ones were not close to the ground. The higher a weapon floated, the heavier and more oppressive its aura became, as though the air itself struggled to support their presence.

"Junior Brother Max, the higher a weapon floats, the more powerful it is," Carl explained quietly from behind. "But whether you can obtain it depends entirely on you. If you can hold onto the weapon, then it becomes yours."

"It is that simple?" Max asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Laura let out a soft chuckle before answering. "It is not as simple as it sounds. Why do you not step beneath the weapons and see for yourself?"

Max nodded and walked forward until he stood directly beneath the floating weapons. The moment his foot touched the ground within that zone, an overwhelming pressure descended upon him. It was invisible, yet crushing, as though an enormous weight had suddenly been placed upon his shoulders.

The air grew thick, and even breathing felt heavier. Max instantly understood that this was the true trial. The weapons were not simply floating freely. They were testing those who dared to approach them.

Feeling the pressure settle into his body, Max remained calm and adjusted his stance. "Elder Soren," he asked evenly, "how many chances do I have here?"

"You have only one," Elder Soren replied with a smile that carried a hint of anticipation. "You may attempt to claim any weapon you wish, but you will only be given a single opportunity. Whatever you manage to hold in your hand will be yours."

Max nodded, then asked another question with a relaxed smile. "And I can take any weapon in this hall, regardless of its tier, as long as I can hold it?"

"Of course," Elder Soren answered without hesitation. "That is the purpose of the weapon trial. Strength, will, and compatibility decide everything."

Max lifted his head and looked upward. His gaze did not wander for long. From the moment he stepped into the hall, his attention had been drawn to a single sword at the very top. It shone with a brilliant golden luminance, its radiance standing apart from all the others.

The sword floated higher than any other weapon, nearly touching the ceiling itself, and the aura it emitted was so dense that the surrounding space seemed subtly distorted.

Max felt it immediately. This sword was not ordinary. It carried a presence that resonated deeply with him, as though it were waiting for someone rather than simply resting there. Since he had been given the freedom to choose any weapon as long as he could claim it, there was no reason to settle for anything less than the best the Treasure Hall had to offer.

With his eyes fixed firmly on the golden sword above, Max took a slow breath and prepared himself to reach for it.