Laura followed imdiately after him. As she stepped onto the surface of Cyrus, the sa terrifying pressure and raging flas engulfed her body. Her reaction was more composed, but the strain was evident as her shoulders dipped slightly under the weight.
She clenched her teeth and persevered, forcing her cultivation to harmonize with the world around her. Forty five seconds later, the flas receded, and the gravity eased its grip. Laura let out a soft breath as she regained full control of her movents and walked to Carl's side.
Then it was Max's turn. He looked at the surface of the Cyrus in with a light smile. 'I wonder how long will it take to adapt here.'
He stepped forward calmly, his expression relaxed as if he were rely taking a stroll rather than facing a trial that had already crushed several disciples. The instant his foot touched the ground of Planet Cyrus, the world seed to roar at him.
The gravity slamd down with overwhelming force, and violent flas surged up around his body, swirling chaotically as the laws of the world reacted to his presence.
Max felt the pressure clearly, but instead of resisting it blindly, he closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. His body responded instinctively. His cultivation circulated smoothly, his foundation steady, and his Dinsional Sovereign Body began to adapt almost imdiately.
The fire licked at his skin, curling around his body as if testing him, but it failed to burn even a strand of his clothes. It was as though the flas themselves hesitated, uncertain how to assert their authority over his existence.
The influence of the fla laws weakened to the point of near irrelevance, rendered almost nonexistent by his Dinsional Sovereign Physique, his Dinsional Immunity, and the presence of the Dinsion of Flas within him.
His Dinsional Immunity passively reduced the impact of any elental law tied to a dinsion he possessed, and since flas were one of his domains, the violent fla laws of Cyrus lost most of their effect the instant they touched him.
At the sa ti, the remaining laws of the world were quietly suppressed by the adaptability of his Dinsional Sovereign Body, a physique that adjusted to hostile environnts with terrifying efficiency.
Even the crushing gravity that had forced other disciples to struggle ant nothing to him, as his physical body was already powerful enough to disregard pressure of this level entirely.
Barely a few seconds passed.
Before most of the disciples could even blink, Max straightened his posture and took a step forward.
Then another.
By the ti five seconds had passed, the flas had fully receded around him, and the oppressive pressure of Planet Cyrus had completely settled into insignificance. Max walked calmly across the ground as if he were strolling on an ordinary cultivation field, soon arriving beside the other top geniuses without the slightest sign of strain.
Silence fell over the star shuttle.
"What… what just happened?"
"Did he already adapt?"
"That was less than five seconds. I did not even finish counting."
"Impossible. Even Aden needed ten seconds."
"Is he even human?"
Shock rippled through the crowd in waves. Disciples stared with wide eyes, so unconsciously gripping the edges of the shuttle, others forgetting to breathe altogether.
"He did not bend even once."
"The flas did not burn him at all."
"The gravity did nothing to him."
"Who is this guy really?"
Even those who had witnessed Aden's ten second adaptation and Jane's twenty seconds now felt their understanding crumble. What they had just seen completely overturned their sense of scale.
This was not a matter of talent alone, nor was it sothing that could be explained by cultivation realm. It was an overwhelming gap in foundation, physique, and existence itself.
Just then, recognition finally dawned on so of the disciples standing inside the star shuttle. A few widened their eyes as they stared at Max's back, and within monts, voices began to rise in disbelief.
"It is Max!"
"The one who took away the Sword of the Sword Sovereign!"
"That is him. No wonder his face looked familiar. He is the one who took the Sword of the Sword Sovereign!"
The uproar spread rapidly as more disciples connected the dots. What had been pure shock monts ago began to transform into sothing closer to stunned acceptance.
"Now that I think about it, this actually makes sense."
"Of course he could adapt in less than five seconds. He is the one acknowledged by the Sword of the Sword Sovereign."
"Soone like that breaking common sense is not strange at all."
"I think only Max could do sothing like this."
"He is the chosen one after all."
As those words echoed through the crowd, the atmosphere subtly shifted. The disbelief surrounding Max's effortless adaptation to the laws and pressure of Planet Cyrus slowly faded, replaced by a strange sense of inevitability.
After all, this was the sa person who had accomplished sothing far more absurd by claiming the Sword of the Sword Sovereign, an act that many had once believed to be impossible.
Compared to that legendary feat, adapting to the environnt of Cyrus in a few seconds no longer seed so inconceivable. The disciples exchanged glances, their earlier shock giving way to awe mixed with resignation. In their hearts, a silent understanding took root.
If it was Max, then perhaps this was only natural.
Below, Aden finally turned his head and glanced at Max, his calm eyes narrowing slightly for the first ti. Jane's composed expression wavered, a trace of disbelief flickering across her face. Even Dale, who had been standing with crossed arms and an arrogant sneer, stiffened as realization struck him.
Less than five seconds.
That single fact echoed in the minds of every disciple present, leaving behind a chilling certainty.
This Thirty Six Hall Grand Trial had just revealed a monster far beyond what anyone had anticipated.
"This disciple of yours is truly a wonder, Virelia," Elder Roger said from high in the air, his gaze fixed on Max as unmistakable admiration surfaced in his eyes.
Elder Virelia followed his line of sight and smiled faintly, her expression calm yet carrying a quiet pride that she did not bother to hide. "He truly is a wonder," she replied softly, her voice steady as if this outco had always been within her expectations.
The other elders exchanged glances before turning toward her, their expressions filled with a mixture of amazent and genuine respect.
One after another, they offered their congratulations, acknowledging her foresight and discernnt in accepting such a disciple. To them, this was no longer rely a matter of talent or luck.
A disciple who could adapt to the oppressive laws and terrifying pressure of Planet Cyrus in re seconds was nothing short of monstrous, even by the standards of the Black Dragon Palace.
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