The tower rose high into the sky, its surface carved from dark stone that bore countless faint patterns etched by ti. It looked ancient beyond asure, as though it had witnessed eras co and go without being moved by the passage of centuries. There were no bright decorations or flamboyant symbols adorning it, yet its simplicity carried an overwhelming presence.
Even from a distance, the aura it released was imnse.
It was not the chaotic pressure of the Path to Eternal Flas nor the oppressive energy of a cultivation realm. Instead, it felt disciplined and orderly, like the silent ranks of an invisible army standing at attention within its walls.
The air around it seed slightly heavier, and a faint vibration could be sensed beneath the surface of the ground as though the tower itself possessed a heartbeat.
So disciples felt their breathing grow shallow as they stared at it.
Grand Elder Waller allowed the silence to linger before continuing his explanation.
"Inside the Combat Legion Tower, you will face projections of warriors ford from ancient battle records stored within the artifact. Each victory allows you to ascend further. Each defeat ends your trial."
His gaze hardened slightly.
"There is no external interference. No assistance. No shortcuts. The tower will test your combat ability honestly and without rcy."
The weight of his words settled firmly over the plaza.
For the disciples, the final trial was no longer an abstract concept. It stood before them in physical form, tall and unmoving, radiating an aura that demanded respect. The Hundred Battles Trial would not be a contest of isolated brilliance. It would be a grinding gauntlet designed to reveal who among them could endure sustained conflict.
Max looked toward the Combat Legion Tower with calm focus. The ancient structure did not intimidate him. Instead, it stirred sothing within him, a quiet anticipation. Compared to the Path to Eternal Flas, which tested endurance against natural force, this tower promised direct confrontation.
Battle.
Consecutive battle.
The final stage of the grand trial had revealed itself, and the towering artifact stood silently, waiting for the first challenger to step forward.
"To win one hundred consecutive battles… this seems interesting," Max muttered quietly to himself as his eyes remained fixed on the towering silhouette of the Combat Legion Tower.
A faint spark of anticipation flickered in his gaze.
It had only been recently that he had comprehended and inherited several new inheritance techniques.
Although he had practiced them and felt their power, he had yet to test them in true combat. Training against illusions or sparring partners could never replicate the pressure of real, consecutive battles where every decision determined survival and advancent.
The Hundred Battles Trial was not rely a contest of strength. It was a stage where techniques either proved their worth or revealed their flaws.
Moreover, since breaking through to the Rebirth Realm, he had not truly challenged himself against an opponent who could push him to his limits. His advancent within the Path to Eternal Flas had been a battle against pressure and energy rather than a clash of wills and skills.
The Combat Legion Tower promised sothing different. It promised confrontation. It promised sustained conflict that would test not only his power but also his endurance and tactical clarity.
Max believed this trial might draw out the best within him.
As anticipation began to rise among the disciples, Grand Elder Waller raised his hand slightly and spoke, "Let us not delay any longer and st—"
His voice abruptly cut off.
The change was subtle but imdiate. Grand Elder Waller's expression shifted as he lifted his gaze toward the sky. The calm authority in his deanor was replaced by a sharp alertness.
The seven family heads, who had been seated with composed expressions monts earlier, also looked upward at the sa ti. Their faces grew solemn, their spiritual senses extending outward without restraint.
"Who dares to intervene at our grand trial?" Garry Heron said, his expression darkening as his aura thickened with restrained hostility.
Cyrus was not an ordinary planet. It was the most sacred world owned by the Black Dragon Clan within the Verdant Sky Star Realm. Strict restrictions surrounded it, and entry was monitored closely. No force would approach casually, especially during a grand trial where the clan's younger generation displayed its strength.
The re presence of an approaching vessel at such a ti demanded attention.
Victor Veron narrowed his eyes as he focused his perception toward the distant horizon. "Perhaps they are not enemies," he said with asured caution. "If they intended hostility, they would not approach with a small star shuttle. Warships would have already ford a blockade."
As if in response to his words, a faint glimr appeared in the distant sky. A sleek star shuttle cut through the atmosphere, descending steadily toward the land of Cyrus. Its size was modest compared to military vessels, yet its construction radiated sophistication and authority.
Henry Lumin stared intently at the approaching craft, his brows slowly drawing together. "That star shuttle," he murmured as recognition flickered in his eyes.
The other family heads imdiately turned their attention toward him.
"You recognize it?" Mathew Gris asked in a solemn tone.
Henry Lumin hesitated for a brief mont before responding. "I cannot be completely certain, but I have seen that design before. If my mory does not fail , that star shuttle belongs to the Violet Star Palace."
"Violet Star Palace?" Mathew repeated, his expression easing slightly upon hearing the na. The tension in his aura softened, though it did not disappear entirely. "Why would they arrive here, and at such a ti when our grand trials are underway?"
Victor Veron exhaled slowly, his gaze never leaving the descending shuttle. "We will find out soon enough."
Below, the disciples had also begun to murmur among themselves, their attention now divided between the Combat Legion Tower and the descending vessel in the sky. The sacred atmosphere of the trial grounds had shifted into sothing heavier, charged with curiosity and restrained caution.
Within monts, the star shuttle pierced through the final layer of clouds and descended toward the land of Cyrus. It did not approach aggressively. Its movents were controlled and precise as it landed not far from the assembled crowd.
The engines dimd, and silence followed.
All eyes were fixed upon it.
The grand trial had been monts away from beginning its final stage, yet now an unexpected variable had entered the scene, and even the most powerful figures of the Black Dragon Clan stood watching with solemn focus.
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