Chapter 523: A Daring Choice
Under the gaze of every genius gathered in the hall, Max stepped into the Supreme Hall. The passage was vast, the corridor opening into a space two hundred feet wide, and directly ahead of him stood three enormous metal doors, each one radiating an aura so ancient and intense that it made the air feel thick, as though the Laws themselves bent slightly in their presence.
Each door towered like a silent sentinel of history, lined up against the far wall, and carved into their surfaces were vivid, almost lifelike images of dragons—each distinctly different from the other.
The first door bore the image of a dragon poised with its claws drenched in flames, its eyes cold, filled with slaughter. Etched beside it in bold script were two words: Crimson Reaper.
The second door featured a dragon soaring upward in a tempest of fire, wings outstretched like blades of molten fury—beneath it, the words: Flame Tyrant.
The third door showed a dragon flying through a sky of fire, surrounded by blazing suns and darkness intertwined, the words carved beneath it: Black Sun.
Max paused, breath catching faintly as he stood before the three doors. Even without touching them, the sheer aura each one exuded pressed against his skin like invisible heatwaves.
These weren’t ordinary doors. These were relics, engraved by peerless powerhouses of the Black Dragon Palace—individuals whose mastery of Law had reached terrifying levels.
Each carving wasn’t just art; it was imbued with profound intent, and Max could feel it. Just standing there, the principles of destruction, dominance, and chaos whispered around him in silence. It was enough to make even the most composed genius falter.
But Max steadied himself, choosing not to linger too long.