Chapter 560: Creating History...Again
Outside the Nine Dragons Painting, a tense silence settled across the arena as all eyes remained locked on the ancient mural. The instructors and gathered geniuses watched intently, tracking the glowing dots that represented the participants still undergoing the trials inside.
One by one, those dots had flickered out—each disappearance marking the failure or removal of a challenger. Until, at last, only a single dot remained.
All others had been kicked out.
All but one.
That one dot, unmoving for what seemed like an eternity, glowed steadily on the seventh floor. And everyone watching knew exactly who it belonged to.
"...He’s taking too long," Jason muttered, arms crossed, a frown shadowing his face. "He’s been stuck on the seventh floor for far longer than expected. Honestly, he should’ve either advanced or been kicked out by now. I don’t think that Supreme Master—especially that elf—would toy with anyone. Either you pass or you don’t."
Lucia, standing beside him with her arms also folded, stared at the lone dot. Her voice was cool, but laced with interest. "Do you think he’ll make it? Enter the eighth floor?"
Jason exhaled. "Honestly? No. It’s practically impossible. Only a few ever entered the eighth floor, and those were the most monstrous beings in history—legendary prodigies who stood above everyone else. In our generation? Nobody. Not a single genius has managed to reach that floor. I don’t think Max is the exception to that."
"Hmm." Lucia nodded slowly, her gaze unwavering, fixed on the single glowing dot in the painting. Though her words were neutral, her expression betrayed the intensity of her thoughts.
A short distance away, Lady Virelia stood in silence as well. Her usually calm and distant demeanor was strained with focus. Her eyes hadn’t moved from that seventh floor dot in what felt like an hour.
She said nothing, but her clenched fists and tightened jaw revealed the storm of thoughts racing through her mind.