Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1438 The Wonderful 3rd Layer!

"Alright, I will be going ahead for now," Max stated calmly while facing Carl and Laura.

Like an unseen barrier, the force at the second pillar's edge bore down on them, but Max experienced it as a steady burden more than a true blockage. His Divine Essence circulated effortlessly inside him, as the unlocked divine vein quietly drew in and dispersed the approaching warmth with seamless precision.

Carl gave a resolute nod. "Be careful."

Laura fixed him with a grave expression. "Do not underestimate the third layer."

Max flashed them a subtle grin before pressing onward.

As soon as he passed into the second pillar, the nearby flames grew richer in tone. The golden light morphed into a thicker red shade, and the force grew much stronger. The very air turned denser, infused with a ruinous purpose that aimed to invade rather than just burn.

Max noticed the shift right away.

The ideas of flame in this place sharpened and aligned better. The wild side no longer scattered wildly. It throbbed steadily like a heartbeat under the trail. A layer of ruin hid in every surge of warmth.

Still, it couldn't stop his progress.

In contrast to Isabella, who had dashed through this section in a brilliant flash of velocity, Max moved forward at a constant pace. He didn't try to flee the flames. Instead, he let them bear down on him. He sensed their power, their fine changes, and the evolving harmony among their core ideas.

The sole obvious contrast in his journey compared to Isabella's lay in their pace.

She had sliced through the second pillar akin to a bolt of lightning ripping the heavens.

He progressed like a stream etching its way into rock.

Fiery creatures appeared now and then on his route, yet they crumbled beneath targeted bursts of Divine Essence. He avoided haste or unnecessary delays. Every stride held purpose.

Eventually, the edge of the third pillar loomed ahead.

Without pause, Max stepped across into it.

Upon entering the third layer, the environment transformed sharply.

These flames transcended simple suppression. They brimmed with layered ideas. The warmth didn't just weigh on his flesh. It infiltrated his skin and tested his meridians.

He pushed on until he had covered roughly two thousand three hundred miles inside the third pillar.

At that point, he halted.

Carl and Laura, lingering in the second layer, couldn't grasp why he paused. To those viewing the displays, it might seem like doubt.

But Max meant it fully.

He remained motionless briefly, then gently shut his eyes.

The surroundings dissolved into a vast ocean of red glow as he slipped into meditation.

Though the fire origin energy of the third pillar raged fiercely and savagely, it stayed oddly hushed. No wild clamor echoed. No sudden blasts erupted. The flames appeared balanced amid their ferocity, as if held by some unseen rule that preserved flawless stability.

Max sensed he had entered a distinct domain where the flow of time and space followed an altered beat.

The might of fire surged through his frame.

He redirected most of it via his Divine Essence's flow, yet he purposefully permitted a minor amount to slip inside. That bit raced to his acupoints and meridians, filtering into his bloodstream and extending to his extremities.

The feeling burned fiercely.

Should a typical cultivator lacking fire affinity face such an assault, their inner organs would turn to cinders. Their blood would churn hot in their channels.

However, Max's form endured it.

Amid the fiery torrent, he abruptly detected an unforeseen element.

No strand of flame energy invading him proved wholly ruinous.

Each one held complex threads of Fire Laws.

They lurked faintly, nearly concealed, but impossible to ignore.

One flow bore the Concept of Burning Heat, a force that built temperature past any limit. Another held the Concept of Annihilation, keen and total in its drive to wipe out being.

A further thread carried the Concept of Creation, odd yet evident, hinting that fresh beginnings could spark from remains. Yet one more conveyed the Concept of Manifestation, molding shape from formless power.

Every thread stood apart.

Even if two flows shared a broad Concept, their deeper shades varied.

For instance, in the Concept of Annihilation, one form struck like a star crashing from above, shattering everything below in one brutal moment. Another form crept like flowing magma devouring woods, turning vitality to scorched husks gradually.

Both embodied annihilation.

Still, their ways diverged at the root.

Max's breaths grew measured as insight struck.

The Path to Eternal Flames went beyond a mere test of stamina.

It served as a vibrant repository of flame insight.

The third pillar challenged more than raw power. It gauged awareness.

And Max had only started to uncover its real profundity.

"This is wonderful," Max whispered softly, unable to hold back the wonder swelling inside. His eyes stayed shut, but his awareness stretched beyond in unexpected directions. "I can feel all the concepts of flame laws."

A faint shiver rippled through his thoughts from the discovery.

He had anticipated the third pillar to ramp up the strain. He had foreseen fiercer flame beasts and tougher opposition. What he hadn't foreseen was the pure sharpness of the laws embedded in the fire. The flame energy entering his body wasn't wild havoc. It formed patterns, built in levels, and brimmed with clear conceptual purpose.

He could detect the Burning Heat that pushed temperature past endurance. He could grasp the cutting force of Annihilation aiming to dissolve substance at its essence. He could pick out the faint throb of Creation tucked in the glow, the soft vow that renewal might emerge from devastation.

He could even trace hints of Manifestation, where fire forged shape and build from raw power.

These weren't vague senses.

They formed genuine pieces of law.

Max breathed out steadily, his pulse calm yet thrilled.

He hadn't foreseen such richness in just the third layer.

"No wonder cultivators can comprehend the Cosmic Path of flames in this trial," he murmured.

It struck him clearly that the full Path to Eternal Flames wasn't just a passage of blaze. It built from tier after tier of flame laws. Each pillar amplified those laws, and every mile traversed immersed one in conceptual honing.

To master a Cosmic Path, grasping laws at their base proved essential. Lacking pure law exposure, a cultivator would stumble in the dark, trying to craft what they couldn't truly sense.

Yet here, the laws stood exposed.

The ancestor who forged this path had woven his own grasp into its frame. The flames lacked randomness. They channeled expressions of elevated wisdom.