Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1439 Heading Deeper!

Max's thoughts grew clearer as the thrill slowly yielded to clear-headed logic.

Grasping a genuine Cosmic Path lay far beyond his present level. While his base was sturdy, it fell short of the Divine Lord Realm needed to lock in such a vast course. Pushing to understand it right now would just shake up his cultivation.

Slowly, he lifted his eyelids, staying seated in meditation.

"At this point, fully understanding the Cosmic Path is out of reach for me," he pondered intently. "Still, that doesn't stop me from getting ready for it."

He brought to mind the route he'd selected for his sword.

During his sword intent cultivation, he hadn't just taken in every idea without thought. Instead, he'd honed a specific angle. He'd picked a path for his sword to pursue. That focus brought unity to his intent, letting it build steadily instead of spreading out.

This same idea could work here too.

Since seizing the whole Cosmic Path of flames wasn't possible, he'd at least set the course for how his flames ought to develop.

Would they stand for total wipeout, wiping away every barrier with crushing decisiveness?

Would they signify targeted ruin, sharp and complete?

Would they symbolize rebirth from devastation, building power via cleansing?

Any of these picks would steer toward a completely distinct route.

Max let the incoming flame power flow through him again, this round not just putting up with it but studying its details closely. He checked how each idea within it connected with his bloodline and body.

His bloodline reacted lightly to particular flame traits, especially ones tied to control and utter elimination.

But another part of him pushed back against sheer destruction.

His sword hadn't been shaped by wild wrecking. It had been honed via focus and guidance. A guidance of cutting off emotions from the path.

Maybe his flames also needed intent over disorder.

Max's breaths deepened as he kept meditating inside the third pillar, encircled by silent yet mighty roaring fires.

This challenge wasn't just about going beyond Isabella anymore.

It had turned into a chance to form the base of what lay ahead for him.

And that insight held way more worth than mere quickness.

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And that insight held way more worth than mere quickness.

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Nearly two hours into his meditation, Max gradually parted his eyes.

The surrounding flames showed no sign of weakening. In fact, they appeared thicker and more choking than earlier. But the real shift was inside him. His awareness had grown keener. The wild heat didn't assault his form like a furious gale anymore. It seemed organized, tiered, nearly see-through in its purpose.

With no delay, he started moving again.

Having seized the core secret of the third pillar, his steps transformed. He didn't have to probe each flicker of fire entering him now. He knew ways to sift the incoming power, to spot its idea-based strands without getting swamped.

His pace surged ahead sharply.

Two thousand four hundred miles.

Two thousand five hundred miles.

Two thousand seven hundred miles.

Two thousand nine hundred miles.

His form pressed on steadily, but with a flow totally unlike Isabella's prior burst of speed. No wild speeding up here. Just accuracy. His Divine Essence flowed even, and the flame laws grazing him got broken down instead of fought off.

Before long, he entered the fourth pillar.

The shift hit right away.

The golden-red tint grew richer, and the force ramped up to a point that made even veteran disciples halt. Max's eyes flicked a bit as he spotted a bunch of disciples meditating nearby.

"Is that the lead bunch?" he thought to himself quietly.

A few carried the feel of the front group that had passed the first pillar before him. But now they sat with shut eyes, working to steady under the rising strain of the fourth level.

Max left them alone. He shut his own eyes for a moment.

The force in this spot differed from the third level.

"It's heavier here," he whispered low. "Though the flame laws haven't ramped up much yet."

He soon saw that the start of the fourth pillar focused on straight-down crushing. The flames bore down hard, checking stamina and base before slowly bringing in thicker idea strands.

He opened his eyes again and moved on.

Three thousand two hundred miles.

Three thousand four hundred miles.

Three thousand six hundred miles.

As he pushed further into the fourth pillar, things shifted once more. The heavy crush started mixing with polished flame laws. The idea-energy threads sharpened and packed denser. The farther in, the stronger they hit.

This made him adapt.

He couldn't keep the same steady clip anymore. Every few dozen miles, he'd ease off. Sometimes after a hundred miles, he'd halt to reset his breath and flow. Other times, just twenty or fifty miles in, he'd stop if he felt a thicker law pack in the flames.

Every halt was on purpose.

He saw them not as holdups. They were chances.

He'd stand firm, close his eyes short, watch the exact form of flame law in that area, weave the sense into his grasp, then go on.

This beat became his style in the fourth pillar.

Push forward.

Stop.

Understand.

Tune.

Then push once more.

While some dashed wildly or froze in long sits, Max struck a mix of motion and thought.

One step at a time, mile after mile, he cut his way through the fourth layer.

At last, the heavy red light changed a touch.

The edge of the fifth pillar appeared.

Without fuss, Max stepped over.

The force spiked the second he hit the fifth layer, and the flames around turned a deeper, fiercer color.

He'd now reached the mark to clear the trial as an outer disciple.

As Max went deeper, he started noticing the shapes dotted through the fifth pillar.

Some disciples sat legs crossed amid the rushing flames, faces tight as they fought to even their breaths and cycle energy against the crushing weight. Others kept inching on in uneven pushes, their steps way slower and more strained than prior.

Max's eyes scanned them quick.

He knew a few of those faces.