Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1442 Mysterious Chaos Tree!

"The Chaos Tree isn't merely a vessel for me to collect every concept into a single form," Max whispered, his eyes drifting far away as the surrounding flames bellowed more fiercely, battering his skin like a raging tempest. "Something more profound exists."

He shut his eyes again and concentrated on the massive tree inside his inner realm. The golden fiery leaves kept shining with intense light while threads of flame power flowed into them. Every leaf throbbed softly, almost as if it were alive and inhaling. The limb appeared even more lively now, its channels aglow with liquid brilliance.

Max reflected intensely, declining to hasten his judgment. He recalled all the encounters he'd shared with the Chaos Tree.

Just a single idea emerged sharply from the core of his mind.

"A genuine law," he breathed out.

Concepts served as the starting point only. They acted as pieces, partial grasps of a much vaster reality. A concept resembled a brief sight of the truth. Yet a law represented the truth in its organized, whole state. Laws ruled over being. Laws molded the world. Laws held power that concepts merely mimicked.

He realized the Chaos Tree could contain concepts shaped as leaves. Each leaf stood for a piece of insight. But what if one such concept achieved full maturity and advanced into an actual law? Would that leaf change form? Would the branch experience a profound shift? Would the whole tree rise to a superior level?

The bright golden light from the fiery leaves didn't seem like mere enhancement. It resembled readiness.

"And this shift could be guiding toward precisely that," Max uttered deliberately, his pulse quickening a touch.

The Path to Eternal Flames wasn't a typical testing area. It brimmed with refined fragments of pure flame law, honed across endless ages. The power present wasn't raw blaze. It bore command. It held form. It hinted at wholeness.

With the Chaos Tree responding so intensely to this setting, Max grasped that this could be a chance impossible to find anywhere else. If the tree truly served as a link from concepts to laws, then here his Flame Concept might leap past its present boundary.

He lifted his eyes and scanned the boundless blaze spanning the sixth layer. The weight no longer seemed a hindrance. It appeared as a smithy.

"If the Chaos Tree acts as a container designed to foster concepts until they grow into laws," he muttered with steady resolve, "then I won't squander this moment."

Rather than fighting back against the crushing flame laws encircling him, Max steadily dropped his barriers and let the nearby power seep further into his frame.

Simultaneously, he directed the Chaos Tree to pull in the golden threads at a quicker pace. The flame leaves blazed more vividly with each inhalation, their light moving from soft glow to a keener, denser intensity.

Amid the thundering ocean of blaze, Max remained still like a solitary spire, but deep within, an age-old force stirred to life.

Should his theory hold true, the Chaos Tree wasn't just an item for holding things.

It formed a birthplace for laws.

"This feels right," Max murmured gently, a subtle grin forming on his lips as insight took root in his thoughts. The crushing fires of the sixth layer no longer seemed a wall to hold him down. They acted as sustenance.

With that realization solid in his core, he began moving ahead once more through the furious blaze. Now, haste didn't drive his steps. Knowing the power here could advance the Chaos Tree, he saw no need to charge blindly to the seventh layer.

The flames howled savagely as he progressed, each stride pulling him nearer to the heart of the sixth layer. The force grew stronger per mile, squeezing the area near him and heightening the flame laws filling the atmosphere. His garments whipped in the fierce waves of warmth, but his face stayed serene.

Five thousand eight hundred miles.

Five thousand eight hundred and fifty miles.

Five thousand nine hundred miles.

Upon arriving at the extreme edge of the sixth layer, five thousand nine hundred miles in, Max halted at last. The nearby flames had thickened to warp sight, and the flame laws in this spot were much cleaner than elsewhere in the layer. Rather than pressing on, he eased down to the earth and settled in a cross-legged pose amid the scorching tide of fire.

"I'll grasp the flame laws for the Cosmic Path and absorb the powers here for the Chaos Tree," Max considered as he shut his eyes and slipped into deep contemplation.

His breaths evened out. The outer realm slipped from his awareness while his mind split into two sharp flows. One dove into decoding the flame laws flowing through the sixth layer, breaking down their build and following their flows.

The other steered the Chaos Tree to consume the nearby golden threads more effectively, purifying and directing them into the radiant flame leaves.

Beyond the Path to Eternal Flames, the display on the huge viewing displays sparked clear bewilderment among the watchers.

As they watched Max arrive at the core of the sixth layer and then settle calmly into contemplation, numerous elders creased their brows.

They hadn't foreseen him hitting his boundary this early.

In the Path to Eternal Flames, practitioners typically only paused to sit when they couldn't push onward. Contemplation then aimed to adjust to the strain and try to surpass their bounds. Sitting signaled effort, not assurance.

Due to this shared view, almost all believed Max had met his peak.

A soft derisive sound came from the observation area of the Twenty Third Hall.

"Humph. I actually thought this Max could match Isabella and Zain," Seraphina remarked with a mocking chuckle, her stare locked on the display of Max positioned in the sixth layer. "Looks like I judged him too highly."

A few elders from the Twenty Third Hall laughed in agreement, their prior strain melting into arrogant pleasure.

One elder shook his head and commented, "Halting at the sixth layer counts as solid for his cultivation stage, but it pales against real prodigies."

Seraphina directed her look at Lady Virelia, her mouth bending into a broad grin loaded with challenge. "Got your wager loss ready?"

Lady Virelia's face stayed unchanged. Her stance kept its graceful poise as she observed the display in silence. After a short delay, she answered calmly, "We'll discuss it once the trial concludes."

Seraphina huffed lightly. "Humph. Fine then."

She turned her focus back to the main display featuring Isabella's image. Right now, Isabella had ventured into the ninth layer. Her outline was ringed by searing white fires, but her steps stayed fluid and firm.

On a different display, Zain positioned even farther along. He had crossed into the tenth layer, his presence flaring like an ascending star as he moved forward steadily against crushing force.

Trailing them at the rear of the sixth layer, Max rested cross-legged in total quiet, apparently falling well back.

For the watchers, the gap in layers said it all.

For Max, though, the real shift was only starting.