Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1447 Ejection from the trials!

Without waiting for any additional replies, an abrupt ripple suddenly surged inside the Path to Eternal Flames.

Isabella's image on the display trembled fiercely.

In that very moment, a burst of radiance wrapped around her frame, hurling her out of the challenge. She materialized beyond the enormous barrier enclosing the Path, plummeting swiftly until she touched down close to the cluster of elders and the leaders of the Seven Families.

A ripple of whispers spread among the onlookers.

Nearby, numerous disciples had already settled down or stood in silence, having been whisked away much earlier once they hit their breaking points. Unlike them, Isabella's emergence held much more significance. The aspiring Saintess had pushed all the way to the tenth level prior to her removal, a feat that distinguished her from almost all others there.

Isabella balanced herself after hitting the ground, her breaths coming deep yet steady. Traces of the tenth level's fiery essence still hovered subtly around her, evidence of the fierce trial she had faced.

"Isabella, you did well."

Seraphina Vale hurried past the assembled disciples and reached her side, her face showing obvious commendation. She rested a firm palm on Isabella's shoulder while speaking, her tone affectionate but authoritative.

"You've made it to the tenth layer. That's achievement enough to rank you with the best of your peers. It's plenty. I'm quite pleased."

Isabella pulled herself upright even as weariness tugged at her muscles. A subtle grin formed on her lips as she dipped her head in deference.

"Thank you, Master," she answered earnestly.

Even with the toll of the tenth layer weighing on her form, her eyes automatically shifted to the huge display panels floating over the stage. Just two silhouettes lingered visible in the Path to Eternal Flames.

One belonged to Zain, his fiery outline still holding against the brutal force of the eleventh layer.

The second one made her gaze sharpen.

Max.

He sat in lotus position amid the eighth layer, encircled by twisting fires but holding utterly motionless.

"What? Max is still in the Path to Eternal Flames?" Isabella exclaimed, her astonishment spilling out uncontrollably. Real disbelief flashed across her features as she fixed on his stationary shape.

She'd figured he'd been ousted way ahead of her.

Seraphina Vale caught her surprise and offered a gentle smile.

"Don't worry about him," she advised in a soothing, steady voice. "He's progressing at a snail's pace. He barely got to the eighth layer after wasting so much time in contemplation on lower levels. Right now, he's sitting there once more. Who knows if he can even muster the power for the ninth."

Her statement held a quiet brush-off.

At those words, the tightness on Isabella's face eased a bit. She let out a soft breath, a mild wave of ease washing over her.

"Looks like I thought too highly of him," she murmured inwardly.

To her, the eighth layer didn't deserve any praise. Next to the overwhelming blaze she'd survived in the tenth, sticking in the eighth seemed trivial. Seeing Max still in meditation there led her to think he was stuck, unable to push on.

She gave a small shake of her head, a hint of scorn passing through her eyes.

In her view, that kind of power couldn't measure up to hers at all. She was sure it wouldn't take long for Max to get booted from the Path to Eternal Flames.

Before more thoughts could form, a fresh commotion stirred over the stage.

A mighty burst of fire power exploded close to the dome's edge.

The screen displaying Zain shook wildly.

The next second, a fiery shape blasted out from the Path to Eternal Flames and dropped toward the earth.

It was Zain.

His frame hit the ground solidly near Isabella, echoes of the eleventh layer's power still emanating from him. His garments were singed along the hems, and light scorch lines ran over his arms. He stayed on his feet, but it was obvious he'd battled through tremendous hardship.

He'd delved far into the eleventh layer, yet ultimately, the ferocious fires had overpowered him. The suffocating force and savage flame principles had briefly blacked him out, activating the trial's safeguard and yanking him away by force.

A surge of amazed chatter rolled through the disciples and elders assembled.

Zain gradually regulated his breaths, his look serious but poised. Defeat hadn't dimmed his bearing with any embarrassment.

After all, he'd breached the eleventh layer.

And that feat had already etched his legacy into the Black Dragon Clan's annals.

"Haha, Zain, you did well."

Garry Heron marched up boldly, his pride plain to see, his chuckle echoing over the stage as he neared his kin. He clapped a strong hand on Zain's shoulder without pause, delivering a hearty thump, his gaze gleaming with delight.

In that instant, Garry brimmed with victory.

A scion of the Heron Family had ventured into the eleventh layer of the Path to Eternal Flames. That success by itself would boost the family's standing for ages.

Though Zain hadn't neared the twelfth layer, Garry harbored no disappointment whatsoever. To him, the twelfth layer stood as a fabled realm no one at the Rebirth Realm had ever breached in the Black Dragon Palace's long history.

The notion of accessing the twelfth layer at that cultivation stage was pure legend.

For Garry, conquering the eleventh was triumph enough. It was a milestone that would let the Heron Family proclaim Zain's glory for hundreds of years. Ballads would echo. Annals would record. His name would shine among the clan's greatest talents.

"You've honored the Heron Family," Garry declared resolutely, his tone brimming with elation. "The eleventh layer is no trivial feat."

Zain bowed his head in respect, ignoring the weariness still gripping his body.

"Thank you, Family Head," he responded evenly.

Though his energy had faded from its peak amid the inferno, his stance stayed erect. Weariness clouded his eyes, yet fulfillment lingered too. He'd driven himself to the brink in the eleventh layer. Even in loss, no disgrace tainted him.