Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1452 Anticipation at its peak!

Through the displayed projection, Max pressed onward into the heart of the tenth level. The fires weren't just disordered anymore. They carried a crushing weight, infused with pure law essence. As he delved further, their thickness increased, bearing down on him like a hidden peak.

"The burden in the tenth level is climbing once more," Max whispered under his breath while stepping ahead.

His movement lacked the rapid dash from the ninth level. It had become markedly slower. Every stride demanded greater exertion. The earth under his boots appeared to push back against him, and the fire laws coiled around in denser patterns.

But he refused to halt.

In his core, the enigmatic sprout on the fire limb of the Chaos Tree kept absorbing power at a staggering speed. Threads of gold streamed into it without cease, sustaining its growth.

Thanks to that, Max didn't have to battle the wild fire laws directly. They lost strength right where he was. Still, the overwhelming force of the tenth level posed a different challenge altogether.

The heaviness bore into his skeleton, hindered his breaths, and made his sinews clench with every push forward.

Nevertheless, he kept going.

From within his inner realm, he examined the sprout with focus.

"It's gradually expanding," he mused steadily. "I'm curious about the outcome once it fully blooms."

The sprout throbbed softly, exuding an timeless and deep presence. Max perceived it hungered for a vast quantity of power to finish. The rate it consumed the environment was already alarming, but still, he sensed it was nowhere near its full form.

This awareness merely fueled his determination to venture further.

Nine thousand four hundred miles.

Nine thousand five hundred miles.

As soon as the projection showed the figure, a hushed wave of surprise rippled over the observation area.

"He's hit the midpoint of the tenth level," Victor Veron declared gravely, his tone subdued but laden with importance.

The words lingered thickly in the atmosphere.

Midpoint.

Only a handful of sect members had ever penetrated that far into the tenth level.

Isabella's breaths turned light as she observed. Her initial astonishment had shifted to tense quietness. Her stare stayed locked on the display, refusing to shift elsewhere.

Max didn't linger at nine thousand five hundred miles.

Nine thousand six hundred miles.

A surge of unease coursed through the assembly.

"Nine thousand six hundred."

"Could he actually near the summit?"

Nine thousand seven hundred miles.

The seniors edged closer without thinking. Some gripped their hands at their backs for balance. Others murmured in astonishment.

"Zain's speed dropped sharply at this point."

Nine thousand eight hundred miles.

The strain in the tenth level showed clearly on the projection. The blazes roared fiercely around Max, their compactness so intense that his outline seemed somewhat blurred. But he persisted, advancing one foot after another.

Henry Lumin's look had turned utterly grave. Any prior notions of rivalry were now overtaken by one clear truth.

This sect member was exceptional.

Lilith Carol let out a measured breath. "He's keeping on."

Matthew Grimes observed with a subtle grin, yet even his gaze carried strain at this point.

Garry Heron's features grew even stormier. His digits clenched hard at his rear. The satisfaction from Zain's feat was now tainted by reluctant recognition that someone else neared mythic status.

Seraphina's stare stayed sharp and icy.

On the display, Max surpassed nine thousand eight hundred miles.

The whole viewing area teetered on suspense.

Not a soul uttered a word now.

They just gazed, eager to witness how much further this unyielding form would travel.

Nine thousand eight hundred and fifty miles.

The projection shimmered slightly while Max's shape progressed amid the furious blaze of the tenth level. The fires had deepened in hue, compacted further, nearly fluid in their ferocity. With each footfall, he seemed to dip a bit into the surface below, as if the realm itself opposed his progress.

Nine thousand nine hundred miles.

The digit flashed boldly on the projection.

A chorus of sharp intakes echoed over the viewing platform.

Max's stride had reduced to a purposeful plod. The force at this range was choking, squeezing his presence and weighing on him like a crumbling heaven. The turbulent fire laws weren't dispersed any longer. They clustered in front of him in solid clusters, weaving in savage twists that obstructed the route to the eleventh level's edge.

But he held his ground.

Over the group, the projection zoomed in on his form as he stayed resolute in the firestorm.

"He's made it to nine thousand nine hundred miles." A senior's tone quivered a touch as he announced it. "Just a hundred miles left until the eleventh level."

The strain among the assembled sect members grew thick.

"Will he make it?"

"Can he actually step into the eleventh level like Zain?"

"This can't be… nobody thought he'd even breach the tenth level."

Victor Veron's eyes broadened slightly as he bent nearer. "Should he conquer this last segment, two sect members will have breached the eleventh level in one trial."

Henry Lumin's face was stern, his attention glued to the projection. "Zain faced huge difficulties in that closing hundred miles. The strain close to the edge exceeds anything we've witnessed yet. It'll demand all of Max's strength to overcome this barrier."

Lilith Carol's words came soft but distinct. "See how packed those fire laws are. They're nearly building a barrier. I seriously doubt Max can pass it."

Matthew Grimes linked his hands at his back while rising from his chair, although his typical poise had stiffened.

"He's not backing off," he noted softly. "If he does breach the 11th level, he'd forge yet another wonder."

On the projection, Max placed one more foot forward.

The blazes erupted wildly, as if provoked by his tenacity. The wild laws amassed in front of him into a huge vortex, sealing the way like a unseen barrier.

"Is he set to break through?"

"Or get halted right here?"

A sect member breathed anxiously.

Seraphina Vale's eyes tightened.

"He can't possibly breach the eleventh level," she whispered to herself. "The tenth level's crest is already past what most achieve."

Garry Heron's chin set firm as he observed.

"If he breaches the eleventh level…" He left the thought unfinished, but its weight filled the space.

High above, Max's shape poised at nine thousand nine hundred miles, with the eleventh level's threshold glowing dimly in the distance.

All those gathered caught their breaths.

Not one risked a blink.

The suspense choked the air.

Would he end here?

Or seize that ultimate stride?