Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1453 Into the 11th Layer!

With all gazes locked intently on him, Max at last began to stir.

Initially, it appeared that no shift had occurred, like he remained rooted under the overwhelming burden of the tenth layer. Next, his foot edged ahead. This basic action, however, carried the sensation of hauling a whole mountain in its wake amid that horrifying force.

The last hundred miles in the tenth layer didn't span a great length, but where the pressure reached its utmost, the very space warped and weighed down heavily. The atmosphere bore heavily on his frame. The earth pushed back against his advances. Even the energy circulating in his meridians flowed with reluctance, as if hesitant to heed his command.

Every stride came with purpose. Every inhale was controlled. The sinews in his thighs quivered beneath the unseen power aiming to flatten him and crush him into the soil. Prominent veins bulged along his limbs and throat while he withstood the devastating force that had long ago compelled numerous disciples to drop to their knees far short of this spot.

The route in front glowed subtly amid the warping of the force, almost challenging him to press on just a bit more.

Beyond the trial area, a hush enveloped the assembled onlookers.

"He is still moving."

A voice murmured the phrase, yet it echoed through the whole viewing chamber.

Across the enormous displays, Max's form looked tiny amid the domineering presence of the tenth layer's innermost zone, but he refused to pull back. He avoided stumbling in reverse.

Instead, he pressed on with unwavering determination. His garments rippled lightly in the fierce streams of packed energy, and with every several paces, his posture sagged a touch as if the force had ramped up again. Still, he never fully buckled at the knees. He never permitted himself to drop down.

"That is the deepest part of the tenth layer."

"No one at his cultivation should even be able to stand there."

The elders who had earlier boasted with assurance now gazed unblinking. Disciples of the seven major families sensed dryness in their throats while measuring his level against theirs. Max lingered merely at the first level of the Rebirth Realm, but he had already outdone disciples at much loftier phases. Such a gap challenged all logic.

Deep in the layer, the concluding segment started to exact its price.

Max sensed a faint groan in his skeleton from the tremendous squeeze. His blood raced wildly in his vessels, fighting against the urge to flow in reverse. His breaths deepened, though his eyes stayed serene.

He avoided peering forward in despair. He skipped clenching his jaw in alarm. Rather, he progressed with careful paces, like ascending an unseen stairway etched into the heavens.

The closing fifty miles dragged on gradually, tormentingly. For those observing, it seemed time had elongated. For Max, every mile turned into a clash of stamina and determination.

The force grew denser nearing the divide between the tenth and eleventh layers, erecting an unseen barrier that repelled anyone short on power.

Max placed another foot ahead and kept advancing. Soon enough, he covered ten more miles.

Nine thousand nine hundred and sixty miles.

The inferno bellowed like an enraged sea, slamming into him from all sides. His pace had turned sluggish. Excruciatingly so. Every advance required vast effort. His presence wavered under the smothering load, but it held firm without breaking.

Inside, the enigmatic sprout on the fire limb of the Chaos Tree kept throbbing rhythmically, absorbing the thick golden power filling this summit area. While the force hammered his form, the chaotic flame laws appeared unable to fully restrain him.

Nine thousand nine hundred and eighty miles.

The observation deck plunged into utter quiet.

Victor Veron bent ahead without thinking. "Twenty miles remain."

Lilith Carol's eyes spread a bit wider. "If he crosses this…"

Matthew Grimes' typically composed features had turned grave. "He is pushing against the very peak of the tenth layer."

Max drew in a deep breath. The blaze in front amassed densely, shaping what looked like a last obstacle. The atmosphere twisted fiercely as the edge to the eleventh layer glimmered softly in the distance.

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety miles.

The force hit its zenith.

A few disciples drew sharp breaths as the image wavered wildly from the raw fury of the blaze encircling him.

"He cannot possibly take another step," someone breathed.

Max raised his foot again.

The action was purposeful.

The chaotic flame laws rushed in, striving to shove him rearward. The soil split slightly under the burden.

And then he moved ahead.

The unseen divide quivered.

For an instant, all seemed suspended.

Next, the image burst into vivid light as Max traversed the last mile and entered the eleventh layer.

Zain had breached the eleventh layer via raw power and steadfast resolve. Max had trailed after, forcing through the end of the tenth layer amid choking force.

Isabella's complexion drained as she looked up, struggling to grasp what she'd just seen.

Seraphina's look stiffened.

Garry Heron's gaze grew even shadowier.

Matthew Grimes let out a gradual exhale.

Even Zain struggled to accept that another disciple had attained the 11th layer alongside him. Only he understood the hardship of piercing the core of the 10th layer, and yet this other prodigy had claimed the 11th layer ahead of him.

Max now positioned himself in the eleventh layer, encircled by blazes far more dread-inducing than those beneath.

The trial had shifted to a fresh domain.

And none among those gathered had foreseen this result.

For a few pulses after Max breached the eleventh layer, the whole viewing platform stayed locked in shocked hush. The display overhead pulsed with the savage fire of the eleventh layer, and amid that torrent of overpowering blaze stood Max's silhouette.

Then the hush broke apart.

"He entered the eleventh layer at the 1st level of Rebirth Realm. He is a monster, a complete monster."

"I now finally understand why only he was the one chosen by the sword of the Sword Sovereign. Only genius like him could be worthy enough to use the sword of the Sword Sovereign."

"To think there will be another genius who could rival Zain and enter the 11th layer. This is marvelous!"

Voices mingled as elders gaped skyward. Most had figured Zain alone would scale such heights in this trial. That notion had felt beyond doubt. Now, it lay shattered right before them.