Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1455 Surpassing Zain?

The display projection shook intensely while Max pushed onward into the eleventh level. The fires in that place weren't just burdensome anymore; they felt like rulers, with every thread of law bearing down in an overwhelming manner.

As he ventured further, the air grew even more stifling. The elders, who had traversed the Path during their own younger days, now experienced a sense of constriction in their chests just from observing.

Matthew Grimes shattered the thick quiet.

"Zain made it to the midpoint of the eleventh level, right?" he asked steadily, his gaze locked on the display. "The ten thousand five hundred mile point."

Victor Veron gave a gradual nod.

"Indeed. He hit ten thousand five hundred miles until the force became too much. It was a remarkable feat."

Henry Lumin crossed his arms, his face grave.

"In such depths, the flame laws cease to be random in the usual way. They start shaping organized realms. Simply staying upright there proves incredibly challenging."

Lilith Carol shot a quick look at the group before she voiced her thoughts.

"Should Max aim to beat Zain's achievement, he'll have to endure a much sharper level of force than at the edge."

Every gaze shifted back to the projection.

Max proceeded with caution at this point. His strides were measured, each slower than the last. The eleventh level formed a whole new realm unlike the tenth. The force squeezed from every angle, challenging not just bodily stamina but also resolve and insight.

"He's nearing ten thousand one hundred miles," Victor whispered.

A subtle wave swept over the assembled disciples.

"Is it possible he's going to exceed Zain?"

"That would place him unmatched in this era."

Matthew Grimes stayed pensive.

"It's within reach," he stated softly. "He's already equaled what we thought only Zain could achieve."

Henry Lumin's eyes narrowed keenly. "Should he pass ten thousand five hundred miles, this challenge will be his alone."

Lilith Carol's mouth lifted slightly. "That would shift the family equilibrium even more."

Garry Heron at last contributed, his tone icy and scornful.

"You're all thinking too highly of him."

The remaining family leaders looked his way.

"The eleventh level differs from the tenth," Garry went on. "Zain attained ten thousand five hundred miles via pure determination and power. Beyond that, the force multiplies rapidly. Max won't progress much more."

His words held strong conviction.

"He might inch ahead somewhat," Garry continued, "yet topping Zain's mark seems improbable. The gap between stepping into the eleventh level and mastering half of it is enormous."

Victor Veron examined Garry's face.

"You appear very confident."

Garry's stare stayed on the projection.

"I understand the dread the force turns into after the ten thousand three hundred mile point," he replied levelly. "Zain withstood it thanks to his Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body. What counter does Max have against the flame laws? None. He's used odd techniques so far. Those won't work in this place."

Matthew Grimes held off on replying right away. He just observed Max's form take another step.

Ten thousand two hundred miles.

Flames erupted fiercely around him.

The strain among the elders grew tauter.

Would he decelerate?

Would he stumble?

Or would he keep driving toward the ten thousand five hundred mile threshold that marked Zain's limit?

The whole Black Dragon Palace held its breath in suspense as Max delved further into the eleventh level.

While Max progressed through the initial area of the eleventh level, his actions stayed purposeful, yet his thoughts weren't entirely on the burdensome fires encircling him. Much of his attention directed inside, monitoring the shifts in the Chaos Tree.

Upon entering the tenth level, he had detected faint alterations in the flame branch. Now, in the eleventh level where the law energy proved far thicker and cleaner, those alterations stood out unmistakably.

The initial leaf that sprouted a bud kept throbbing with timeless light, consuming the nearby energy at a staggering pace. Yet Max saw that the other four leaves weren't idle anymore. Their edges gleamed softly, and under their golden shine, a gentle bulging had started to appear.

He sensed it plainly.

These four leaves approached full capacity.

The vast quantity of law energy gathered from the earlier levels had built up to a pivotal limit. They weren't just holding insight any longer. They were readying for evolution.

"It's just a question of when," Max muttered softly while moving ahead amid the choking flames. "One more bud will appear."

This idea sparked both wonder and eagerness in him.

He concentrated intently on the first bud. It had expanded a bit since forming, though it stayed small and firmly shut. Its presence felt serene and timeless, nothing like the wild fury of the surrounding flames. It emitted a vibe akin to facing the entrances to his personal dimensions. Depth lay inside it, something expansive and boundless.

"I can't help but ponder what this bud will develop into," Max breathed quietly.

His interest was real.

The bud already took in nearly every bit of golden energy near him. Actually, it pulled in so much that the turbulent flame laws close by faded clearly, letting him advance with greater ease than the eleventh level should permit. The force still weighed on his frame, but the law opposition itself lessened wherever he was.

He couldn't avoid pondering.

Should this bud keep drawing in such huge volumes of law energy, what would it finally turn into? All that purified flame law energy was sure to solidify into something remarkable. It couldn't just become a tougher leaf. It must be beyond a simple idea.

Maybe an actual law.

Maybe something superior.

He lacked the answer.

Yet his gut feeling indicated that the bud's final form would prove exceptional. It would be something wondrous, able to redefine his grasp of the Chaos Tree completely.

With these ideas flowing in his head, his progress didn't halt.

Ten thousand one hundred miles.

The projection over the observation area shimmered lightly as the figure showed up.

A murmur ran through the onlookers.

Max kept going.

Ten thousand one hundred and fifty miles.

The flames bellowed more fiercely, their force heightening as he went deeper. The earth under his boots seemed weightier, the atmosphere denser. Still, he stayed calm, his breaths even.

Ten thousand two hundred miles.

He drew nearer to the upcoming benchmark, and the eleventh level had barely started unveiling its full extent.

Within, the Chaos Tree throbbed gently.

Without, the blaze stormed.

And Max kept striding.