Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1456 Surpassing Zain!

Gradually, with each resolute step, Max arrived at ten thousand three hundred miles.

The figure displayed vividly on the projection, shimmering softly amid the furious ocean of flames. In the eleventh layer, the force had surged to a nearly intolerable intensity. The blaze there ceased to act as simple power. It bore down with imperial might, as if the skies were delivering verdict upon him.

Still, Max pressed on without halt.

His progress was deliberate, much more measured than in the ninth or tenth layers, yet an unyielding determination marked his every move. From the instant he entered the eleventh layer, he hadn't ceased for even a moment. No meditation breaks. No backward steps.

He just kept advancing.

Beyond the dome, the tension in the air had escalated to extreme levels.

"He has hit ten thousand three hundred miles," an elder murmured, his tone hardly even.

Victor Veron's face had shed its prior calm.

"At this rate, reaching ten thousand five hundred is just a question of when," he stated deliberately. "Zain's record lies ahead."

Henry Lumin looked up, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"I never thought he'd penetrate this far," he confessed softly. "Yet he hasn't wavered at all."

Lilith Carol crossed her arms, her stare fixed intently.

"The scariest thing isn't his velocity," she observed pensively. "It's his steadiness. No hints of breaking down. Remember, this is the 11th layer. Zain struggled immensely to traverse here."

Another elder advanced, his surprise too great to hold back.

"Since he began in the eleventh layer, he hasn't halted a single time. Zain needed several breaks to hit his maximum."

Matthew Grimes let a subtle, insightful grin form.

"That's what disturbs me the deepest," he remarked evenly. "He's not charging blindly. He's persisting and progressing in flawless harmony."

Nearby, the assembled disciples buzzed with mounting incredulity.

"He's bound to exceed ten thousand five hundred."

"It seems unavoidable."

"His speed may be sluggish, but he hasn't paused for even one instant."

Isabella's eyes quivered a bit as she observed. The shame she had endured earlier now shifted to amazed reverence. She grasped the gravity of the eleventh layer. Advancing consistently this far without stopping was beyond her imagination.

Zain's face turned serious too. His hands clenched without thought.

"How can this be? How does he stride so firmly in the 11th layer?!" he whispered to himself. He was stunned. No one else understood the crushing weight he had borne in that layer. It was sheer agony just to shift slightly there. But Max kept pushing deeper into the 11th layer with unwavering resolve.

Garry Heron's features grew even stormier, though he held his tongue at first. The confidence he showed before started cracking against the irrefutable proof unfolding.

Victor Veron at last expressed the idea hovering in all minds.

"Should he keep this tempo, going beyond ten thousand five hundred miles is inevitable."

A profound quiet settled after his statement.

Overhead, Max placed one more foot forward.

Ten thousand three hundred and twenty miles.

The inferno erupted wildly, but he stayed erect.

The astonishment on the elders' and family leaders' faces intensified further.

For the first time, numerous among them genuinely started to think Zain's achievement in the eleventh layer hung in jeopardy.

And as suspicions mounted, the expected occurrence unfolded.

With each calculated stride, Max surpassed ten thousand five hundred miles.

The digit emerged distinctly on the projection, shining amid the turbulent blaze sea in the eleventh layer. For an instant, the whole observation area plunged into shocked hush. The line that defined Zain's limit no longer held.

Max had gone beyond it.

A unified intake of breath rippled through elders and disciples.

"He passed it."

"He has exceeded ten thousand five hundred miles."

"Zain's record is shattered."

Victor Veron breathed out gradually, his sight glued to the projection.

"I honestly didn't foresee this," he uttered quietly. "To outdo Zain's penetration in the eleventh layer… this is phenomenal."

Henry Lumin's look was grave, but acceptance laced his words.

"He's accomplished what we all doubted. Zain's feat was already astonishing, but Max keeps forging ahead."

Lilith Carol's eyes narrowed keenly as she tracked Max's firm form.

"He's neither decelerating nor ceasing. Past ten thousand five hundred miles, he holds the identical cadence."

A close elder shook his head gradually in denial.

"It's beyond just breaching the threshold. It's how he achieved it. No explosive effort, no wild dash. He merely stepped over it."

Matthew Grimes permitted a slight grin.

"This is the true horror," he noted serenely. "He's still in motion."

True enough, in the overhead projection, Max refrained from any triumphant halt or ease. The blaze encircling him heightened as he ventured further into the eleventh layer, but his bearing stayed straight and serene.

Ten thousand five hundred and twenty miles.

Ten thousand five hundred and fifty miles.

The whispers in the throng swelled.

"He's aiming for the eleventh layer's core."

"Is he planning to probe the edge?"

Zain remained mute nearby, his gaze locked on Max's image on the projection. The eleventh layer's burden had made him crumble right at that point. Seeing someone surpass it evoked tangled feelings inside.

Garry Heron's chin set firmly, his prior scorn swapped for stiff quiet. He said nothing, but his rigid stance revealed his inner turmoil.

Victor Veron articulated what thoughts were emerging in many.

"If he sustains this speed… just one query remains."

Henry Lumin inclined his head deliberately.

"Will he attain the twelfth layer's threshold?"

Lilith Carol's eyes flared subtly.

"No Rebirth Realm cultivator has ever accessed the twelfth layer. Even history's Saintess failed."

An elder gulped before speaking.

"Is he set to defy that myth?"

The inquiry lingered thickly, unvoiced but echoing in every soul.

Could Max enter the fabled twelfth layer, untouched by any Rebirth Realm cultivator in Black Dragon Palace's long annals?

Overhead, the projection showed his persistent progress.

Ten thousand six hundred miles.

The blaze thundered with majestic wrath, yet Max stayed active.

And the suspense among the assembled elders and family heads swelled to near-unendurable heights.