Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1459 Records Broken, History Re-written, Miracles Created!

"Observe me," declared a senior elder, lifting his hand as if to balance himself. "I'm quivering from the intense astonishment. Across centuries, across millennia too, we held the conviction that penetrating the twelfth layer in the Rebirth Realm was utterly unattainable. It was hailed as a distant myth. But today, that conviction has shattered."

A different elder voiced his sentiments with profound emotion. "He breached the twelfth layer merely at the initial stage of the Rebirth Realm. The former Saintess, despite her complete Imperial Bloodline awakening, failed to accomplish this. Max has transcended those limits through his pure might and insight alone."

"Talent no longer defines this," proclaimed a hall master with resounding volume. "This marks the emergence of a legend. He occupies a position unprecedented in history."

An elder with white hair uttered a profound sigh. "Throughout my whole life, I never dreamed of beholding such an event. Our descendants will hear tales of this day. They shall regard it as the pivotal shift of an age."

Yet another elder burst out, barely holding back his exhilaration, "He deserves a place among our clan's illustrious figures. He evokes memories of the founding ancestors who etched the Black Dragon Clan's fame throughout the Divine Realm. Rather than merely trailing their path, he is forging his unique legacy."

The excitement intensified relentlessly.

"Legend," cried out an individual. "He is forging a legend right now."

Those declarations spread rapidly amid the assembled disciples and elders. A sense of honor swelled in their hearts, not tied to any single hall's affiliation, but rooted in his membership in the Black Dragon Clan.

In that instant, competitions among halls were set aside. No concern arose over whether Max trained under Lady Virelia or connected to a particular lineage. The sole reality that counted was that a clansman had demolished the holiest limit of the Path to Eternal Flames.

With deep respect, an elder intoned, his tone firm even as his eyes betrayed fervor. "Starting from this day, the twelfth layer ceases to be an impossible fable for the Rebirth Realm. It shall be etched in memory as the layer Max first conquered."

Victor Veron's words echoed sharply as he gazed in wonder at the displayed image. "History unfolds right before us. Since the Path's creation, no Rebirth Realm disciple has ever ventured into the twelfth layer."

Henry Lumin breathed out gradually, his usual poise disturbed. "Not even the Saintess with her full Imperial Bloodline awakening managed this. He has eclipsed the heights of our documented myths."

In a tone of awe, Lilith Carol remarked. "He aligns with the Black Dragon Clan's legendary icons. He brings to mind Ancestor Kaelion, who demolished the constraints of his time, and Sovereign Tharos, who challenged the skies prior to reaching the Divine Realm's summits."

Matthew Grimes conveyed unwavering honor in his voice. "Henceforth, Max's name will be inscribed alongside our clan's most remarkable talents. "

From the forefront, an elder contributed with quaking reverence, "This achievement elevates him past the typical measure of brilliance. He has accessed a realm our mightiest predecessors couldn't touch in this stage."

Disciples burst into animated chatter, overlapping in astonishment and esteem.

"He outshines the Saintess."

"He outshines Zain."

"He has fractured the impossible."

Zain himself remained immobile, fixated on the image with grave admiration. The significance of his observation weighed profoundly on him.

Garry Heron uttered no words. His prior assurance had vanished entirely. His convictions lay in ruins, rendering him mute. It seemed the standard rules binding everyone simply didn't hold for Max, who routinely defied conventions.

"Can a prodigy capable of exceeding a Saintess with her fully roused Imperial Bloodline really emerge in our Black Dragon Clan?" He pondered quietly within his thoughts while scrutinizing Max's form amid the numerous airborne images.

In the displayed scene, Max positioned himself serenely within the twelfth layer, encircled by fires exuding unadulterated, regal command. Nevertheless, he held his stance firmly.

The Black Dragon Palace had just observed the rise of a fresh legend.

And the resonance of his name would endure for ages.

While the whole Black Dragon Palace lingered in astonished festivity, Max made no further movement upon gaining entry to the twelfth layer.

The surrounding flames differed vastly from those of lower depths. They transcended mere pressure. They embodied a essence of rule, as if this level lay outside the grasp of typical cultivators. The tumultuous flame laws present were honed to utmost purity, coursing like streams of pure dominance.

Still, Max held utterly motionless.

His focus avoided the daunting surroundings entirely.

Every bit of his concentration shifted internally.

Inside his inner realm, the Chaos Tree quaked fiercely.

The initial sprout on the flame limb started absorbing power at a rate surpassing all prior instances. Threads of golden law force streamed into it from all sides. Even more remarkable, the twelfth layer's chaotic flame laws were drawn in directly, disentangling from the environment and channeling into the sprout as myriad crimson rivulets.

Max's eyes expanded faintly.

"The chaotic flame laws along with the twelfth layer's full energy are funneling into the sprout," he whispered in amazement. "It seems it could devour the entirety in moments."

He perceived it distinctly.

The fiercer and purer the power grew, the quicker the sprout ingested it. The twelfth layer's commanding flames offered no opposition. They were devoured wholesale.

The image over the observation area started to waver subtly. Attentive elders detected minor alterations in the twelfth layer. The fire's thickness near Max appeared to lessen steadily, as if the blaze itself were draining away.

Deep inside, the sprout expanded.

Fissures formed on its exterior, with streaks of intense scarlet glow seeping out. The prior enveloping golden light deepened progressively, morphing into a denser shade. The vibe it projected turned weightier, more primordial, more supreme.

Max sensed the whole flame limb resonating.

The sprout no longer looked like a mere offshoot. It had swelled, rounded out, sharpened in form. The chaotic flame laws that formerly burdened him now underwent refinement and densification within it.

He stayed wordless.

He had foreseen advancement. He had foreseen change.

Yet he hadn't foreseen this magnitude.

Unceasingly, the sprout pulled in more power. The twelfth layer's honed flames noticeably faded as their core was extracted inward. At last, within the Chaos Tree, the sprout burst fully asunder.

It didn't unfurl into petals.

It coalesced.

The blend of golden and crimson brilliance compacted into one shape, hardening bit by bit.

Right before Max's vision, the sprout evolved into a deep crimson fruit.

Its exterior gleamed sleek but etched with subtle designs like circulating flame laws. It released a deep vibe, dense and weighty, akin to solidified supremacy. It didn't rage in heat. Rather, it emanated subdued might, as if harboring a complete realm inside.

Once the fruit settled, the quakes in the Chaos Tree calmed.

Max regarded it in awed quietude.

The twelfth layer's chaotic flame laws had been forged into a concrete entity.

A deep crimson fruit dangled from the flame limb.

And the power it held surpassed vastly anything he had wielded previously.