Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1461 Into the 13th Layer!

As the projection displayed Max progressing further in the twelfth layer, the whole observation area plunged into utter astonishment.

"He's still pushing ahead," one elder uttered, his tone rough with amazement. "He hasn't halted at all."

A different elder gazed up with bulging eyes. "Has Max not hit his breaking point? This twelfth layer, and he's holding up remarkably."

Whispers intensified as the truth dawned on everyone.

"How can this even happen?" a disciple cried out. "He's just at the first level of the Rebirth Realm. The weight here ought to be intolerable. Even the former Saintess couldn't enter this layer, but he's traversing it effortlessly."

"It doesn't add up," another elder commented, his head shaking gradually. "At such a profound level, the flame laws are honed to perfection. The power here should flatten a Rebirth Realm cultivator right away."

Victor Veron's forehead creased as he scrutinized the projection intently. "This goes against all normal logic. In the twelfth layer, just staying upright demands every bit of one's power. Still, he's moving onward."

Henry Lumin's face turned serious. "Isabella and Zain both hit their ceilings at the tenth and eleventh layers. The strain overpowered them, stopping any further progress. So why hasn't Max faced that barrier?"

Lilith Carol reflected aloud. "His base must differ at its core. The Path to Eternal Flames doesn't just gauge raw power. It evaluates grasp and alignment with the flame laws."

The disciples felt the shock just as deeply.

"Does he intend to hit the thirteenth layer?"

"Does a thirteenth layer even exist?"

"If he keeps at this rate, his limits might be endless."

The air buzzed with thrill and incredulity.

Plenty had figured Max would get thrown out soon after stepping into the twelfth layer. That outcome would have made sense. It would have fit expectations. But rather than faltering or pulling back, he pressed on like the heavy atmosphere was now something he could handle.

In the projection, the twelfth layer's flames blazed with regal ferocity, but Max's form kept advancing without falter. His pace wasn't wild, yet it lacked any doubt. It stayed measured and resolute.

Matthew Grimes watched closely before commenting. "He doesn't look on the verge of breaking. His energy field holds steady."

Garry Heron stayed quiet, his gaze locked keenly on the projection. The doubt flashing in his eyes couldn't be fully concealed.

An elder put forward the doubt haunting all minds. "Why hasn't he met his end? Isabella stopped at the tenth layer. Zain at the eleventh. What makes the twelfth fail to hold him similarly?"

Answers eluded everyone.

The Path to Eternal Flames had long served as a true gauge of promise. Every layer marked a cultivator's boundaries. But Max emerged as a clear outlier.

With his ongoing push in the twelfth layer, the elders' and family heads' surprise morphed into profound awe.

This surpassed simple record-breaking.

It questioned their core grasp of boundaries.

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Moments later, the figure on the projection changed once more.

Eleven thousand five hundred miles.

Shock waves surged among the assembly as Max passed that point seamlessly. Differing from earlier, he wasn't depending only on the Chaos Tree's subtle aid anymore. His energy burst forth, solid and unyielding, as he started employing his personal might to drive against the twelfth layer's smothering dominance.

The surrounding flames howled fiercely, their force tightening like a crumbling heaven. The turbulent flame laws writhed and spiraled, crafting unseen walls that would demolish a typical cultivator's resolve. But Max broke through with precise power. His frame emitted its own warmth, his Flame Concept syncing smoothly with the surroundings instead of yielding to it.

Inside, the four leftover leaves of the flame branch quivered nonstop. They consumed the nearby energy and disordered flame laws at a breathtaking speed. Flows of red and yellow streamed in, purified and taken in flawlessly. This intake bolstered him gently over time, lightening the weight of the harsh layer and letting his speed grow even more.

The synergy was clear.

As the Chaos Tree processed the outer laws and his cultivation flared back in kind, Max moved faster than previously.

Eleven thousand six hundred miles.

Eleven thousand seven hundred miles.

The projection shuddered wildly while the twelfth layer fought to restrain him.

Beyond, the elders and family heads observed in awed quiet. Their prior wonder hadn't subsided, but now it mixed with something utterly inconceivable.

"He's picking up speed," an elder murmured.

Victor Veron fixed his eyes on the projection, speaking softly. "He's not just surviving the twelfth layer anymore. He's conquering it head-on."

Henry Lumin's features hardened. "This defies all logic."

In the twelfth layer, Max's strides grew bolder and more determined. The flames that had opposed him now yielded a bit as the Chaos Tree drew in their core. His energy ignited in reply, restrained but dominant.

Before long, he reached the innermost part of the twelfth layer.

Ahead, dim but clear, another edge gleamed faintly.

The gateway to the thirteenth layer.

For an instant, Max halted.

His gaze fixed on the line.

Then, with no delay, he sped up.

WHOOSH.

His shape streaked like a bolt of red fire as he rushed ahead with bursting velocity. The stifling flames of the twelfth layer ripped open behind him as he covered the last stretch in a flash.

The edge quaked fiercely.

And then Max crossed it.

He penetrated the thirteenth layer.

Outside the dome, the projection blazed intensely.

Quiet descended anew.

The impossible had struck once more.

The projection twitched erratically as Max's image vanished into the thirteenth layer, and for a few pounding moments, no words came.

Then the hush broke.

"How is this possible?" an elder burst out, his voice climbing sharply. "How did his pace explode like that?"

Another elder advanced, peering up as though questioning his sight. "What occurred? He was advancing steadily moments ago, and now he surged across the twelfth layer's core in one rush. Where did his boundaries go?"

Whispers swept the group, bewilderment overtaking their previous reverence.