Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1463 14th Layer and Beyond!

When Max arrived at the innermost depths of the thirteenth level, the astonishment beyond the dome had transformed in character.

Previously, each advancement had sparked chaos. Every additional stratum had drawn exclamations, yells, shaky tones, and utter incredulity. At present, with the display showing Max poised steadily at the edge of still another frontier, an odd detachment had overtaken the assembly.

Screams were absent now.

Doubts about its feasibility had ceased.

They merely observed in utter amazement.

Within the Path to Eternal Flames, Max pressed on without stopping. The pair of sprouts on the fire limb of the Chaos Tree throbbed steadily, consuming the purified power from the thirteenth level with terrifying speed. The nearby disordered fire principles twisted oddly in his direction, drained off prior to unleashing their complete crushing might.

He sensed the fourth and fifth foliage quivering strongly. Their fullness neared completion.

"No reason to hold back," Max pondered serenely.

The concluding segment of the thirteenth level blazed intensely in front, yet relative to prior strata, it seemed no longer an impossible obstacle. With a duo of sprouts busily processing power alongside his personal might bolstering his progress, the strain had turned bearable.

He advanced resolutely.

Twelve thousand eight hundred miles.

Twelve thousand nine hundred miles.

The overhead image wavered as his form progressed firmly. Beyond, the seniors and clan leaders gazed mutely. Their faces held no fresh incredulity. Rather, a profound, disturbed reverence prevailed.

"He is traversing once more," a senior murmured gently, seemingly to no one.

Victor Veron stayed quiet. His eyes locked skyward, his thoughts evidently readjusting notions of boundaries.

Henry Lumin clasped his hands at his rear, his look grave. He quit striving to make sense of it.

Lilith Carol breathed out softly. "We figured the twelfth level marked the height for this stage. Then the thirteenth seemed a wonder. Now…"

Her words faded away.

Garry Heron remained stiff, his countenance stripped of previous scorn. He uttered nothing. No disputes remained.

In the Path, Max navigated the last stretches of the thirteenth level under steady quickening. The infernos yielded to the joint power of his presence and the Chaos Tree's unyielding intake.

He attained the limit.

Without sparing time, he moved ahead.

The divide gleamed momentarily prior to giving way.

Max penetrated the fourteenth level.

Beyond the dome, no outburst occurred this instance.

Just quiet prevailed.

A profound, weighty quiet.

The display steadied, unveiling his form positioned tranquilly inside the fourteenth level like this climb was merely an expected step.

The seniors refrained from calling out.

The followers held back cries.

They just looked on.

Immunity to the unattainable had gripped them.

Each elevated stratum felt less like a shattered threshold.

"Are we seeing something epic or not?" a senior uttered at last, shattering the thick hush over the observation area. His tone bore true incredulity. "I feel like I've been stunned more in this one test than over all my years."

A slight wave of nervous chuckles rippled among some adjacent seniors, but it soon dissolved. The image overhead kept depicting Max rooted solidly in the fourteenth level, the fires eddying about him as if they lacked the power to hold him down.

A further senior crossed his arms snugly over his torso while he addressed them, eyes aimed high. "Should Max maintain this speed, he could even breach the twentieth level. That's the cap set for core followers."

The statement lingered like a taboo idea.

"No way, that's not feasible," another senior countered right away, even as his voice missed its former assurance. "Regardless of his wonders, the twentieth level stands in a separate realm. That's the point where Law Awakening Realm core followers hit their end. He's merely at the initial stage of the Rebirth Realm."

"You sure about that?" yet another senior cut in, nodding his head deliberately. His gaze mirrored both wonder and acceptance. "This youth has demolished every barrier we deemed unbreakable. Starting with the twelfth level, followed by the thirteenth, and now the fourteenth without break. We declared impossibility each time."

Victor Veron held his peace for an extended beat before murmuring lowly. "The twentieth level has forever been seen as the territory of core followers initiating true principle awakenings. Should he near it in this stage, our core knowledge requires overhaul."

Henry Lumin's forehead creased deeply. "Even history's mightiest outer followers failed to pass the twelfth. The thirteenth and fourteenth stayed out of reach. But here we discuss the twentieth."

Lilith Carol let out a gentle breath. "We hold fast to outdated caps. Maybe the Path remains unchanged. Maybe we're just observing one who defies it."

The prior excitement had given way to something deeper. It transcended mere surprise. It marked the slow crumbling of enduring beliefs.

One more senior whispered. "I once held the Path to Eternal Flames as the supreme gauge of promise. It set firm divides. It exposed upper bounds. Now those divides fade."

The senior from before who had questioned shook his head once more, slower now. "I wouldn't wager on any aspect of him these days. Whenever we set his boundary, he strides beyond."

Overhead, the image persisted in showing Max delving further into the fourteenth level, calm and assured.

The issue ceased being if he would halt shortly.

The issue turned to how far this age would extend past all they once deemed achievable.

While the seniors and clan leaders kept arguing if Max might actually near the twentieth level, the image above altered faintly.

In the fourteenth level, Max had stayed motionless for some time. The regal fires coiled densely around him, bearing down with force that would pulverize even veteran core followers. Still, he hadn't stirred.

He inspected his Chaos Tree anew.

In his internal realm, the evolution was far from finished. Three sprouts had sprouted on the fire limb, each consuming power and disordered fire principles with unending vigor. The fourth and fifth foliage shook fiercely, their exteriors shining with intense scarlet radiance. The power drawn from the thirteenth level had driven them to near fullness.

At this point, in the fourteenth level, the thickness and clarity of the fire principles had risen yet again. Flows of pure power surged in at a staggering pace. The sprouts throbbed steadily, processing all that came. The initial deep red fruit dangled serenely, its exterior shimmering softly like it was steadying amid the steady surge of sustenance.

Max perceived it distinctly.

The fourth foliage neared.

Extremely near.

He breathed out gradually and lifted his gaze.