Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1465 Reaching the Limit!

Max pushed forward without cease.

He traversed the nineteenth level, followed by the twentieth.

Beyond the dome, the elders had already ceased uttering coherent words. The twentieth level was traditionally seen as the territory for top inner disciples. However, Max breezed through it effortlessly.

Upon entering the twenty-first level, the last lingering bud could no longer hold back the vast energy gathered from the upper realms.

As Max ventured further into the twenty-first level, the bud split apart and formed the fifth dark red fruit.

This change perfected the flame branch.

Five fruits now dangled in perfect balance, each holding purified chaotic flame laws extracted from the ongoing levels of the Path to Eternal Flames.

Max positioned himself inside the twenty-first level, encircled by dominant flames that blazed with fearsome power. Nevertheless, his presence stayed firm, bolstered by his enhanced body and the five ripened fruits anchoring the Chaos Tree.

The test had far exceeded mythical tales.

And yet, he remained unshaken.

"The intensity here is the greatest," Max whispered while positioned in the twenty-first level, taking measured, even breaths. The flames encircling him were beyond just suppressive now. They seemed total. Every thread of chaotic flame law bore a force that squeezed his form and soul equally, challenging the strength of his core.

"I don't believe I can proceed much beyond this point."

He uttered it without annoyance. It came out with pure insight.

The initial vein from the Seven Divine Veins still throbbed inside him, fortifying his body. The five dark red fruits weighted the flame branch of the Chaos Tree, every one reinforcing his inner framework and providing remarkable endurance. Still, despite these boons, the twenty-first level was driving him close to his breaking point.

The flames in this place didn't just scorch. They evaluated. They measured his being and pinpointed its boundaries.

Max raised his eyes momentarily to the further reaches of the Path. Past the twenty-first level, the crushing presence grew denser. It seemed remote but choking, akin to a chain of unseen majestic peaks looming in front.

He yearned to attain the thirty-sixth level.

He longed to witness the summit of the Path to Eternal Flames, to grasp the complete scope of this ancient ordeal's secrets.

However, longing couldn't surpass truth.

With his present cultivation at the first level of the Rebirth Realm, moving past the twenty-first level absent the massive backing of the Chaos Tree would prove foolish. Even aided by the Chaos Tree, the strain here neared his utmost capacity.

Realizing this, Max gradually descended to the floor and assumed a cross-legged position.

The dominant flames kept whirling about him, yet his aura steadied as he turned his attention inside.

The Path to Eternal Flames wasn't simply a series of endurance steps. It served as a forging arena. It was designed for genuine disciples and core disciples to harden themselves and grasp a universal path. Every level bore refined flame laws intended to instruct those capable of sensing them.

Max shut his eyes.

He let the crushing flames bear down on him as his mind stretched out, connecting with the complex form of the chaotic flame laws in the twenty-first level. These weren't scattered ideas anymore. They were stacked, linked, creating a larger framework that suggested something surpassing basic flame control.

He started to examine them meticulously.

The chaotic flames present weren't solely ruinous. They held a trace of structure amid their disorder, a pattern concealed under their rage. It was like they represented a route that went beyond standard flame insight.

Max realized this was the real aim of the ordeal.

Hardening the body came second.

Grasping the universal path woven into the flames was the genuine prize.

He dove in completely.

Whether this universal path fit him or not was yet unclear. But he wouldn't depart without unraveling the Path to Eternal Flames' gifts.

In the twenty-first level, amid ruling fire, Max initiated his genuine insight.

When the projection displayed Max settling down in the twenty-first level rather than pressing on, the persistent strain on the observation platform at last altered.

For the first instance since starting his relentless rise from the thirteenth level, he had halted.

"Has he finally hit his boundary?" Victor Veron breathed out gradually as he said it, his tone laced with both ease and persistent doubt. His eyes stayed locked on the projection, where Max sat cross-legged amidst the dominant flames of the twenty-first level. "I have to confess, I no longer knew where his boundary might emerge."

Henry Lumin gave a slight nod, his face still grave. "From the thirteenth level straight to the twenty-first, he overcame them sequentially. Whenever we assumed this marked the finish, he moved further."

Lilith Carol's gaze remained firm, although her voice held subtle wonder. "We expected his boundary at the twelfth. Then the thirteenth. Maybe even the fifteenth. But he kept ascending like the Path was revealing itself to him."

An elder close by breathed a heavy sigh. "Upon his entry into the twentieth level, I thought that stood as the ultimate edge. That level marks the recognized cap for inner disciples in the Law Awakening Realm. Yet he didn't halt there."

Another elder shook his head deliberately. "His speeding from the thirteenth to the twenty-first level gave us no chance to recover. All our forecasts crumbled."

The disciples underneath felt equally stunned.

"Is this his boundary then?" one of them murmured softly.

Victor Veron placed his hands behind his back and scrutinized the projection intently. "There's no disgrace in attaining one's boundary. The twenty-first level already surpasses any outer disciple in our clan's historical records."

Henry Lumin addressed with careful admiration. "Even the brightest talents from past eras couldn't near such depths at the Rebirth Realm. His calm seating in the twenty-first level reveals much about his base."

Lilith Carol contributed gently, "And he doesn't seem worn out. He isn't crumbling. He has opted to pause."

This remark sparked a quiet change in the mood.

Matthew Grimes, who had stayed quiet, at last voiced. "He knows his edge. He isn't forcing ahead blindly. Rather, he's employing the twenty-first level for insight."

The prior wave of incredulity had evolved into a more subdued, weightier feeling.

Max hadn't been expelled.

He hadn't been overcome.

He had merely acknowledged the present cap of his cultivation and decided to refine within it.

After observing him shatter every forecast from the twelfth level on, the assembled elders and family leaders no longer ventured to set his potential height.

The projection kept displaying Max seated steadily in the twenty-first level, with flames eddying around him like loyal attendants.