Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1466 Cosmic Path of Eternal Flames!

Max whispered under his breath, 'As far as I can see, the fire in this test is incredibly plentiful,' while seated in a cross-legged position inside the twenty-first level. His breaths had become even and calm, with his awareness stretching out to blend seamlessly with the heavy but deep fire principles enveloping him.

These fires differed greatly from typical blazes. They avoided erratic dancing. They shunned aimless raging. Amid their disorder, a consistent flow persisted.

Without fighting back, Max let the intense warmth bear down on his form. Rather than pushing it away, he examined it closely.

From the initial level up to this twenty-first one, he followed the framework of the fire principles he had faced. In the beginning levels, the fires were wild and dispersed, readily shaped by insight. As layers ascended, they grew thicker, better organized, more controlled. Upon arriving at the higher sections, the disordered fire principles lost their shaky feel. They appeared whole and integrated.

A pattern started to emerge in his thoughts.

Throughout the Path to Eternal Flames, the blaze never faded by itself. The fires kept getting renewed. They came back to life even after being eaten by the Chaos Tree. They burst forth again even under the weight of superior presence.

An air of tirelessness defined them.

Concentrating on the core of the disordered fire principles nearby, Max refrained from pushing for understanding. He just watched attentively.

Destruction wasn't the only goal of these flames. They aimed for ongoing survival.

Once smashed, they rebuilt themselves.

Once dispersed, they reassembled.

An unyielding beat pulsed through the disordered fire principles of the twenty-first level. Under the crushing dominance lay steadfastness. A quiet yet firm denial of fading away.

Gradually, Max lifted his eyelids.

'The fire in this place goes beyond raw strength,' he said to himself in a low voice. 'It's centered on lasting through trials.'

Memories of each level he had passed through flooded back. The further in he ventured, the tougher the fires proved. At greater heights, they depended less on fierce outbursts. Rather, they captured a constant, unyielding force.

He recalled the way the fires in the upper levels didn't erupt showily under pressure. They merely kept on, advancing with steady determination.

Understanding dawned bit by bit in his consciousness.

'This Path's core isn't just disorder,' he voiced softly. 'It's the timeless quality of fire.'

Once sparked, fire yearned to keep going. It fed, it expanded, it kept itself alive while fuel remained. The disordered fire principles of this place didn't stand for a brief wave of ruin. They stood for blaze that wouldn't yield after starting.

As the idea took hold, Max cast his eyes downward a touch.

'This path across the cosmos… perhaps it's less about controlling ruin and more about commanding unbroken flow.'

Full grasp of the cosmic path eluded him still. He hadn't seized it completely. Yet by studying the makeup of fire principles from start to twenty-first, he perceived its course.

The test didn't measure who could withstand the fiercest temperatures.

Instead, it led those on the path to grasp a fire that never went out.

A fire that held firm against force.

A fire that lingered despite being held back.

Once again, Max shut his eyes.

In his mind, he confessed, 'Comprehension hasn't come to me yet. But I sense where it's headed.'

Beyond common blaze, the Path to Eternal Flames directed toward greater depths.

It directed toward endlessness.

'Cosmic Path of Eternal Flames…' Max breathed out quietly, positioned in the twenty-first level, as the heavy warmth rolled over him like an unending wave. The words repeated in his head while he pondered the guidance the Path to Eternal Flames provided to its followers. An undying blaze that wouldn't be put out. A fire that lasted forever after kindling.

Depth marked it.

Strength defined it.

Still, it failed to connect with his core.

Slowly, Max unveiled his eyes and let his shadowy black flames emerge softly around his figure. Unlike the Path's fires, they didn't glow with intense light. They lacked shining golden glow. Deep and shadowy, his flames took shape like living darkness. They took in brightness instead of giving it off.

In essence, his black flames embodied yin.

They engulfed.

They took in.

Endless lasting for its own sake didn't drive them. They hungered to engulf and integrate.

The deeper his reflection on the timeless quality of the trial's flames, the more evident it grew that this wasn't his destined route. The cosmic path of eternal flames focused on unbroken flow, on maintaining being against every restraint.

Differently natured were his flames.

They went beyond just lasting.

They swallowed whatever stood against them.

'This path wouldn't suit them,' Max stated in a hushed tone. 'The eternal flames' way doesn't fit my black flames.'

Once more, he sealed his eyes and turned his attention inside.

Since their birth, his black flames had held a consuming trait. They fed on power, principles, and even ideas. Mere survival didn't content them. They advanced by merging what they took.

Forcing them into eternity's mold would stifle their innate character.

Max recognized that a cosmic path had to match one's inner being. Without profound harmony with personal roots, it would turn into a barrier instead of a boost.

With sudden insight, he murmured, 'My cosmic path should build on consumption.'

That trait already dwelled in his black flames. Turning it into a genuine cosmic focus would make his flames surge in might. A consuming flame wouldn't just endure forever. It would take in without end.

Through that, it would keep itself going effortlessly.

Greater consumption brought greater flame power.

Greater flame power enabled more consumption.

The link would build upon itself without stop.

As clarity sharpened his thoughts, Max's breaths grew measured.

'My flames' cosmic path has to match their true self,' he considered steadily. 'Not unending lasting, but ceaseless consumption.'

Around him, the Path to Eternal Flames' fires kept raging, capturing the idea of timelessness. But in his personal space, his black flames awakened with silent craving.

The trial's cosmic path he didn't turn away from.

He merely opted against pursuing it.

Rather, he started pondering ways to craft his unique route, grounded in consumption, permitting his flames to expand limitlessly by taking all that crossed their path.