Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1438 The Wonderful 3rd Layer!

"Fine, I'll head in first," Max stated evenly while facing Carl and Laura.

At the edge of the second pillar, an unseen barrier squeezed against them, but Max experienced it as a steady burden rather than a true barrier. Divine Essence circulated effortlessly inside him, while his activated divine vein drew in and evenly dispersed the encroaching warmth with calm precision.

Carl gave a resolute nod. "Stay cautious."

Laura fixed him with a grave expression. "Don't take the third layer lightly."

Max flashed them a slight grin prior to moving onward.

As soon as he passed the line into the second pillar, the nearby flames grew richer in shade. The golden light transformed to a thicker red tone, and the force grew much stronger. The atmosphere hung denser, infused with a ruinous purpose that aimed to invade instead of just burn.

The shift hit Max right away.

These flame concepts appeared keener and more cohesive. The furious element stayed focused now. It throbbed steadily like a heartbeat pulsing under the route. A note of ruin echoed in every surge of warmth.

Still, it couldn't stop his progress.

In contrast to Isabella, who had sped across this section in a brilliant flash of velocity, Max proceeded at a measured pace. He made no effort to escape the flames. Instead, he let them bear down on him. He sensed their ferocity, the fine distinctions, and the changing harmony among their idea-based elements.

The sole obvious contrast in how he moved compared to Isabella lay in pace.

She sliced across the second pillar akin to a bolt of lightning ripping through the heavens.

He traversed it resembling a stream etching into rock.

Fiery creatures appeared now and then on his route, yet they crumbled beneath targeted blasts of Divine Essence. He avoided haste or unnecessary delay. Every footfall came with purpose.

Eventually, the edge of the third pillar came into view ahead.

Max entered it without delay.

Upon stepping into the third layer, the environment shifted profoundly.

These flames transcended simple suppression. They brimmed with idea-packed vitality. The warmth didn't just bear on his flesh. It infiltrated his skin openings and tested his meridians.

He pushed on until hitting roughly two thousand three hundred miles deep in the third pillar.

There, he halted.

Carl and Laura, lingering in the second layer, couldn't grasp why he paused. To those viewing via displays, it could seem like doubt.

Yet for Max, the stop held purpose.

He remained motionless briefly, then gradually shut his eyes.

The surroundings dissolved into an ocean of red radiance as he slipped into meditation.

Though the fire origin energy of the third pillar raged fiercely and savagely, it held an odd quietness. No wild clamor sounded. No sudden blasts occurred. The flames appeared balanced in their ferocity, as if tied by a hidden rule preserving flawless stability.

Max sensed he'd entered another domain where the flow of time and space followed an altered beat.

Fire's might surged across his frame.

He redirected most of it via the flow of his Divine Essence, yet he purposefully permitted a minor amount to slip inside. That bit surged to his acupoints and meridians, filtering into his blood channels and extending to his extremities.

The feeling burned fiercely.

Were a typical cultivator lacking fire affinity to face such penetration, their inner parts would turn to cinders. Their blood would seethe in their vessels.

But Max's form endured it.

Amid the fiery current, he abruptly detected an unforeseen element.

No thread of flame energy entering him proved wholly ruinous.

Every one held complex threads of Fire Laws.

These stayed faint, nearly concealed, but impossible to ignore.

One flow bore the Concept of Burning Heat, a ceaselessly growing power aiming to push heat past limits. A different one held the Concept of Annihilation, keen and total in its drive to wipe out being.

A further strand included the Concept of Creation, contradictory but evident, implying fresh existence could emerge from remains. One more carried the Concept of Manifestation, forming shape from formless power.

Every thread stood distinct.

Even if two flows shared a broad Concept, their inner details varied.

For instance, in the Concept of Annihilation, one form evoked the devastating strike of a star falling from above, destroying everything below in one fierce moment. Another form mirrored the gradual, unyielding spread of flowing rock devouring woods, turning vitality to scorched husks across time.

Each qualified as annihilation.

However, their ways of showing it varied at the core.

Max's breaths grew calmer as insight struck.

The Path to Eternal Flames went beyond a mere test of stamina.

It served as a vibrant collection of fire insight.

The third pillar challenged more than power. It challenged awareness.

And Max had only started uncovering its real profundity.

"This is incredible," Max whispered softly, unable to hold back the wonder swelling inside. His eyes stayed shut, but his awareness stretched beyond in unexpected directions. "I can sense every concept within the flame laws."

That insight triggered a faint shake in his thoughts.

He'd anticipated the third pillar ramping up the strain. He'd foreseen tougher flame beasts and fiercer pushback. What he hadn't foreseen was the pure sharpness of the laws intertwined in the fire. The flame energy filtering into his form wasn't wild ruin. It proved organized, tiered, and packed with clear idea-driven purpose.

He could detect the Burning Heat that drove temperature past bearing. He could grasp the ruinous sharpness of Annihilation aiming to dissolve substance to its base. He could separate the faint throb of Creation tucked in glowing remnants, the soft vow that renewal might sprout from devastation.

He could even pick up hints of Manifestation, where fire molded shape and build from raw power.

These weren't surface-level senses.

They formed genuine pieces of law.

Max breathed out gradually, his pulse even but thrilled.

Such profoundness at just the third layer caught him off guard.

"It's no surprise that cultivators grasp the Cosmic Path of flames during this challenge," he breathed quietly.

He now saw that the full Path to Eternal Flames surpassed a simple passage of warmth. It built from tier after tier of flame laws. Each pillar marked a heightening of those laws, and each mile traversed meant a deep dive into idea-based honing.

To master a Cosmic Path required seizing laws at their base. Lacking contact with untainted laws, a cultivator would stumble in darkness, striving to form what they couldn't truly discern.

Yet here, the laws stood exposed.

The forebear who crafted this route had woven his personal grasp into its framework. The flames lacked randomness. They acted as directed expressions of elevated wisdom.