Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1440 Into the Sixth Pillar!

Dale, Jane, and Aden formed part of this group. Their auras flared consistently as they pushed onward through the final portion of the fifth pillar.

Although their speed had decreased from the previous stages, they still outpaced the majority of fellow disciples. Evidently, they represented the top tier from the Thirty Six Halls, the exceptional talents who had persisted up to this point.

Max grasped the situation right away.

Right now, this marked the farthest any outer disciple had ventured into the trial.

Naturally, two outliers stood apart.

'Isabella and Zain must have already stepped into the sixth layer, or maybe even the seventh,' Max reflected with composure.

He couldn't spot them close by, and the hovering displays indicated they were well in the lead.

Shifting his attention back inside himself, Max kept moving forward.

Four thousand two hundred miles.

Four thousand three hundred miles.

Four thousand four hundred miles.

The pressure mounted relentlessly in an unyielding, suffocating pattern. The fires in this place didn't just scorch; they bore down like fiery peaks.

Every advance demanded precise channeling of Divine Essence. The flame laws had evolved beyond loose threads. They formed dense flows, intertwining ideas of destruction, supremacy, and unceasing blaze.

Max soon noticed the progression wasn't straightforward.

The concentration of laws and the total strain in the fifth pillar surpassed the fourth layer by at least tenfold at similar points. The intense heat seeped more fiercely into his skin, seeking to breach his meridians.

But it failed to stop his momentum.

He occasionally decelerated, shutting his eyes for a moment to separate and examine the underlying principles in each wave. He honed his grasp of ruinous fire, distinguishing between sudden obliteration and enduring burn. He detected the hidden framework beneath the warmth, like sketching a trail that remained partially obscured.

Following each short halt, he pressed on.

Trailing behind, Dale's eyes grew wide watching Max's form progress without falter.

"He's Max, isn't he? How's he handling the fifth layer with such ease?" Dale whispered in astonishment.

Jane let out a measured breath, her prior doubts vanishing entirely. "We've misjudged him," she conceded. "No one endorsed by the Sword Sovereign could ever be average."

Aden remained quiet, his stare fixed on Max's diminishing silhouette.

"He's powerful," Aden murmured softly, his tone free of resentment. It carried only acknowledgment and determination.

He strengthened his energy flow and urged himself onward.

Witnessing Aden surge ahead with fresh vigor, Dale and Jane shared a look before trailing after. They refused to lag too much within their hall.

Still, the gap in their strides was obvious.

As they battled to hold steady against the overwhelming force of the fifth pillar, Max moved deeper with sharper insight and command. His stops grew briefer, his footfalls surer.

Long before the three hit the halfway mark of the fifth layer, Max had breached the boundary and stepped into the sixth.

The sixth pillar burst forth around him in a more ominous inferno, the fires turning to a richer hue laced with savage force.

In that instant, beyond the Path to Eternal Flames, the grand dome buzzed with suspense.

Elders of the Thirty Six Halls occupied high seats, their faces showing anything from poised reserve to mounting wonder. The prodigies from the Seven Families lingered close, their attention glued to the suspended monitors. Even the Seven Family Heads, who seldom betrayed feelings, observed the test with keen focus.

Abruptly, one watching elder bent closer.

"Look there!" he burst out, surprise slipping into his words. "Max has overtaken every other disciple. Just Isabella and Zain are still in front."

Whispers rippled through the assembly.

On the main display, Max's image appeared entering the sixth pillar, surrounded by flames that surged with devastating might.

An elder from the Twelfth Hall creased his brow sharply. "That youth… isn't he merely at the first level of the Rebirth Realm?"

"Indeed," a second elder affirmed, his forehead furrowed. "His cultivation got checked at signup. First level of Rebirth Realm. That's it."

"Impossible," a firm voice interjected. It came from an elder of the Fifteenth Hall. "The sixth pillar's force aims to overwhelm even advanced Rebirth Realm cultivators. How does a first-level one withstand it so steadily?"

A genius from the Seven Families added in a hushed voice, "He shows no sign of strain."

An elder of the Twenty Third Hall let out a mild snort. "Maybe he's using some relic or secret method."

Hearing that, Elder Virelila's gaze iced over.

"Doubt his cultivation if you must," she stated coolly, "but never challenge the sanctity of the Path to Eternal Flames. No relic can override the ancient intent woven into those fires."

An elder from the Eighth Hall agreed with a nod. "The array would detect any outside aid."

A man of middle years among the Seven Family Heads mused aloud. "Isn't this the very disciple recognized by the Sword Sovereign's blade?"

"Correct," another Family Head answered. "It's him."

"That fact accounts for a great deal," the first man went on. "The Sword Sovereign's sword rejects anything less than excellence."

Only Mathew Grimes observed the scene with a grin. Knowing Max belonged to his Grimes Family kept a perpetual smile on his lips.

An elder from the Twenty Third Hall shook his head. "Regardless, sword recognition doesn't guarantee this kind of stamina."

Another elder replied steadily, "Don't forget, he's Virelila's personal disciple. Everyone knows her criteria. She takes on no mediocre gifts."

Then, a gentle laugh echoed from a senior elder positioned centrally.

"You debate him like an everyday disciple," the senior elder drawled. "Though he's at the first level of the Rebirth Realm, true foundation goes beyond mere realm advancement."

A youthful prodigy from one of the Seven Families voiced his thrill openly. "His rhythm holds firm. He's not bulldozing ahead. It seems he's grasping insights on the go."

"That's precisely what's troubling," an elder whispered. "If he's genuinely absorbing flame laws during his progress, his base surpasses his current realm by far."

Seraphina Vale from the Twenty Third Hall squinted at the monitor. "He lags behind Isabella and Zain still."

Her expression soured just then. She hadn't expected Max to display such prowess either. Yet relief washed over her, aware that Isabella operated in a superior class and had reached the eighth layer.

"We'll observe how he measures up to them," another elder amended. "Since the sixth pillar marks the real separation."

Nods of consensus murmured around.

One of the Seven Family Heads eased back a bit, his eyes steadfast on Max's projection navigating the sixth layer's fiery core.

"A first-level Rebirth Realm disciple has no business here. The strain ought to have flattened him by the third or even sooner," he noted softly. "But there he endures."

He led the Veron Family.

Elder Virelila permitted herself a subtle smile. "He's overturned countless expectations, and this proves no different," she responded evenly.

The suspended screens shimmered as Max's form kept pressing deeper into the scorching heart of the sixth pillar.