Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1447 Ejection from the trials!

Without waiting for any more replies, an abrupt ripple stirred inside the Path to Eternal Flames.

Isabella's image trembled wildly on the display.

Moments later, a burst of brilliance wrapped around her frame, hurling her out of the challenge. She materialized beyond the enormous barrier enclosing the Path, plummeting swiftly until she touched down close to where the elders and Seven Family leaders clustered.

Whispers rippled across the assembly.

Nearby, numerous disciples had already settled down or waited in silence, pulled out much earlier once they hit their breaking points. Unlike them, Isabella's emergence held much more significance. As the aspiring Saintess, she had pushed to the tenth layer prior to expulsion, a feat that distinguished her from almost all others there.

Isabella balanced herself after hitting the ground, her breaths deep yet steady. Traces of the tenth layer's fiery essence still hovered subtly around her, proof of the fierce trial she had withstood.

"Isabella, you did well."

Seraphina Vale hurried past the assembled disciples and reached her side, her face showing obvious praise. As she uttered the words, she rested a firm palm on Isabella's shoulder, her tone kind but authoritative.

"You have reached the tenth layer. That alone places you among the finest of this generation. It is more than enough. I am very satisfied."

Though weariness still weighed on her arms and legs, Isabella drew herself up a bit. A subtle grin formed on her lips while she inclined her head in respect.

"Thank you, Master," she answered earnestly.

Even with the tenth layer's toll still burdening her form, her eyes naturally shifted to the huge screens floating over the stage. Just two shapes lingered shown in the Path to Eternal Flames.

One was Zain, his fiery outline still bearing the intense force of the eleventh layer.

The second shape made her gaze sharpen.

Max.

He sat in lotus position amid the eighth layer, encircled by twisting fires but holding utterly motionless.

"What? Max is still inside the Path to Eternal Flames?" Isabella exclaimed, her astonishment spilling out uncontrollably. True disbelief flashed over her features as she fixed her stare on his stationary form.

She figured he would have been ousted well ahead of her.

Seraphina Vale caught her surprise and offered a gentle smile.

"Do not concern yourself with him," she stated in a soothing, steady voice. "He is advancing at a very slow pace. He only managed to reach the eighth layer after spending excessive time meditating below. Even now, he is seated there again. It is unclear whether he even has the strength to step into the ninth layer."

Her statement held a quiet brush-off.

Upon hearing that, Isabella's strained look eased a touch. She let out a soft breath, a mild wave of ease building inside her.

"It seems I overestimated him," she murmured inwardly.

To her, the eighth layer didn't merit any awe. Against the overwhelming blaze she had faced in the tenth layer, sticking in the eighth seemed trivial. Seeing Max still in meditation there led her to think he couldn't push onward.

She gave a slight shake of her head, a hint of scorn passing through her eyes.

In her view, that degree of power couldn't measure up to hers at all. She was certain Max wouldn't last much longer before getting booted from the Path to Eternal Flames.

Before deeper thoughts could form, an unexpected stir spread over the stage.

A mighty surge of fire power burst forth close to the dome's edge.

The screen displaying Zain shook fiercely.

Right after, a fiery shape burst from the Path to Eternal Flames and dropped toward the earth.

It was Zain.

His frame struck solidly nearby Isabella, the leftover essence of the eleventh layer still emanating from him. His garments bore charred fringes, and light scorch lines ran down his arms. He stayed on his feet, yet it was evident he had battled a tremendous ordeal.

He had delved far into the eleventh layer, yet ultimately, the ferocious blazes overpowered him. The smothering force and savage fire principles had briefly stunned him senseless, activating the test's safeguard and yanking him out by force.

A tide of amazed whispers flowed among the disciples and elders assembled.

Zain gradually evened his breaths, his face serious but poised. Despite the loss, his stance showed no disgrace.

After all, he had breached the eleventh layer.

And that feat had already etched his legacy into the Black Dragon Clan's annals.

"Haha, Zain, you did well."

Garry Heron marched ahead with open boastfulness, his chuckles echoing over the stage as he neared his kin. He promptly laid a strong grip on Zain's shoulder and delivered a hearty slap, his gaze gleaming with delight.

In that instant, Garry brimmed with pure victory.

A Heron Family heir had ventured into the eleventh layer of the Path to Eternal Flames. Such a triumph would boost the family's renown across ages.

Though Zain hadn't neared the twelfth layer, Garry harbored zero disappointment. To him, the twelfth layer stood as a fabled realm no Rebirth Realm cultivator had ever breached in the Black Dragon Palace's long past.

The notion of accessing the twelfth layer at that cultivation stage verged on legend.

To Garry, the eleventh layer proved ample. It was a badge that let the Heron Family proclaim Zain's deed for ages ahead. Ballads would compose. Annals would inscribe. His title would rank with the clan's top luminaries.

"You have brought honor to the Heron Family," Garry declared resolutely, his tone brimming with glory. "The eleventh layer is no small matter."

Zain dipped his head in deference, ignoring the fatigue persisting in his frame.

"Thank you, Family Head," he responded evenly.

Though his presence had faded from its peak amid the inferno, his bearing stayed upright. Weariness clouded his eyes, yet so did a subdued contentment. He had driven to his absolute edge in the eleventh layer. Even in setback, no humiliation lingered.