Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1455 Surpassing Zain?

The display projection shook intensely while Max pushed onward in the eleventh layer. Those flames weren't just burdensome anymore; they felt like absolute rulers, with every thread of law bearing down with overwhelming dominance.

As he ventured further in, the air grew even more stifling. Even the elders, who had traversed the Path back in their younger days, sensed a tightness in their chests just from observing.

Matthew Grimes shattered the thick quiet.

"Zain made it halfway through the eleventh layer, right?" he stated evenly, his gaze locked on the screen. "The ten thousand five hundred mile point."

Victor Veron gave a gradual nod.

"That's correct. He hit ten thousand five hundred miles until the weight became too much. It was a remarkable feat."

Henry Lumin crossed his arms, his face grave.

"In such depths, the flame laws lose their usual disorder. They start shaping into organized realms. Simply staying upright there proves incredibly tough."

Lilith Carol shot a quick look at the group before she voiced her thoughts.

"Should Max aim to beat Zain's record, he'll have to endure a much sharper force than at the edge."

Everyone's attention shifted back to the projection.

Max proceeded with caution at this point. His strides were measured, slower than earlier ones. The eleventh layer formed a whole new realm unlike the tenth. The force squeezed in from every side, challenging not just bodily stamina but also resolve and insight.

"He's nearing ten thousand one hundred miles," Victor whispered.

A subtle wave stirred among the assembled disciples.

"Is it possible he'll go beyond Zain?"

"That would place him unmatched in this era."

Matthew Grimes stayed pensive.

"It's within reach," he uttered softly. "He's already equaled what we thought only Zain could achieve."

Henry Lumin's eyes narrowed keenly. "Should he pass ten thousand five hundred miles, the trial would be his alone."

Lilith Carol's mouth hinted at a slight smile. "That would shift the family equilibrium even more."

Garry Heron spoke up at last, his tone icy and scornful.

"You're all thinking too highly of him."

The rest of the family leaders looked his way.

"The eleventh layer differs from the tenth," Garry went on. "Zain attained ten thousand five hundred miles via pure determination and power. Beyond that, the force multiplies sharply. Max won't progress much more."

Confidence rang clear in his words.

"He might edge ahead a bit," Garry continued, "yet topping Zain's mark seems improbable. The gap between breaching the eleventh layer and mastering its midpoint is immense."

Victor Veron examined Garry's face.

"You sound very sure."

Garry kept his stare on the projection.

"I understand the dread that hits after the ten thousand three hundred mile line," he replied steadily. "Zain withstood it thanks to his Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body. What counter does Max have against the flame laws? Zero. He's used odd techniques so far. They won't hold up here."

Matthew Grimes held off on replying right away. He merely observed Max take another step.

Ten thousand two hundred miles.

Flames erupted wildly near him.

The elders' strain mounted.

Would his pace drop?

Would he stumble?

Or push on toward the ten thousand five hundred mile barrier that marked Zain's limit?

The whole Black Dragon Palace held its breath in suspense as Max delved further into the eleventh layer.

While Max moved through the initial stretch of the eleventh layer, his actions stayed purposeful, yet his thoughts weren't entirely on the smothering flames encircling him. Much of his focus turned inside, tracking the shifts in the Chaos Tree.

Upon entering the tenth layer, he had detected faint alterations in the flame branch. Now, in the eleventh layer's thicker, cleaner law energy, those shifts stood out unmistakably.

The initial leaf bearing a bud kept throbbing with timeless light, gulping down nearby energy at a staggering speed. But Max saw that the other four leaves weren't idle anymore. They gleamed softly, and under their golden sheen, a gentle bulging had started.

He sensed it plainly.

These four leaves approached full capacity.

The vast law energy gathered from the earlier layers had built up to a pivotal level. They weren't just holding insights now. They geared up for change.

"It's just a question of when," Max muttered softly while advancing amid the choking flames. "One more bud will appear."

The idea sparked intrigue and eagerness in him.

He concentrated intently on the first bud. It had expanded a touch since forming, remaining small and sealed. Its presence felt serene and timeless, unlike the wild fury of the nearby flames. It gave off a vibe like facing the entrances to his dimensions. Depth lay inside, something boundless and profound.

"What might this bud turn into?" Max breathed quietly.

Curiosity truly gripped him.

The bud already consumed nearly every bit of golden energy close by. Actually, it took in so much that the turbulent flame laws around him eased up clearly, letting him advance easier than the eleventh layer should allow. The weight still bore on his form, but the law opposition lessened right where he was.

Wonder filled him inevitably.

Should this bud keep drawing in such huge law energy amounts, what form would it take in the end? All that pure flame law energy had to solidify into something remarkable. It couldn't just be a tougher leaf. It must be more than a basic idea.

Maybe an actual law.

Maybe even more.

He lacked the answer.

Yet his gut assured him that the bud's evolution would prove extraordinary. It would hold wonder, something to redefine his grasp of the Chaos Tree completely.

With these ideas swirling in his head, his progress didn't halt.

Ten thousand one hundred miles.

The projection over the viewing area shimmered lightly as the figure showed.

A murmur swept the onlookers.

Max kept going.

Ten thousand one hundred and fifty miles.

The flames bellowed fiercer, their force growing as he went deeper. The earth underfoot weighed more, the atmosphere thicker to breathe. Still, he stayed calm, his breaths even.

Ten thousand two hundred miles.

He neared the upcoming benchmark, with the eleventh layer only starting to show its full extent.

Within, the Chaos Tree throbbed gently.

Without, the blaze stormed.

And Max kept striding.