Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1456 Surpassing Zain!
Previously on Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100...
Gradually, with each resolute step, Max arrived at ten thousand three hundred miles.
The figure shone brightly on the display, flickering softly amid the furious ocean of fire. In the eleventh layer, the weight had grown to a crushing extreme. The blaze no longer acted as simple power. It bore down with imperial might, like the skies themselves delivering a verdict on him.
Still, Max pressed on.
His movement was deliberate, much slower compared to the ninth or tenth layers, yet his progress carried an unyielding determination. From the instant he started traversing the eleventh layer, he hadn't halted a single time. He avoided any rest for cultivation. He refused to fall back even once.
He merely kept pushing ahead.
Beyond the barrier, the tension in the air had escalated to an extreme pitch.
"He has reached ten thousand three hundred miles," an elder murmured, his tone hardly even.
Victor Veron's face had shed its prior calm.
"With this rate, hitting ten thousand five hundred is just a question of when," he stated deliberately. "Zain's achievement lies just ahead."
Henry Lumin looked up intently, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.
"I never thought he'd penetrate this far," he confessed softly. "Yet he hasn't wavered at all."
Lilith Carol crossed her arms, her stare fixed firmly.
"What's truly alarming isn't his velocity," she remarked reflectively. "It's his consistency. Signs of breakdown are absent from him. Remember, this is the 11th layer. Zain himself struggled to progress here."
Another elder advanced, his amazement spilling over.
"Since he initiated his journey in the eleventh layer, he hasn't ceased for even a moment. Zain needed several breaks before attaining his maximum."
Matthew Grimes let a subtle, insightful grin form.
"This aspect troubles me the deepest," he noted serenely. "He isn't charging ahead wildly. He's persisting and proceeding with flawless cadence."
Nearby, the assembled students buzzed with growing incredulity.
"He's bound to exceed ten thousand five hundred."
"It seems unavoidable."
"Despite the sluggish tempo, he hasn't delayed for a mere instant."
Isabella's eyes quivered a bit as she observed. The shame she had endured earlier now shifted to astonished reverence. She grasped the gravity of the eleventh layer. Advancing without interruption at such a profound level was beyond her imagination.
Zain's look turned somber too. His hands clenched without thought.
"How can this be? How does he stride so firmly in the 11th layer?!" he whispered to himself. He was stunned. No one else understood the kind of strain he had faced in that layer. Simply shifting there had been pure agony. But Max was forging steadily into the heart of the 11th layer.
Garry Heron's features grew even more shadowed, although he held back from commenting right away. The assurance he showed before was starting to crack beneath the irrefutable proof unfolding.
Victor Veron at last expressed the idea haunting all their thoughts.
"Should he keep this tempo, going beyond ten thousand five hundred miles will happen soon enough."
A profound quiet settled after his statement.
Overhead, Max advanced with yet another stride.
Ten thousand three hundred and twenty miles.
The inferno erupted savagely, but he stayed erect.
The elders and clan leaders' shock intensified visibly.
For the initial occasion, a number of them started to genuinely accept that Zain's mark in the eleventh layer might not hold.
And as numerous had started to foresee, the unavoidable at last occurred.
With purposeful strides, Max surpassed ten thousand five hundred miles.
The digit flashed distinctly on the display, illuminating through the turbulent blaze sea in the eleventh layer. Briefly, the whole observation area plunged into awestruck hush. The line that defined Zain's limit was now breached.
Max had gone further.
A unified intake of breath rippled among the elders and students.
"He crossed it."
"He has surpassed ten thousand five hundred miles."
"Zain's record has been broken."
Victor Veron breathed out gradually, his sight locked on the display.
"I honestly didn't foresee this," he uttered in a hushed tone. "To exceed Zain's penetration in the eleventh layer… this is remarkable."
Henry Lumin's face was grave, though his words held no rejection.
"He's accomplished what we all doubted. Zain's effort was already astonishing, but Max keeps forging onward."
Lilith Carol's focus grew keener as she tracked Max's unwavering form.
"He's neither decelerating nor halting. Past ten thousand five hundred miles, he upholds the identical pace."
A close elder shook his head gradually, disbelieving.
"It's not just surpassing the threshold. It's how he achieved it. No explosive push, no frantic rush. He just stepped beyond."
Matthew Grimes permitted a slight grin.
"This is the scariest element," he observed steadily. "He keeps going."
True enough, the overhead display showed Max forgoing any pause in triumph or ease. As he ventured further into the eleventh layer, the surrounding fire grew fiercer, but his bearing stayed straight and serene.
Ten thousand five hundred and twenty miles.
Ten thousand five hundred and fifty miles.
The whispers in the assembly swelled.
"He's aiming for the innermost part of the eleventh layer."
"Is he planning to probe the edge?"
Zain remained quiet in their midst, his gaze glued to Max's figure on the display. The burden of the eleventh layer had compelled him to yield at this exact point. Seeing someone else venture past evoked tangled feelings inside.
Garry Heron's mouth set firmly, his previous scorn now swapped for stiff quietude. Even without words, the strain in his stance revealed his mind.
Victor Veron articulated what many were starting to ponder.
"If he sustains this speed… just one query remains."
Henry Lumin inclined his head gradually.
"Will he attain the verge of the twelfth layer?"
Lilith Carol's eyes expanded subtly.
"The twelfth layer remains unentered by any in the Rebirth Realm. Even the former Saintess failed."
An elder gulped before speaking.
"Is he really set to defy that myth?"
The inquiry lingered thickly, unvoiced but echoing in every mind.
Could Max manage to enter the fabled twelfth layer, a domain untouched by any Rebirth Realm cultivator throughout the Black Dragon Palace's history?
Overhead, the display kept showing his persistent progress.
Ten thousand six hundred miles.
The blaze thundered with regal wrath, but Max stayed active.
And the eagerness among the assembled elders and clan leaders swelled to a nearly intolerable level.