Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1458 Into The Legendary 12th Layer!

Each further mile appeared as a colossal feat. His velocity had diminished even more, yet his bearing displayed no uncertainty. Shoulders stayed erect. Respiration remained steady. The blazing inferno intensified, but he pushed onward.

Beyond the dome, the observation area had fallen into an eerie hush.

Not a soul chuckled.

No murmurs escaped.

Every gaze locked skyward.

"He keeps advancing."

An elder's tone shattered the quiet, quivering just a bit.

Victor Veron moved ahead without thinking, fingers locked behind him while his poise began to waver.

"He has exceeded all forecasts already."

Henry Lumin's stare had intensified to a fierce concentration.

"This marks the innermost zone of the eleventh level."

Lilith Carol's eyes mirrored the dancing glow from the display.

"Should he arrive at ten thousand nine hundred miles…"

Her words faded, as the implication was clear to all present.

Ten thousand eight hundred and fifty miles.

Ten thousand nine hundred miles.

The display flickered wildly when the figure emerged.

Max had attained the farthest reach of ten thousand nine hundred miles.

The edge to the twelfth level hovered in front, dimly perceptible as a warped veil of fire that flared with an unmatched clarity compared to lower depths. The atmosphere inside the eleventh level appeared to squeeze tighter, as if opposing any chance of his progress.

In that instant, an extraordinary event unfolded outside.

One after another, the clan leaders stood from their chairs.

Victor Veron rose initially.

Henry Lumin came next.

Lilith Carol ascended without a word.

Matthew Grimes stood with composed grace.

Garry Heron even got to his feet, despite his grim face.

The surrounding elders hastily imitated, standing as if beholding a holy occasion. The pupils sensed the change and aligned themselves, their thrill nearly overwhelming.

"Will he actually try it?"

"Is he on the verge of entering the twelfth level?"

"Nobody has achieved this in the Rebirth Realm before."

The very atmosphere buzzed with expectation. Pulses raced noticeably. Even the fires on the display appeared to blaze more vividly as Max positioned himself at the gateway.

Garry's gaze tightened.

He stayed silent, but his eyes clung to the remaining distance.

Inside the dome, Max positioned himself at ten thousand nine hundred miles, with the frontier of the fabled twelfth level glimmering ahead.

And the whole Black Dragon Palace waited in suspense.

"The force here is most intense," Max whispered softly while at the innermost spot of the eleventh level, the concluding hundred miles extending like a fiery skyline dividing the familiar from the mythical.

The fires in this place no longer looked like wild streams. They flared with grave command, as if serving as sentinels for an age-old divide that had turned away innumerable aspirants over the ages.

He refrained from moving right away.

Rather, he directed his focus inside.

In his internal realm, the Chaos Tree glowed with deep luster. The initial sprout on the fire limb had expanded almost to fullness. Its exterior was no longer sealed shut. It throbbed with a consistent beat, timeless and stately.

Max perceived it teetering on the edge of unfolding into significance. The power it gathered during the Path to Eternal Flames had hit a peak. It seemed solid, whole, prepared.

The remaining four foliage quivered too. Faint bumps had appeared at their roots. They neared producing their own sprouts. The development was no longer abstract. It was certain.

"I figure the initial sprout will completely develop in the upcoming level," Max said to himself.

He lifted his eyelids.

Ahead lay the frontier to the twelfth level, glowing subtly, its aura grave and inaccessible.

Then he started to proceed.

The initial stride was measured, intentional. The force slammed into him right away, fiercer than any trial in the eleventh level. The fires solidified into thick flows that coiled about him, defying his movement with regal wrath.

Ten thousand nine hundred and ten miles.

The surface under his boots fractured slightly from the immense strain on his frame. His breaths deepened, but his look held firm.

Ten thousand nine hundred and thirty miles.

The turbulent fire principles amassed in front like a barrier of searing dominance. His presence wavered beneath the burden, yet he refused to bow.

Ten thousand nine hundred and fifty miles.

Outside the dome, all individuals remained upright. None ventured to reseat. The display wavered intensely from the fire's ferocity.

"He continues to press on," Victor Veron stated, his tone hushed yet shaking with astonishment. "The force in that spot ought to have halted him by now."

Henry Lumin gazed above with unyielding attention. "This surpasses all accounts in our family's annals. The Saintess from that time fell short of this mark."

Lilith Carol uttered deliberately, her eyes capturing the fiery gleam from the display. "The twelfth level has never welcomed anyone at the Rebirth Realm. Crossing this would demand a revision of the tales."

Ten thousand nine hundred and eighty miles.

The fires bellowed in rage. The air seemed to warp savagely. The ultimate obstacle gleamed like a heavenly edict denying his presence.

Ten thousand nine hundred and ninety miles.

Max's form quivered subtly under the crushing force. Inside, the first sprout on the Chaos Tree throbbed with dazzling light. It seemed to propel him onward.

He raised his foot again.

The frontier quaked as he advanced.

Then, in a last determined motion, Max traversed the final mile.

The obstacle dissolved like an illusion.

He stepped into the twelfth level.

For an instant, quiet enveloped the entire Black Dragon Palace.

Then chaos exploded.

"He has stepped into the twelfth level," an elder yelled, his voice breaking as the declaration emerged. His eyes bulged, riveted to the display showing Max amid the scorching realm that had spurned every Rebirth Realm practitioner in the past.

"He has genuinely entered," another elder repeated, his fingers shaking as he gestured skyward. "The record lies shattered. History stands altered. Max has forged another wonder right before us."

The observation area burst into unrestrained turmoil. Elders who had upheld decorum and restraint for years now succumbed to the sheer scale of the spectacle they had beheld.