Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1459 Records Broken, History Re-written, Miracles Created!

"Look at me," a senior elder declared, lifting his hand as if to balance himself. "I'm shaking from the pure astonishment of this. Over centuries, even millennia, we thought it impossible to reach the twelfth layer in the Rebirth Realm. We called it an unattainable legend. But today, that conviction has shattered."

Another elder's voice carried deep emotion. "He made it to the twelfth layer at just the first stage of Rebirth Realm. Even the previous Saintess with her complete Imperial Bloodline awakening couldn't manage that. Max has crossed that limit using only his personal power and insight."

"This goes beyond mere talent," a hall master announced firmly. "It's the emergence of a legend. He occupies a position where no one else has ever been."

A white-haired elder let out a profound sigh. "In all my years, I never dreamed I'd see something like this. We'll recount this day to our offspring. They'll regard it as the dawn of a new era."

Yet another elder burst out with uncontainable pride, "He belongs with the legendary figures of our clan. He evokes the founding ancestors who forged the Black Dragon Clan's fame across the Divine Realm. He's not just tracing their path—he's forging his unique one."

The excitement intensified further.

"Legend," a voice cried out. "He's becoming a legend."

Those words raced like flames among the assembled disciples and elders. Their hearts swelled with pride, not tied to any single hall, but to the Black Dragon Clan as a whole.

In that instant, hall rivalries faded away. It didn't matter if Max followed Lady Virelia or any particular family. The sole fact that resonated was how one of their clan members had demolished the holiest limit of the Path to Eternal Flames.

An elder uttered words of deep respect, his tone firm though his eyes betrayed emotion. "Starting now, the twelfth layer won't be seen as an impossible tale at the Rebirth Realm. It'll be known as the layer Max first conquered."

Victor Veron's clear voice echoed as he gazed in wonder at the projection. "History is unfolding right here. No Rebirth Realm disciple has ever entered the twelfth layer since the Path's creation."

Henry Lumin breathed out steadily, his calm disrupted. "The fully awakened Saintess couldn't achieve this. He's gone past the height of our documented legends."

Lilith Carol expressed awe. "He ranks with the mighty icons of the Black Dragon Clan. He brings to mind Ancestor Kaelion, who broke through his time's limits, and Sovereign Tharos, who challenged the heavens en route to the Divine Realm's summits."

Matthew Grimes spoke with resolute pride. "From today, Max's name will stand etched next to our clan's most remarkable prodigies."

An elder close to the forefront added with quivering awe, "This accomplishment elevates him above typical genius measures. He's entered a realm our mightiest ancestors couldn't touch at this stage."

Disciples burst into animated chatter, overlapping in shock and reverence.

"He's outdone the Saintess."

"He's outdone Zain."

"He's shattered the impossible."

Zain himself remained motionless, fixed on the projection with grave admiration. The significance of what he'd seen weighed heavily on him.

Garry Heron stayed silent. His prior confidence had vanished entirely. His convictions lay in ruins, leaving him mute. He realized standard rules that bound others simply didn't hold for Max, who thrived on defying conventions.

"Can a prodigy who eclipses a fully awakened Imperial Bloodline Saintess really emerge from our Black Dragon Clan?" He whispered to himself inwardly, watching Max's image among the hovering projections.

In the projection, Max remained composed in the twelfth layer, encircled by flames exuding supreme command. Still, he held his posture firm.

The Black Dragon Palace had just beheld the rise of a fresh legend.

His name's resonance would endure for ages.

While the whole Black Dragon Palace lingered in astonished festivities, Max didn't advance a single pace after stepping into the twelfth layer.

The surrounding flames differed vastly from those below. They weren't just suppressive anymore. They wielded a ruling force, as if this level lay outside the grasp of typical cultivators. The chaotic flame laws were honed to perfection here, coursing like streams of pure dominance.

Yet Max stayed utterly motionless.

His eyes didn't even dwell on the daunting surroundings.

His focus had shifted completely inside.

Inside his inner realm, the Chaos Tree shook fiercely.

The initial bud on the flame branch was absorbing energy at a rate surpassing all prior efforts. Threads of golden law energy streamed toward it from all sides. Even more remarkably, the twelfth layer's chaotic flame laws were being drawn in, dissolving from the environment and channeling into the bud as endless scarlet flows.

Max's eyes widened a bit.

"The chaotic flame laws plus the twelfth layer's full energy are funneling into the bud," he whispered in astonishment. "It seems like it'll drain everything in moments."

He perceived it distinctly.

The fiercer and purer the energy grew, the quicker the bud consumed it. The twelfth layer's commanding flames offered no opposition. They were devoured outright.

The projection over the viewing area started to flicker subtly. Sharp-eyed elders spotted minor shifts in the twelfth layer. The flame intensity near Max appeared to lessen slowly, like the blaze was being drawn off.

Inside, the bud expanded.

Fine cracks formed on its surface, with deep crimson light seeping out. The surrounding golden shine gradually deepened, turning to a denser tone. The aura it released grew weightier, older, more commanding.

Max sensed the whole flame branch quaking.

The bud no longer looked like a mere leaf outgrowth. It had swelled, rounded out, sharpened in form. The chaotic flame laws that once burdened him were now being purified and packed inside it.

He stayed wordless.

He'd foreseen progress. He'd foreseen change.

But not on this magnitude.

The bud kept pulling in energy relentlessly. The twelfth layer's polished flames noticeably faded as their core was siphoned away. In the Chaos Tree, the bud at last burst fully open.

It didn't blossom into a bloom.

It solidified.

The golden and crimson lights merged into one shape, hardening bit by bit.

Right before Max's gaze, the bud morphed into a deep red fruit.

Its skin gleamed smooth, etched with subtle veins like streaming flame laws. It projected a deep aura, intense and weighty, akin to packed sovereignty. It didn't flare chaotically. Rather, it exuded calm might, as if holding a whole realm inside.

As the fruit settled, the Chaos Tree's quakes ceased.

Max gazed at it in awed quiet.

The twelfth layer's chaotic flame laws had been forged into a concrete form.

A deep red fruit dangled from the flame branch.

The power it held surpassed anything he'd wielded previously.