Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1461 Into the 13th Layer!

As the projection revealed Max progressing further in the twelfth layer, stunned silence gripped the entire viewing platform.

"He's still pushing ahead," one elder muttered, his tone rough with astonishment. "He shows no sign of halting."

A different elder gazed up with bulging eyes. "Has Max yet to hit his breaking point? Even in the twelfth layer, he's holding firm without faltering."

Whispers intensified as the truth sank in among the observers.

"How can this even happen?" a disciple burst out. "He's merely at the first level of the Rebirth Realm. The weight in this place ought to be intolerable. Not even the former Saintess managed to set foot here, but he's traversing it effortlessly."

"It defies all logic," another elder remarked, his head shaking gradually. "In these depths, the flame laws reach their purest intensity. Such power should instantly overwhelm any Rebirth Realm cultivator."

Victor Veron knitted his brows tightly while scrutinizing the projection intently. "This goes against all we know. In the twelfth layer, simply standing steady demands every ounce of effort. But he's keeping on."

Henry Lumin wore a solemn look. "Isabella and Zain both hit their ceilings at the tenth and eleventh layers. The crushing force stopped them cold. So why hasn't Max faced that same wall?"

Lilith Carol offered her insight calmly. "His core must differ in some essential way. The Path to Eternal Flames isn't just about raw power. It gauges insight and attunement to the flame laws."

The disciples shared the same turmoil.

"Does he intend to breach the thirteenth layer?"

"Does a thirteenth layer even exist?"

"At this rate, there's no telling his ultimate reach."

Excitement mingled with utter incredulity in the air.

Most anticipated Max's swift expulsion right after breaching the twelfth layer. Such an outcome would seem reasonable. It would fit expectations. But rather than falter or pull back, he pressed on as if the suffocating surroundings had turned bearable for him.

In the projection, the twelfth layer's flames blazed with regal ferocity, but Max's form moved ahead with resolute calm. His pace stayed measured, free of rashness or doubt, steady and resolute.

Matthew Grimes watched with keen attention before commenting. "He shows no signs of buckling under the strain. His energy field holds steady."

Garry Heron stayed quiet, his gaze piercing the projection. The shock flashing in his eyes couldn't be fully concealed.

One elder finally articulated the doubt haunting everyone. "What keeps him from his limit? Isabella stopped at the tenth layer. Zain at the eleventh. Why isn't the twelfth layer holding him back similarly?"

Answers eluded them all.

The Path to Eternal Flames had long served as a true gauge of promise. Every layer marked a cultivator's boundary. Max, however, defied that norm entirely.

While he kept moving deeper into the twelfth layer, the elders and family leaders felt their initial shock evolve into profound awe.

This surpassed mere record-smashing.

It questioned their grasp of boundaries themselves.

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Moments later, the projection's counter updated once more.

Eleven thousand five hundred miles.

Fresh waves of incredulity swept the assembly as Max passed that point seamlessly. No longer depending only on the Chaos Tree's subtle aid, his energy burst forth solidly, propelling him ahead with personal might against the twelfth layer's domineering force.

Around him, the flames surged wildly, their weight gathering like a falling heaven. The turbulent flame laws writhed and spiraled, erecting unseen walls that could break a typical cultivator's resolve. Still, Max broke through with precise power. His frame emitted its own warmth, his Flame Concept syncing with the surroundings instead of yielding to their dominance.

Inside, the four leftover leaves on the flame branch quivered nonstop. They consumed the nearby energies and disordered flame laws with incredible speed. Flows of red and gold streamed in, purified and integrated flawlessly. This intake bolstered him gradually, lightening the layer's heavy toll and letting his speed build.

The synergy proved evident.

As the Chaos Tree processed the ambient laws and his cultivation flared in tandem, Max surged faster than earlier.

Eleven thousand six hundred miles.

Eleven thousand seven hundred miles.

The projection shuddered wildly while the twelfth layer fought to restrain him.

Beyond, the elders and family heads observed in mute shock. Their prior wonder hadn't subsided, but now it mixed with something far more astonishing.

"His pace is quickening," an elder breathed softly.

Victor Veron fixed his gaze on the projection, speaking quietly. "He's not just surviving the twelfth layer anymore. He's conquering it outright."

Henry Lumin's face grew taut. "This surpasses all sense."

In the twelfth layer, Max's strides grew bolder and more determined. The flames that previously opposed him now yielded a bit as the Chaos Tree drew in their core. His energy responded with a controlled blaze, potent yet mastered.

Before long, he reached the twelfth layer's innermost zone.

Ahead, dim but clear, glowed yet another divide.

The gateway to the thirteenth layer.

For an instant, Max halted.

His stare fixed on the barrier.

Then, resolutely, he sped up.

WHOOSH.

His silhouette streaked like a bolt of red fire, rocketing ahead with sudden velocity. The twelfth layer's stifling flames ripped open behind him as he spanned the last stretch in a flash.

The divide quaked fiercely.

Then Max crossed it.

He penetrated the thirteenth layer.

Outside the dome, the projection blazed intensely.

Hush descended anew.

The impossible had struck once more.

As Max's image vanished into the thirteenth layer, the projection shook, and for a few pounding heartbeats, speech failed everyone.

Then the quiet broke explosively.

"How is this possible?" an elder cried, his words tumbling out wildly. "Why did his velocity spike like that all of a sudden?"

A second elder advanced, peering up as though his sight deceived him. "What occurred there? He advanced calmly moments ago, yet now he blasted through the twelfth layer's core in one rush. Where did his boundaries go?"

Whispers cascaded through the throng, bewilderment overtaking their previous reverence.