Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1462 Growing More Buds!

"He was cultivating quietly in the lower sections," a hall master remarked deliberately, attempting to comprehend the situation. "Previously, he proceeded with great care. But now, he's traversing the upper sections at an unbelievable velocity."

"This can't be happening," another elder asserted decisively, shaking his head in utter astonishment. "Just inner disciples in the Law Awakening Realm can exhibit such rapid motion inside the Path. Max is only at the initial stage of the Rebirth Realm. How is he achieving this velocity?"

Victor Veron's face had shed its previous serenity. "The weight of the twelfth layer is unbearable even for those at the pinnacle of the Rebirth Realm for extended periods. Not only did he withstand it, he sped up while inside."

Henry Lumin's brows furrowed intensely. "Before, he depended on gradual insights. Now he's employing raw power. This alteration in his rhythm feels utterly abnormal."

Lilith Carol squinted her eyes while scrutinizing the projection intently. "Right before he dashed ahead, there was an instant. His presence shifted. Something inside him became anchored."

Matthew Grimes stayed quiet for a few moments prior to voicing his thoughts. "His base is much stronger than our calculations suggested. The Path to Eternal Flames crushes those who depend only on sheer might, but he appears to blend seamlessly with it."

The disciples descended into total turmoil.

"Has he advanced once more?"

"Did he achieve some abrupt realization?"

"Nobody in the Rebirth Realm ought to progress in that manner."

Garry Heron's features had turned stiff, the prior scorn vanished entirely. His mouth formed a tight line as he stared at the projection showing the thirteenth layer for the first instance in known records at this level.

The elders traded shocked looks.

"It happened so swiftly," one whispered. "He passed the last portion of the twelfth layer like the weight no longer held sway over him."

Another voiced in amazement, "The Path is designed to test boundaries. It's intended to expose the edge of one's capabilities. Why doesn't it hold him back?"

This wave of astonishment hit harder than the previous one.

Stepping into the twelfth layer had already altered records.

Breaching the thirteenth layer at that pace demolished all their knowledge of Rebirth Realm cultivation constraints.

Overhead, the projection steadied, displaying Max poised serenely in the thirteenth layer as if no remarkable event had transpired.

That composed silhouette only amplified the incredulity rippling through the Black Dragon Palace.

"Excellent," Max whispered to himself, a spark of thrill gleaming in his gaze as he examined the flame branch of the Chaos Tree. All four leftover leaves quivered fiercely at this point. The faint swells underneath them had expanded, becoming more robust, as if pushing against some unseen barrier.

"I ought to foster at least one bud from them in this thirteenth layer, perhaps more," he stated composedly.

Holding that anticipation, he started advancing through the thirteenth layer.

The setting here differed greatly from the twelfth. The flames appeared darker, more profound in color, and intensely more suppressive. They didn't blaze ferociously. They smoldered quietly, thick and choking, bearing down from all sides like a crumbling realm. The disordered flame laws had solidified into almost solid currents, streaming like liquid lava rivers across the area surrounding him.

Still, Max progressed swiftly.

In contrast to earlier, he didn't move warily. His presence blazed with restrained vigor, his Flame Concept vibrating strongly with the ambiance. The Chaos Tree inside him ingested the crushing force at a remarkable rate. Each stride pulled in surges of chaotic flame laws, which were then purified and densified.

12100 miles.

12200 miles.

His velocity remained steady.

Beyond the dome, the projection blinked repeatedly as Max's form rushed onward in the thirteenth layer. The elders and clan leaders could merely observe in hushed amazement.

In his internal realm, the second leaf shook wildly while it took in increasing amounts of purified essence. The chaotic flame laws of the thirteenth layer proved cleaner and thicker than those in lower areas. They flooded into the Chaos Tree in vast flows.

As Max approached about the midpoint of the thirteenth layer, the change at last happened.

A piercing throb echoed inside him.

The second leaf expanded suddenly, its exterior shining brightly before a fissure formed at its core. Essence gathered swiftly around it, and soon, a fresh bud sprouted from its face.

Max sensed the shift right away.

As the second bud took shape, its intake speed exceeded even the initial fruit's prior consumption rate. Currents of flame essence twisted oddly toward him, yanked in like captured by unseen pull.

"Very good," Max whispered, feeling the rush of purified strength.

With two functioning development sites on the flame branch, the ambient pressure lessened even more. The chaotic flame laws that had once weighed on him got drained before they could take full effect.

His stride quickened.

Twelve thousand six hundred miles.

Twelve thousand seven hundred miles.

The greater the number of buds, the quicker the essence was absorbed. It felt like the whole thirteenth layer served as sustenance.

When he drew close to the innermost section of the thirteenth layer, the third leaf started quaking without control. Its fullness had hit its maximum. The endless supply of purified flame laws forced it past its limit.

In the uttermost depths of the thirteenth layer, right as the gateway to the subsequent border glimmered softly in front, the third shift took place.

The third leaf split apart.

A third bud surfaced, throbbing with rich scarlet glow.

The instant it appeared, the consumption pace surged wildly. The three development points operated together, hauling in the nearby essence with unyielding effectiveness. The heavy presence of the thirteenth layer faded noticeably around Max's form.

The chaotic flame laws shaping the surroundings were no longer barriers. They became resources.

Max positioned himself at the innermost point of the thirteenth layer, experiencing the three buds pulling strength nonstop. The fourth and fifth leaves quivered more vigorously than before, their own limits nearing.

The more buds that sprouted, the more voraciously the Chaos Tree fed.

And with each evolution, the Path to Eternal Flames itself appeared to falter in his presence.