Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1463 14th Layer and Beyond!

When Max arrived at the innermost section of the thirteenth level, the astonishment beyond the barrier had transformed in kind.

Before, each advancement had sparked chaos. Every additional level had drawn exclamations, cries, quivering tones, and utter incredulity. But now, with the display showing Max poised steadily at the edge of yet another frontier, an odd detachment had overtaken the onlookers.

Screams were absent now.

Doubts about its feasibility were gone.

They merely observed in utter stunned silence.

Within the Path to Eternal Flames, Max pressed on without stopping. The pair of buds on the Chaos Tree's flame limb throbbed steadily, consuming the purified essence from the thirteenth level with terrifying speed. The nearby turbulent fire principles warped oddly in his direction, drained off before they could unleash their complete crushing might.

He sensed the fourth and fifth leaves quivering fiercely. Their fullness was nearly achieved.

"No reason to hold back," Max mused steadily.

The concluding segment of the thirteenth level blazed intensely in front of him, yet unlike the prior levels, it no longer seemed an impossible obstacle. With two buds busily processing essence and his personal power bolstering his progress, the strain had turned bearable.

He advanced without a second thought.

Twelve thousand eight hundred miles.

Twelve thousand nine hundred miles.

The overhead image wavered as his form progressed reliably. Beyond, the seniors and clan leaders gazed mutely. Their faces no longer showed wild incredulity. Rather, a profound, disturbed reverence had taken hold.

"He's traversing it once more," a senior murmured softly, nearly to himself.

Victor Veron stayed quiet. His eyes locked skyward, his thoughts evidently struggling to readjust to new boundaries.

Henry Lumin clasped his hands at his back, his look grave. He ceased trying to make sense of it.

Lilith Carol breathed out gently. "We figured the twelfth level was the height for this stage. Then the thirteenth seemed a wonder. Now…"

Her words faded away.

Garry Heron remained stiff, his features stripped of prior scorn. He uttered nothing. No points left to contest.

In the Path, Max covered the last stretches of the thirteenth level with measured speed-up. The fires divided before the joint power of his presence and the Chaos Tree's unyielding intake.

He arrived at the edge.

Losing no time, he moved ahead.

The divide flickered momentarily before giving way.

Max stepped into the fourteenth level.

Outside the barrier, no outburst occurred this round.

Just quiet.

A profound, weighty quiet.

The display settled, showing his form positioned steadily inside the fourteenth level as if this rise was merely a logical step.

The seniors didn't cry out.

The learners didn't yell.

They just looked on.

They'd grown desensitized to the unthinkable.

No further level seemed like a shattered threshold anymore.

"Are we seeing something epic or what?" a senior finally uttered, shattering the thick quiet on the observation area. His tone held real incredulity. "I think I've been stunned more in this one test than over all my years."

A slight wave of nervous chuckles rippled among some close seniors, but it died fast. The image overhead kept depicting Max rooted solidly in the fourteenth level, the fires eddying about him like they held no power to hold him down.

A different senior crossed his arms firmly over his torso while speaking, eyes aimed high. "Should Max maintain this speed, he could even breach the twentieth level. That's the cap set for core learners."

The statement lingered like a taboo idea.

"No way, that's out of reach," another senior shot back right away, even if his voice missed the former assurance. "Regardless of the wonders he pulls off, the twentieth level is an entirely separate territory. That's where Law Awakening Realm core learners hit their end. He's merely at Rebirth Realm's initial stage."

"You positive?" yet another senior cut in, nodding his head gradually. His gaze showed both wonder and acceptance. "This youth has demolished every wall we deemed unbreakable. Started with the twelfth level, followed by the thirteenth, and now the fourteenth nonstop. Every instance, we claimed it couldn't happen."

Victor Veron kept mute for an extended beat before voicing lowly. "The twentieth level has long been seen as the realm for core learners starting to awaken actual principles. Should he near it in this stage, our core knowledge demands overhaul."

Henry Lumin's forehead creased deeply. "Even history's mightiest outer learners couldn't pass the twelfth. The thirteenth and fourteenth were never in the picture. But here we are, discussing the twentieth."

Lilith Carol let out a light sigh. "We hold onto outdated barriers. Maybe the Path hasn't shifted. Maybe we're just seeing a person who defies it."

The previous uproar had given way to a deeper feeling. It wasn't mere surprise anymore. It was the slow crumbling of deep-seated beliefs.

Yet another senior whispered. "I once thought the Path to Eternal Flames was the perfect gauge of promise. It set firm marks. It exposed limits. Now those marks are fading."

The senior who'd questioned before shook his head once more, slower this time. "I wouldn't count on anything concerning him now. Whenever we set his boundary, he strides beyond it."

Overhead, the display went on showing Max pushing further into the fourteenth level, calm and collected.

The issue wasn't if he'd halt shortly.

The issue was how far this time would stretch past all they'd held as feasible.

While the seniors and clan leaders kept arguing if Max could really near the twentieth level, the display overhead altered faintly.

In the fourteenth level, Max had stayed put for a few instants. The ruling fires coiled around him in thick whorls, bearing down with force that would smash even veteran core learners. But he hadn't budged.

He was checking his Chaos Tree anew.

In his internal realm, the change was nowhere near done. Three buds had sprouted on the flame limb, each gulping essence and turbulent fire principles with tireless pace. The fourth and fifth leaves shook vigorously, their exteriors shining with rich scarlet radiance. The essence taken from the thirteenth level had driven them to near fullness.

Now, in the fourteenth level, the thickness and clarity of the fire principles had risen further. Flows of pure essence flooded in at a staggering velocity. The buds throbbed steadily, processing all that came. The initial deep crimson fruit dangled serenely, its skin shimmering softly as if steadying amid the steady supply of fuel.

Max sensed it distinctly.

The fourth leaf was near.

Extremely near.

He breathed out gradually and lifted his eyes.