Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1465 Reaching the Limit!

Max pressed on without mercy.

He conquered the nineteenth level, followed by the twentieth.

Beyond the dome, the elders were utterly speechless, unable to form proper words. The twentieth level was traditionally seen as the territory of top inner disciples. But Max surged through it seamlessly.

Upon entering the twenty-first level, the last bud struggled to hold back the vast power gathered from the upper realms.

With Max venturing further into the twenty-first level, the bud split apart and formed the fifth deep crimson fruit.

This change finalized the flame branch.

Now, five fruits dangled in perfect balance, each holding purified chaotic flame principles pulled from the ongoing stages of the Path to Eternal Flames.

Max positioned himself in the twenty-first level, encircled by commanding flames that blazed with fearsome power. Still, his presence stayed firm, bolstered by his tougher body and the five ripened fruits anchoring the Chaos Tree.

The challenge had far exceeded mythical tales.

Yet he remained intact.

"The force here hits hardest," Max whispered while positioned in the twenty-first level, taking measured, calm inhales. The fires encircling him went beyond just heavy pressure. They seemed total. Every thread of chaotic flame principle bore a burden that squeezed both his form and soul, challenging the strength of his base.

"I don't believe I can proceed much beyond this point."

He uttered it without anger. It came out with sharp awareness.

The initial vein among the Seven Divine Veins kept throbbing inside him, bolstering his frame. The five deep crimson fruits weighed down the flame limb of the Chaos Tree, each securing his inner framework and providing remarkable endurance. But despite these boosts, the twenty-first level drove him close to his breaking point.

The fires in this place didn't just scorch. They evaluated. They measured his being and spotted its boundaries.

Max raised his eyes shortly to the farther reaches of the Path. Past the twenty-first level, the crushing presence grew denser. It seemed remote but choking, akin to a chain of unseen dominion peaks looming in front.

He yearned to attain the thirty-sixth level.

He longed to witness the summit of the Path to Eternal Flames, to grasp the complete scope of this timeless ordeal.

However, longing couldn't surpass facts.

Given his present level at the first stage of the Rebirth Realm, pushing past the twenty-first level absent the massive aid from the Chaos Tree would prove foolish. Even aided by the Chaos Tree, the strain here already neared his edge.

Realizing this, Max gradually sank to the floor and assumed a cross-legged pose.

The commanding flames kept eddying about him, yet his presence steadied as he turned his attention inside.

The Path to Eternal Flames wasn't just a climb of stamina. It served as a forging arena. It was designed for genuine disciples and core disciples to harden their forms and grasp a universal route. Every level held polished flame principles intended to steer those able to sense them.

Max shut his eyes.

He let the crushing flames bear down on him as his mind stretched out, connecting with the complex makeup of the chaotic flame principles in the twenty-first level. These weren't scattered ideas anymore. They formed tiers, linked together, building a larger framework that suggested depths past basic fire control.

He started examining them with precision.

The chaotic fires present weren't only ruinous. They held a hint of structure amid their disorder, a beat concealed under their rage. It appeared they represented a route that went beyond standard fire insight.

Max realized this marked the real aim of the ordeal.

Hardening the form came second.

Grasping the universal route woven into the flames stood as the actual prize.

He dove in completely.

If this universal route fit him or not was yet unclear. But he refused to depart without decoding the gifts of the Path to Eternal Flames.

In the twenty-first level, amid ruling fire, Max launched into his genuine insight.

As the projection displayed Max settling down in the twenty-first level rather than pressing ahead, the persistent strain on the observation deck at last altered.

For the initial occasion since starting his relentless rise from the thirteenth level, he had halted.

"Has he at last hit his boundaries?" Victor Veron breathed out gradually as he said it, his tone laden with both ease and ongoing doubt. His stare stayed locked on the projection, showing Max in cross-legged stance surrounded by the ruling flames of the twenty-first level. "I have to confess, I no longer knew where his boundary might emerge."

Henry Lumin gave a slight nod, his face still grave. "From the thirteenth level straight to the twenty-first, he overcame them sequentially. Whenever we figured that was it, he went further."

Lilith Carol's gaze held firm, even as her voice held subdued wonder. "We expected his boundary at the twelfth. Then the thirteenth. Maybe the fifteenth next. But he kept ascending like the Path was revealing itself just for him."

An elder close by let out a profound sigh. "Entering the twentieth level made me sure that was the ultimate edge. That level stands as the accepted cap for inner disciples in the Law Awakening Realm. But he pressed on."

Another elder wagged his head gradually. "His speedup from the thirteenth to the twenty-first level gave us no chance to catch our breath. All our forecasts got crushed."

The disciples underneath felt equally stunned.

"Is this his boundary then?" one murmured softly.

Victor Veron placed his hands behind his back and eyed the projection intently. "Hitting one's boundary brings no disgrace. The twenty-first level already outstrips any outer disciple in our clan's past records."

Henry Lumin uttered with careful admiration. "Even the top talents from earlier eras couldn't near this profoundness at the Rebirth Realm. That he remains composed in the twenty-first level reveals much about his base."

Lilith Carol murmured gently, "Plus, he shows no signs of fatigue. He's not crumbling. He decided to halt."

This remark sparked a quiet change in the air.

Matthew Grimes, silent until now, at last voiced. "He knows his edge. He's avoiding blind force. Rather, he's turning the twenty-first level into a spot for insight."

The prior rush of incredulity had evolved into a more subdued, weightier mood.

Max hadn't been forced out.

He hadn't suffered loss.

He'd merely acknowledged his cultivation's present cap and opted to train inside it.

Having seen him shatter all forecasts from the twelfth level on, the assembled elders and family leaders no longer ventured to set his potential height.

The projection kept displaying Max positioned serenely in the twenty-first level, with flames whirling around him like loyal attendants.