Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100-Chapter 1458: Into The Legendary 12th Layer!

Every additional mile felt monumental. His speed had slowed further, but there was no hesitation in his posture. His shoulders remained straight. His breathing was controlled. The inferno raged, but he advanced.

Outside the dome, the viewing platform had grown unnaturally quiet.

No one laughed.

No one whispered.

All eyes were fixed upward.

"He is still moving."

An elder’s voice broke the silence, trembling slightly.

Victor Veron stepped forward unconsciously, his hands clasped behind his back but his composure thinning.

"He has already surpassed every prediction."

Henry Lumin’s gaze had sharpened to an intense focus.

"This is the deepest region of the eleventh layer."

Lilith Carol’s eyes reflected the flickering light of the projection.

"If he reaches ten thousand nine hundred miles..."

Her sentence trailed off, because everyone knew what lay just beyond that point.

Ten thousand eight hundred and fifty miles.

Ten thousand nine hundred miles.

The projection shimmered violently as the number appeared.

Max had reached the deepest part of ten thousand nine hundred miles.

The boundary to the twelfth layer loomed ahead, faintly visible as a distorted curtain of flame that burned with a purity unlike anything below. The air within the eleventh layer seemed to compress inward as if resisting the very possibility of his advance.

At that moment, something remarkable happened outside.

One by one, the family heads rose from their seats.

Victor Veron stood first.

Henry Lumin followed.

Lilith Carol stood silently.

Matthew Grimes rose with calm dignity.

Even Garry Heron stood, though his expression remained dark.

The elders nearby quickly followed, rising instinctively as if witnessing a sacred moment. The disciples felt the shift and straightened as well, their excitement almost unbearable.

"Is he really going to attempt it?"

"Is he about to step into the twelfth layer?"

"No one has ever done this at the Rebirth Realm."

The air itself felt charged with anticipation. Hearts pounded audibly. Even the flames on the projection seemed to burn brighter as Max stood before the threshold.

Garry’s eyes narrowed.

He did not speak, but his gaze was locked onto the final stretch.

Within the dome, Max stood at ten thousand nine hundred miles, the boundary of the legendary twelfth layer shimmering before him.

And the entire Black Dragon Palace held its breath.

"The pressure here is the strongest," Max muttered quietly as he stood at the deepest point of the eleventh layer, the final hundred miles stretching before him like a burning horizon that separated the known from the legendary.

The flames here no longer resembled chaotic currents. They burned with solemn authority, as though they were the guardians of an ancient boundary that had rejected countless challengers across generations.

He did not step forward immediately.

Instead, he turned his attention inward.

Within his inner world, the Chaos Tree shimmered with profound radiance. The first bud on the flame branch had swollen to near completion. Its surface was no longer tightly closed. It pulsed with a steady rhythm, ancient and dignified.

Max could sense that it was on the verge of blooming into something meaningful. The energy it had absorbed throughout the Path to Eternal Flames had reached a threshold. It felt stable, complete, ready.

The other four leaves trembled as well. Subtle protrusions had formed at their bases. They were close to birthing buds of their own. The process was no longer theoretical. It was inevitable.

"I suppose the first bud will fully mature within the next layer," Max murmured to himself.

He opened his eyes.

Before him, the boundary to the twelfth layer shimmered faintly, its presence solemn and untouchable.

Then he began to walk.

The first step forward was slow, deliberate. The pressure crashed down upon him instantly, more violent than anything he had endured in the eleventh layer. The flames condensed into dense currents that twisted around him, resisting his advance with sovereign fury.

Ten thousand nine hundred and ten miles.

The ground beneath his feet cracked faintly from the crushing force pressing upon his body. His breathing grew heavier, but his gaze remained steady.

Ten thousand nine hundred and thirty miles.

The chaotic flame laws gathered ahead like a wall of molten authority. His aura flickered under the weight, yet he did not kneel.

Ten thousand nine hundred and fifty miles.

Outside the dome, every person stood. No one dared to sit. The projection flickered violently from the intensity of the flames.

"He is still moving," Victor Veron said, his voice low but trembling with disbelief. "The pressure there should have already stopped him."

Henry Lumin stared upward with rigid focus. "This is beyond anything recorded in our clan’s history. The Saintess of that era collapsed before this point."

Lilith Carol spoke slowly, her eyes reflecting the burning light from the projection. "The twelfth layer has never accepted anyone at the Rebirth Realm. If he crosses this, then the legends will need rewriting."

Ten thousand nine hundred and eighty miles.

The flames roared in fury. The air itself seemed to distort violently. The final barrier shimmered like a divine decree refusing his existence.

Ten thousand nine hundred and ninety miles.

Max’s body trembled faintly under the overwhelming pressure. Within him, the first bud on the Chaos Tree pulsed with brilliant radiance. It felt as though it was urging him forward.

He lifted his foot once more.

The boundary trembled as he stepped forward.

Then, with a final decisive movement, Max crossed the last mile.

The barrier shattered like a mirage.

He entered the twelfth layer.

For a heartbeat, silence consumed the entire Black Dragon Palace.

Then the world erupted.

"He entered the twelfth layer," an elder shouted, his voice cracking as the words left his mouth. His eyes were wide, fixed on the projection that displayed Max standing within the blazing domain that had rejected every Rebirth Realm cultivator in history.

"He has truly entered," another elder echoed, his hands trembling as he pointed upward. "The record has been broken. History has been rewritten. Max has created yet another miracle before our very eyes."

The viewing platform erupted into uncontrollable commotion. Elders who had maintained dignity and composure for decades now found themselves overwhelmed by the magnitude of what they had just witnessed.