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title: "Chapter 1466: Cosmic Path of Eternal Flames!"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1473
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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"From what I can tell, the flames in this trial are extraordinarily abundant," Max muttered softly as he sat cross legged within the twenty first layer. His breathing had steadied completely, and his consciousness had expanded outward, merging with the oppressive yet profound flame laws surrounding him.

The flames here were unlike ordinary fire. They did not flicker randomly. They did not burn wildly without purpose. Even in their chaos, there was continuity.

Max allowed the oppressive heat to press against his body without resistance. Instead of rejecting it, he observed it.

He traced the structure of the flame laws he had encountered from the first layer all the way to the twenty first. At the lower layers, the flames had been turbulent and scattered, easily influenced by comprehension. As he climbed higher, they became denser, more structured, more disciplined. By the time he reached the upper layers, the chaotic flame laws no longer felt unstable. They felt complete.

He began to piece together a pattern.

At no point within the Path to Eternal Flames did the fire diminish on its own. The flames were constantly replenished. Even when consumed by the Chaos Tree, they regenerated. Even when suppressed by stronger aura, they reignited.

There was no sense of exhaustion within them.

Max focused on the essence of the chaotic flame laws around him. He did not attempt to force comprehension. He simply observed.

The flames did not seek destruction alone. They sought continuation.

Even when crushed, they reformed.

Even when scattered, they gathered again.

The chaotic flame laws of the twenty first layer carried an unbroken rhythm. Beneath the oppressive authority, there was persistence. A subtle but undeniable refusal to extinguish.

Max slowly opened his eyes.

"The flames here are not merely about power," he murmured to himself. "They are about endurance."

He recalled every layer he had crossed. The deeper he went, the more resilient the flames became. The higher the layer, the less they relied on violent surges. Instead, they embodied a steady, relentless presence.

He remembered how the flames of the upper layers did not flare dramatically when challenged. They simply continued to exist, pressing forward with unwavering persistence.

A realization formed gradually in his mind.

"The essence of this Path is not chaos alone," he said quietly. "It is the eternal nature of flame."

Flame, when ignited, sought to continue. It consumed, it spread, it sustained itself as long as there was fuel. The chaotic flame laws here did not represent a momentary burst of destruction. They represented fire that refused to die once it had been ablaze.

Max lowered his gaze slightly as the thought settled.

"This cosmic path... it may not be about mastering destruction. It may be about mastering continuity."

He had not comprehended the cosmic path yet. He had not grasped it fully. But through observing the structure of the flame laws from the first layer to the twenty first, he could sense its direction.

The trial was not testing who could endure the highest heat.

It was guiding cultivators toward understanding a flame that did not extinguish.

A flame that persisted through pressure.

A flame that remained even when suppressed.

Max closed his eyes again.

"I have not comprehended it," he admitted inwardly. "But I understand its direction."

The Path to Eternal Flames was pointing toward something deeper than ordinary fire.

It was pointing toward eternity.

"Cosmic Path of Eternal Flames..." Max murmured softly as he sat within the twenty first layer, the oppressive heat washing over him like a constant tide. The phrase echoed in his mind as he reflected on the direction the Path to Eternal Flames was guiding its disciples toward. An eternal flame that refused to extinguish. A fire that endured endlessly once ignited.

It was profound.

It was powerful.

Yet it did not resonate with him.

Max opened his eyes slowly and allowed his own black flames to rise gently around his body. They did not blaze brightly like the flames of the Path. They did not shimmer with golden radiance. His flames were deep and dark, like shadows given form. They consumed light rather than emitted it.

His black flames were yin in nature.

They devoured.

They absorbed.

They did not seek to endure endlessly for the sake of persistence. They sought to consume and assimilate.

The more he contemplated the eternal nature of the flames within this trial, the clearer it became that this was not the path meant for him. The cosmic path of eternal flames was about continuity, about sustaining existence against all suppression.

His flames were different.

They did not simply endure.

They devoured what opposed them.

"They would not follow this path," Max said quietly. "The path of eternal flames does not suit my black flames."

He closed his eyes once more and focused inward.

From the moment his black flames were born, they had possessed a devouring attribute. They consumed energy, laws, and even concepts. They were not satisfied with merely existing. They grew stronger by assimilating what they devoured.𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

If he were to force them onto the path of eternity, he would be suppressing their true nature.

Max understood that a cosmic path must align with one’s essence. If it did not resonate deeply with one’s own foundation, it would eventually become a limitation rather than an elevation.

"I should shape my cosmic path around devouring," he muttered with clarity.

His black flames already carried that nature. If he could refine that aspect into a true cosmic direction, then his flames would grow exponentially stronger. A devouring flame would not merely persist endlessly. It would consume endlessly.

And in doing so, it would sustain itself naturally.

The stronger the devouring nature, the more powerful the flame.

The more powerful the flame, the more it could devour.

The relationship would reinforce itself continuously.

Max’s breathing slowed as his mind sharpened.

"The cosmic path of my flames must align with their essence," he thought calmly. "Not eternal persistence, but endless devouring."

The flames of the Path to Eternal Flames continued to burn around him, embodying the principle of eternity. Yet within his own domain, his black flames stirred with quiet hunger.

He did not reject the cosmic path offered by the trial.

He simply chose not to follow it.

Instead, he began contemplating how to refine his own path, one rooted in devouring, one that would allow his flames to grow without bound by consuming everything in their wake.