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title: "Chapter 1438: The Wonderful 3rd Layer!"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1445
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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"Alright, I will be going ahead for now," Max said calmly as he turned toward Carl and Laura.

The pressure at the boundary of the second pillar pressed against them like an invisible wall, yet for Max it felt more like a persistent weight than an obstacle. His Divine Essence flowed smoothly within him, and the opened divine vein absorbed and redistributed the invading heat with quiet efficiency.

Carl nodded firmly. "Be careful."

Laura gave him a serious look. "Do not underestimate the third layer."

Max offered them a faint smile before stepping forward.

The moment he crossed the threshold into the second pillar, the surrounding flames deepened in color. The golden glow shifted into a denser crimson hue, and the pressure intensified significantly. The air itself felt heavier, saturated with destructive intent that sought to penetrate rather than merely scorch.

Max felt the difference immediately.

The flame concepts here were sharper, more unified. The raging aspect was no longer scattered. It pulsed rhythmically like a beating heart beneath the path. The destructive undertone lingered within each wave of heat.

Yet it was not enough to halt him.

Unlike Isabella, who had accelerated through this layer in a dazzling burst of speed, Max advanced steadily. He did not attempt to outrun the flames. He allowed them to press against him. He felt their intensity, their subtle variations, and the shifting balance between their conceptual aspects.

The only visible difference between his progression and Isabella’s was speed.

She had cut through the second pillar like lightning tearing across the sky.

He moved through it like a river carving through stone.

Flame beasts manifested periodically along his path, but they disintegrated under precise strikes of Divine Essence. He neither rushed nor lingered excessively. Each step was deliberate.

In time, the boundary of the third pillar emerged before him.

Without hesitation, Max crossed into it.

The moment he entered the third layer, the atmosphere changed dramatically.

The flames here were no longer merely oppressive. They were alive with conceptual density. The heat did not simply press against his skin. It seeped into his pores and probed his meridians.

He advanced until he reached approximately two thousand three hundred miles into the third pillar.

Then he stopped.

Carl and Laura, still within the second layer, would not have understood his pause. To observers watching the screens, it might have appeared as hesitation.

But for Max, it was intentional.

He stood still for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes.𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The world around him faded into a sea of crimson light as he entered a meditative state.

Although the fire origin energy in the third pillar was wild and brutal, it was strangely silent. There was no roaring chaos. No explosive eruption. The flames seemed harmonious despite their intensity, as though bound by an invisible law that maintained perfect equilibrium.

Max felt as though he had stepped into a separate realm where time and space carried a different rhythm.

The power of fire coursed through his body.

He deflected the majority of it through the circulation of his Divine Essence, but he deliberately allowed a small portion to enter. That portion rushed into his acupoints and meridians, seeping into his blood vessels and spreading through his limbs.

The sensation was scorching.

If an ordinary cultivator without flame affinity were to endure such intrusion, their organs would have been reduced to ashes. Their blood would have boiled within their veins.

Yet Max’s body withstood it.

Within the burning flow, he suddenly sensed something unexpected.

Every wisp of flame energy that entered him was not purely destructive.

Each contained intricate strands of Fire Laws.

They were subtle, almost hidden, yet undeniable.

One stream carried the Concept of Burning Heat, an ever intensifying force that sought to raise temperature beyond tolerance. Another carried the Concept of Annihilation, sharp and absolute in its intent to erase existence.

A third wisp contained the Concept of Creation, paradoxical yet clear, suggesting that from ashes new life could arise. Yet another bore the Concept of Manifestation, shaping form from intangible energy.

Each strand was unique.

Even when two streams carried the same general Concept, their internal nuances differed.

For example, within the Concept of Annihilation, one manifestation felt like the catastrophic impact of a meteor descending from the heavens, obliterating all beneath it in a single violent instant. Another manifestation resembled the slow and relentless advance of molten lava consuming a forest, reducing life to charred remains over time.

Both were annihilation.

Yet their expression differed fundamentally.

Max’s breathing slowed as realization dawned.

The Path to Eternal Flames was not merely a trial of endurance.

It was a living archive of flame comprehension.

The third pillar did not only test strength. It tested perception.

And Max had just begun to see its true depth.

"This is wonderful," Max murmured under his breath, unable to suppress the astonishment rising within him. His eyes remained closed, yet his perception expanded outward in ways he had not anticipated. "I can feel all the concepts of flame laws."

The realization sent a subtle tremor through his mind.

He had expected the third pillar to intensify the pressure. He had expected stronger flame beasts and harsher resistance. What he had not expected was the sheer clarity of the laws woven into the fire itself. The flame energy that seeped into his body was not chaotic destruction. It was structured, layered, and filled with distinct conceptual intent.

He could sense the Burning Heat that escalated temperature beyond endurance. He could perceive the destructive edge of Annihilation that sought to erase matter at its core. He could distinguish the subtle pulse of Creation hidden within embers, the quiet promise that from ruin something new might rise.

He could even detect traces of Manifestation, where flame shaped form and structure out of pure energy.

These were not shallow impressions.

They were true fragments of law.

Max exhaled slowly, his heart steady yet exhilarated.

He had not expected such depth at only the third layer.

"No wonder cultivators can comprehend the Cosmic Path of flames in this trial," he whispered.

It became clear to him that the entire Path to Eternal Flames was not merely a corridor of heat. It was constructed from layers upon layers of flame laws. Every pillar represented an intensification of those laws, and every mile walked through it was an immersion in conceptual refinement.

To comprehend a Cosmic Path, one needed to grasp laws at a fundamental level. Without exposure to pure laws, a cultivator would be wandering blindly, attempting to shape something they could not even clearly perceive.

Here, however, the laws were laid bare.

The ancestor who built this path had embedded his own comprehension into its structure. The flames were not random. They were guided manifestations of higher understanding.