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title: "Chapter 1461: Into the 13th Layer!"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1468
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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When the projection showed Max moving once again within the twelfth layer, the entire viewing platform fell into stunned disbelief.

"He is still advancing," an elder said, his voice almost hoarse from shock. "He has not stopped."

Another elder stared upward with wide eyes. "Is Max not at his limits yet? This is the twelfth layer and he is still going strong."

The murmurs grew louder as the realization spread.

"How is this possible?" a disciple exclaimed. "He is only at the first level of the Rebirth Realm. The pressure here should be unbearable. Even the Saintess of the past could not step into this layer, yet he is walking through it."

"It makes no sense," another elder added, shaking his head slowly. "At this depth, the flame laws are refined to the extreme. The authority here should crush a Rebirth Realm cultivator instantly."

Victor Veron’s brows furrowed as he watched the projection with deep concentration. "This defies conventional understanding. At the twelfth layer, even maintaining one’s footing should require all of one’s strength. Yet he is advancing."

Henry Lumin’s expression was grave. "Both Isabella and Zain reached their limits at the tenth and eleventh layers respectively. They could not move further because the pressure overwhelmed them. Why has Max not encountered that threshold?"

Lilith Carol spoke thoughtfully. "There must be something fundamentally different about his foundation. The Path to Eternal Flames does not respond solely to brute strength. It tests comprehension and compatibility with the flame laws."

The disciples were no less shaken.

"Is he planning to reach the thirteenth layer?"

"Is there even such a thing as a thirteenth layer?"

"If he continues like this, who knows how far he will go."

The atmosphere was filled with both excitement and disbelief.

Many had expected Max to be ejected shortly after entering the twelfth layer. That would have been understandable. It would have been logical. Yet instead of collapsing or retreating, he was moving as though the oppressive environment around him had become something he could withstand.

On the projection, the flames of the twelfth layer burned with sovereign intensity, yet Max’s figure continued forward steadily. His speed was not reckless, but neither was it hesitant. It was controlled and unwavering.

Matthew Grimes observed carefully before speaking. "He does not appear strained to the point of collapse. His aura remains stable."

Garry Heron remained silent, his eyes fixed sharply on the projection. The disbelief that flickered within them was impossible to hide entirely.

An elder voiced the question that weighed upon every heart. "Why has he not reached his limit? Isabella reached hers at the tenth layer. Zain reached his at the eleventh. Why does the twelfth not seem to bind him in the same way?"

No one could answer.

The Path to Eternal Flames had always been a reliable measure of potential. Each layer corresponded to a cultivator’s limits. Yet Max stood as an anomaly.

As he continued advancing within the twelfth layer, the shock among the elders and family heads deepened into something else entirely.

This was no longer merely about breaking a record.

It was about challenging their very understanding of limits.

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Soon, the number on the projection shifted again.

Eleven thousand five hundred miles.

A wave of disbelief rippled through the gathered crowd as Max crossed that mark without pause. Unlike before, he was no longer relying solely on the passive assistance of the Chaos Tree. His aura surged outward, steady and firm, as he began using his own strength to push forward against the crushing authority of the twelfth layer.

The flames roared violently around him, their pressure condensing like a collapsing sky. The chaotic flame laws twisted and coiled, forming invisible barriers that would have shattered the will of an ordinary cultivator. Yet Max stepped through them with controlled force. His body radiated heat of its own, his Flame Concept resonating in harmony with the environment rather than being suppressed by it.

Within him, the four remaining leaves on the flame branch trembled continuously. They devoured the surrounding energy and chaotic flame laws at an astonishing rate. Streams of crimson and gold flowed inward, refined and absorbed without waste. The absorption strengthened him subtly with each passing moment, easing the burden of the oppressive layer and allowing his pace to increase further.

The combined effect was unmistakable.

With the Chaos Tree refining the external laws and his own cultivation erupting outward in response, Max advanced more swiftly than before.

Eleven thousand six hundred miles.

Eleven thousand seven hundred miles.

The projection flickered violently as the twelfth layer struggled to contain him.

Outside, the elders and family heads watched in stunned silence. Their earlier astonishment had not yet faded, yet now it was compounded by something even more unimaginable.

"He is accelerating," an elder whispered.

Victor Veron stared at the projection, his voice low. "He is no longer merely enduring the twelfth layer. He is forcing his way through it."

Henry Lumin’s expression stiffened. "This is beyond reason."

Within the twelfth layer, Max’s steps became firmer, more decisive. The flames that had once resisted him now parted slightly as the Chaos Tree absorbed their essence. His own aura flared in response, controlled yet overwhelming.

Soon, he arrived at the deepest region of the twelfth layer.

Before him, faint and distant yet unmistakable, shimmered another boundary.

The entrance to the thirteenth layer.

For a brief moment, Max paused.

His eyes locked onto the threshold.

Then, without hesitation, he accelerated.

WHOOSH.

His figure blurred like a streak of crimson light as he surged forward with explosive speed. The oppressive flames of the twelfth layer were torn apart in his wake as he crossed the final distance in an instant.

The boundary trembled violently.

And then Max stepped through.

He entered the thirteenth layer.

Outside the dome, the projection flared brightly.

Silence fell once more.

The unthinkable had just happened again.

The projection flickered violently as Max’s figure disappeared into the thirteenth layer, and for several heartbeats no one spoke.

Then the silence shattered.

"How could this be?" an elder blurted out, his voice rising uncontrollably. "How did his speed suddenly become so fast?"

Another elder stepped forward, staring upward as if doubting his own vision. "What just happened? He was moving steadily before, and now he crossed the deepest part of the twelfth layer in a single surge. What happened to his limits?"𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

A murmur spread through the crowd, confusion replacing even their earlier awe.