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title: "Chapter 1456: Surpassing Zain!"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1463
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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Soon, step by steady step, Max reached ten thousand three hundred miles.

The number appeared clearly upon the projection, glowing faintly amidst the sea of raging flames. Within the eleventh layer, the pressure had intensified to an almost unbearable degree. The fire there no longer behaved like mere energy. It pressed down with sovereign authority, as though the heavens themselves were weighing judgment upon him.

Yet Max did not stop.

His pace was slow, far slower than it had been in the ninth or tenth layers, but there was something unshakable about his advance. Since the moment he began walking within the eleventh layer, he had not paused once. He had not sat down to meditate. He had not retreated a single step.

He simply continued forward.

Outside the dome, the atmosphere had grown tense beyond measure.

"He has reached ten thousand three hundred miles," an elder whispered, his voice barely steady.

Victor Veron’s expression had lost its earlier composure.

"At this pace, it is only a matter of time before he reaches ten thousand five hundred," he said slowly. "Zain’s record is within sight."

Henry Lumin stared upward, his brows drawn together.

"I did not believe he would reach this depth," he admitted quietly. "But he has not faltered once."

Lilith Carol folded her arms, her gaze unwavering.

"What is most frightening is not his speed," she said thoughtfully. "It is his stability. He has not shown signs of collapse. One must know this is the 11th layer. Even Zain found it hard to walk here."

Another elder stepped forward, unable to contain his astonishment.

"From the moment he started moving in the eleventh layer, he has not stopped even once. Zain paused multiple times before reaching his peak."

Matthew Grimes allowed a faint, knowing smile to appear.

"This is what unsettles me the most," he said calmly. "He is not forcing his way recklessly. He is enduring and advancing in perfect rhythm."

Around them, the gathered disciples murmured in rising disbelief.

"He is definitely going to cross ten thousand five hundred."

"It feels inevitable."

"Even though his pace is slow, he has not hesitated for a single breath."

Isabella’s gaze trembled slightly as she watched. The humiliation she once felt had now transformed into stunned awe. She understood the weight of the eleventh layer. To move steadily at this depth without pause was something she could scarcely comprehend.

Zain’s expression was grave as well. His fists tightened unconsciously.

"How is this possible? How can he walk so steadily at the 11th layer?!," he muttered under his breath. He was shocked. Only he knew what sort of pressure had had to endure at that layer. It was honestly tormenting to even move a little there. And yet Max was steadily moving to the depths of the 11th layer.

Garry Heron’s face darkened further, though he refused to speak immediately. The certainty he had displayed earlier was beginning to fracture under the undeniable evidence before him.

Victor Veron finally voiced the thought that lingered in everyone’s mind.

"If he maintains this rhythm, surpassing ten thousand five hundred miles is only a matter of time."

A heavy silence followed his words.

Above them, Max took another step.

Ten thousand three hundred and twenty miles.

The flames surged violently, yet he remained upright.

The shock upon the faces of elders and family heads deepened.

For the first time, many of them truly began to believe that Zain’s record in the eleventh layer was no longer secure.

And just as many had begun to suspect, the inevitable finally happened.

Step by deliberate step, Max crossed ten thousand five hundred miles.

The number appeared clearly upon the projection, glowing amidst the violent sea of flames in the eleventh layer. For a moment, the entire viewing platform fell into stunned silence. The boundary that had marked Zain’s peak was no longer a limit.

Max had surpassed it.

A collective gasp spread through the elders and disciples alike.

"He crossed it."

"He has surpassed ten thousand five hundred miles."

"Zain’s record has been broken."

Victor Veron exhaled slowly, his eyes never leaving the projection.

"I truly did not expect this," he said in a low voice. "To surpass Zain’s depth in the eleventh layer... this is extraordinary."

Henry Lumin’s expression was solemn, yet there was no denial in his tone.

"He has done what none of us anticipated. Zain’s performance was already beyond expectation, yet Max continues to advance."

Lilith Carol’s gaze sharpened as she watched Max’s steady figure.

"He is not slowing down or stopping. Even after surpassing ten thousand five hundred miles, he maintains the same rhythm."

An elder nearby shook his head slowly in disbelief.

"It is not merely that he crossed the mark. It is the manner in which he did so. There was no violent burst of force, no reckless surge. He simply walked past it."

Matthew Grimes allowed himself a faint smile.

"This is the most terrifying part," he said calmly. "He is still moving."

Indeed, on the projection above, Max did not pause in celebration or relief. The flames around him intensified as he stepped deeper into the eleventh layer, yet his posture remained upright and composed.

Ten thousand five hundred and twenty miles.

Ten thousand five hundred and fifty miles.

The murmurs among the crowd grew louder.

"He is heading toward the deepest region of the eleventh layer."

"Does he intend to test the boundary?"

Zain stood silently among them, his eyes fixed on Max’s back as displayed on the projection. The weight of the eleventh layer had forced him to collapse at this very threshold. Watching another push beyond it stirred complex emotions within him.

Garry Heron’s jaw tightened, his earlier dismissal now replaced by rigid silence. Though he did not speak, the tension in his posture betrayed his thoughts.

Victor Veron voiced what many were beginning to contemplate.

"If he continues at this pace... there is only one question left."

Henry Lumin nodded slowly.

"Can he reach the boundary of the twelfth layer?"𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Lilith Carol’s eyes widened faintly.

"The twelfth layer has never been entered at the Rebirth Realm. Not even the Saintess of the past succeeded."

An elder swallowed as he spoke.

"Is he truly going to challenge that legend?"

The question hung heavily in the air, unspoken yet present in every heart.

Would Max be able to step into the legendary twelfth layer, a realm that no cultivator at the Rebirth Realm had ever entered in the entire history of the Black Dragon Palace?

Above them, the projection continued to display his steady advance.

Ten thousand six hundred miles.

The flames raged with sovereign fury, yet Max remained in motion.

And the anticipation among the gathered elders and family heads deepened into something almost unbearable.