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title: "Chapter 1453: Into the 11th Layer!"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1460
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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As every pair of eyes remained fixed upon him, Max finally moved.

At first, it seemed as though nothing had changed, as though he was still standing beneath the suffocating weight of the tenth layer. Then his foot shifted forward. It was a simple movement, yet under that terrifying pressure, it felt as though he was dragging an entire mountain behind him.

The final hundred miles of the tenth layer were not vast in distance, but in that place where the pressure condensed to its peak, space itself felt distorted and heavy. The air pressed down on his shoulders. The ground resisted his steps. Even the flow of energy inside his meridians moved sluggishly, as if reluctant to obey him.

Each step was deliberate. Each breath was measured. The muscles in his legs trembled under the invisible force that sought to pin him down and grind him into the earth. Veins surfaced across his arms and neck as he endured the crushing might that had already forced countless disciples to kneel long before reaching this point.

The path ahead shimmered faintly under the distortion of pressure, as though daring him to advance another inch.

Outside the trial grounds, silence fell over the watching crowd.

"He is still moving."

Someone whispered the words, but the sound carried across the entire observation hall.

On the massive screens, Max’s figure appeared small against the oppressive aura of the tenth layer’s deepest region, yet he did not retreat. He did not stagger backward.

He continued forward with steady resolve. His clothes fluttered faintly under the violent currents of compressed energy, and every few steps his body dipped slightly as though the pressure had intensified once more. Even so, he never bent his knees fully. He never allowed himself to kneel.

"That is the deepest part of the tenth layer."

"No one at his cultivation should even be able to stand there."

The elders who had once spoken confidently now stared without blinking. Disciples from the seven great families felt their throats dry as they compared his cultivation to their own. Max was only at the first level of the Rebirth Realm, yet he had already surpassed disciples who stood at far higher stages. The disparity defied reason.

Inside the layer, the final stretch began to take its toll.

Max felt his bones creak faintly under the immense compression. His blood surged violently through his veins as though resisting being forced backward. His breathing grew heavier, yet his gaze remained calm.

He did not look ahead with desperation. He did not grit his teeth in panic. Instead, he advanced one measured step at a time, as though climbing an invisible staircase carved into the sky.

The final fifty miles passed slowly, agonizingly. To the spectators, it felt as though time itself had stretched thin. To Max, each mile was a battle of endurance and willpower.

The pressure thickened further as he approached the boundary between the tenth and the eleventh layers, forming an invisible wall that rejected all who lacked sufficient strength.

Max took another step and continued to move forward. In no time, he crossed another 10 miles.

Nine thousand nine hundred and sixty miles.

The flames roared like a furious ocean, crashing against him from every direction. His speed was slow now. Painfully slow. Each step appeared to demand immense strength. His aura flickered under the crushing weight, yet it did not shatter.

Within him, the mysterious bud on the flame branch of the Chaos Tree continued to pulse steadily, devouring the dense golden energy saturating this peak region. Though the pressure bore down on his body, the chaotic flame laws themselves seemed unable to bind him completely.

Nine thousand nine hundred and eighty miles.

The viewing platform fell into complete silence.

Victor Veron leaned forward unconsciously. "Twenty miles remain."

Lilith Carol’s eyes widened faintly. "If he crosses this..."

Matthew Grimes’ usually calm face had grown solemn. "He is pushing against the very peak of the tenth layer."

Max inhaled slowly. The flames before him gathered thickly, forming what seemed like a final barrier. The air distorted violently as the boundary to the eleventh layer shimmered faintly ahead.

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety miles.

The pressure peaked.

Several disciples gasped as the projection flickered violently from the sheer intensity of the flames around him.

"He cannot possibly take another step," someone whispered.

Max lifted his foot once more.

The movement was deliberate.

The chaotic flame laws surged, attempting to press him back. The ground cracked faintly beneath the weight.

And then he stepped forward.

The invisible boundary trembled.

For a heartbeat, everything seemed frozen.

Then the projection flared brightly as Max crossed the final mile and stepped into the eleventh layer.

Zain had entered the eleventh layer through sheer force and unyielding will. Max had followed, pushing through the final stretch of the tenth layer under suffocating pressure.

Isabella’s face paled as she stared upward, unable to fully process what she had just witnessed.

Seraphina’s expression froze.

Garry Heron’s eyes darkened further.

Matthew Grimes allowed a slow breath to escape.

Even Zain himself found it hard to believe that there was another disciple who could reach the 11th layer beside him. Only he knew how difficult was it for him to cross the deepest part of the 10th layer and yet another genius had reached the 11th layer before him.

Max now stood within the eleventh layer, surrounded by flames far more terrifying than anything below.

The trial had entered a new realm.

And no one present had expected this outcome.

For several heartbeats after Max crossed into the eleventh layer, the entire viewing platform remained frozen in stunned silence. The projection above flickered with the violent blaze of the eleventh layer, and within that sea of overwhelming flames stood Max’s figure.

Then the silence shattered.

"He entered the eleventh layer at the 1st level of Rebirth Realm. He is a monster, a complete monster."

"I now finally understood why only he was the one chosen by the sword of the Sword Sovereign. Only genius like him could be worthy enough to use the sword of the Sword Sovereign."

"To think there will be another genius who could rival Zain and enter the 11th layer. This is marvelous!"

Voices overlapped as elders stared upward with wide eyes. Many of them had believed that Zain would be the sole disciple to reach such a height in this trial. That belief had seemed unquestionable. Now, it had been overturned before their very eyes.