Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Just as Max stepped into the path of the sixth layer, the invisible weight pressing against his body increased once again, and this time it was not only the raw pressure of the flames but also the authority of the fire laws themselves that bore down on him.

The air felt heavier. Each breath carried searing heat that seemed to burrow into his lungs and circulate through his meridians. The surrounding flames no longer flickered aimlessly. They moved with intent, as if every spark carried a fragment of will.

Instead of resisting immediately, Max allowed the pressure to settle over him. He wanted to understand it. He wanted to feel it clearly.

Because of this, he began walking deeper into the sixth layer without haste, his steps steady despite the rising intensity.

Five thousand two hundred miles.

Five thousand three hundred miles.

Five thousand five hundred miles.

When he reached roughly the midpoint of the sixth layer, Max slowed. His brows gradually drew together as the sensation within his body changed in a way that had nothing to do with the external pressure.

He took another few steps before coming to a complete stop, standing amidst the raging sea of crimson and gold flames. The heat around him roared, yet his attention had already turned inward.

”I can feel my Chaos Tree reacting to the energy in this place,” Max muttered under his breath, his voice low and thoughtful.

This had never happened before. The Chaos Tree had always existed within him like a silent ancient entity, absorbing what it wished and remaining indifferent to most external forces.

In most cases, it would only absorb a bit of conceptual energy to form a concept leaf on a respective branch the concept was from. Other than that, it would remain uneventful.

Even when he had devoured countless things through his black flames, it never once reacted, but now it reacted so actively, almost eagerly, to a specific environment. The unfamiliar response made his heart tighten with both shock and curiosity.

Max closed his eyes and sent his consciousness deep into his inner world where the Chaos Tree stood rooted in boundless darkness. The towering tree pulsed faintly, its trunk ancient and unfathomable.

When his perception focused on the branch representing the flame element branch, he noticed something that made his pupils contract slightly.

Five leaves formed from his comprehension of the Flame Concept shimmered with a soft golden radiance. Each leaf represented one level of his understanding. They had always been there, quietly existing as proof of his mastery, but now they were glowing. The light was not faint. It was vivid, alive, as though the leaves were responding to a call.

He observed more carefully and saw countless strands of golden light appearing from the void around the tree. These strands were subtle yet endless, drifting in from all directions before merging into the flame leaves. Every time a strand fused into a leaf, its glow intensified just a fraction.

”These leaves are formed from the concept of flames I have comprehended. Five leaves for five levels of the Flame Concept,” Max murmured thoughtfully. ”Then why is it only now that these leaves have started glowing?”

He did not jump to conclusions. Instead, he shifted his perception outward again, comparing the inner changes with the environment of the sixth layer. The golden strands entering the Chaos Tree felt identical to the unique flame based energy saturating the Path to Eternal Flames.

This was not ordinary fire. It was fire infused with profound law fragments. It carried purity and ancient authority.

A realization slowly formed in his mind.

”These golden strands are the flame based energies emitted by the Path to Eternal Flames,” he said quietly. ”And the Chaos Tree is devouring them.”

The word devouring did not feel wrong. The energy was not merely being absorbed passively. It was being drawn in with purpose, refined, and directed specifically toward the flame branch. The other branches remained calm, untouched, as if only this element had resonance here.

Max opened his eyes, staring at the endless inferno around him. The flames no longer seemed purely oppressive. They now felt like nourishment.

”My Chaos Tree is also very mysterious,” Max muttered, his expression serious. ”It is an ability of the Unholy Trinity Physique, yet I still do not know its true purpose.”

The Chaos Tree had aided him countless times, stabilizing law conceptual energies that should have torn him apart and allowing him to harmonize incompatible forces. Yet its deeper function remained concealed.

Was it merely a storage vessel for concepts and elements, or was it something far greater that he had yet to uncover?

”Wait a minute. The reason I can hold light energy, infernal energy, Draconic Essence, and now even Divine Essence within the same body without collapsing is because of the Unholy Trinity Physique,” Max muttered slowly, his eyes narrowing as his thoughts began to align.

The Unholy Trinity Physique had always been the foundation that allowed incompatible forces to coexist inside him without tearing him apart. It stabilized contradictions. It suppressed rejection. It created a balance where there should have been violent conflict.

”Then what is the true use of the Chaos Tree?” he continued in a low voice, standing unmoving amidst the raging flames of the sixth layer. ”Is it meant to let me comprehend all types of elements within a single body?”

At first glance, that seemed logical. The Chaos Tree could store concepts in the form of leaves, and each leaf represented a level of comprehension. It had branches for different elements, and those branches expanded as his understanding deepened. However, the more he examined this line of thought, the more flaws he discovered in it.

”No. That cannot be its main function,” Max said firmly to himself.

When he comprehended the concept of time, he had not done so with this body. The law of causality had imposed restrictions that prevented him from fusing the time concept into his current existence.

He had required a different body to grasp it. If the Chaos Tree truly allowed him to comprehend every concept within one vessel without restriction, then the law of causality should not have forced such a separation.

That single fact shattered the earlier assumption.