Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Meanwhile, Zain was facing a similar challenge, but the intensity he endured was on an entirely different level.

Within the tenth layer, the pressure was no longer merely oppressive. It was suffocating. The flame laws there were thicker and far more violent, twisting around him like living chains. Every step he took required immense effort. His aura blazed fiercely, pushing back against the inferno that sought to engulf him.

The fact that he had already reached the deepest region of the tenth layer was enough to demonstrate the terrifying extent of his strength.

Outside the Path to Eternal Flames, every gaze was fixed upon him.

The elders leaned forward unconsciously. The family heads maintained composed expressions, yet their eyes betrayed their anticipation. Even those who had dismissed the possibility earlier now felt a faint stirring of expectation.

They all wanted to witness whether he could enter the eleventh layer.

On the projection screen, Zain’s figure moved slowly.

Nine thousand eight hundred miles.

Nine thousand eight hundred and fifty miles.

Nine thousand nine hundred miles.

Nine thousand nine hundred and fifty miles.

Each additional fifty miles that he crossed seemed to demand hours of struggle. In the earlier layers, a hundred miles could be traversed within minutes. Now, progress came at the cost of relentless resistance and unwavering will.

His breathing grew heavier, though his expression remained resolute. Flames surged around him like a roaring ocean, colliding against his aura in violent waves. The border of the tenth layer loomed ahead, shimmering faintly as the transition point to the eleventh layer.

As Zain reached the very edge of the tenth layer, a tense silence fell over the viewing platform.

No one spoke.

Several elders clenched their fists unconsciously. Even Garry Heron’s confident smile faded into focused seriousness. Lady Virelia watched quietly, her gaze unwavering.

For a brief moment, Zain’s figure seemed to falter as the pressure peaked at the boundary.

Then, with a surge of blazing aura, he stepped forward.

The invisible barrier trembled.

And in the next instant, Zain crossed the border and entered the eleventh layer.

The moment Zain’s figure stepped firmly into the eleventh layer, the entire viewing platform erupted into noise. The oppressive tension that had gripped the elders and family heads dissolved in an instant, replaced by astonishment and admiration.

On the massive floating screens, Zain stood amidst the raging flames of the eleventh layer, his aura blazing like a pillar of fire that refused to bow.

For a brief second, even the most composed among the Seven Family heads could not hide the flicker of shock in their eyes.

The eleventh layer.

It was not merely a higher stage. Even though it wasn’t as legendary as the 12th layer, it was still a realm that only the most terrifying geniuses in history had ever touched. To step into it was to etch one’s name among legends.

Garry Heron’s eyes shone with pride as he stared at Zain’s figure. His lips curved upward slowly, and this time there was no hint of forced confidence in his expression. His descendant had truly accomplished what very few had managed in centuries.

Victor Veron was the first to break the silence. He let out a hearty laugh and turned toward Garry.

”Haha, congratulations, Garry. Someone from your family has reached the eleventh layer of the Path to Eternal Flames. It seems the Heron Family has produced a truly remarkable descendant.”

His tone carried genuine acknowledgment. There was no sarcasm in his words this time.

Henry Lumin followed soon after, nodding with a faint smile.

”Garry, I must admit, I underestimated Zain. Entering the eleventh layer at the Rebirth Realm is no small feat. Your Heron Family should be proud of him.”

Lilith Carol clasped her hands lightly, her elegant face reflecting admiration as she spoke.

”Congratulations, Garry. Zain’s talent is undeniable. Reaching the eleventh layer places him among the most outstanding disciples of this generation. The Heron Family’s foundation is indeed formidable.”

Matthew Grimes looked at the screen thoughtfully before shifting his gaze to Garry.

”This achievement is extraordinary,” he said calmly. ”History remembers those who step into the eleventh layer. Zain has proven himself worthy of that remembrance. You have raised him well.”

Another family head, whose expression had remained stern until now, inclined his head slightly.

”To break into the eleventh layer requires not only strength but also unyielding will. Zain has both. Garry, the Heron Family’s future appears bright.”

One after another, the heads of the Seven Families voiced their congratulations, their tones ranging from measured respect to open admiration. Even those who had once dismissed Garry’s earlier confidence could no longer deny the reality before them.

Garry Heron listened to each word, his chest rising subtly with pride. He did not laugh loudly or boast as he often did. Instead, he nodded slowly.

”Zain has always carried the spirit of the Heron Family within him,” Garry replied, his voice steady but filled with satisfaction.

On the screen, Zain stood firm within the eleventh layer, surrounded by flames that burned fiercer than anything below. His figure appeared smaller against the overwhelming sea of fire, yet his presence felt larger than ever.

At that moment, the Heron Family’s standing among the Seven Families subtly rose.

”Oh, look. Isabella has also entered the tenth layer.”

A voice rang out sharply across the viewing platform as one of the elders pointed toward a smaller projection screen displaying Isabella’s figure. The sudden exclamation drew everyone’s attention away from Zain for a brief moment.

On the screen, Isabella’s radiant aura flared brilliantly as she stepped across the boundary separating the ninth and tenth layers.

The moment her figure stabilized within the tenth layer, a wave of relieved excitement spread among the gathered elders.

”She has done it. Good.”

”With her reaching the tenth layer, we now have two disciples at the tenth layer or beyond in this trial. This can already be considered an outstanding performance.”

”Even though Isabella’s performance may not match Zain’s current achievement, it is still among the best we have seen in many years. Reaching the tenth layer is no small accomplishment. Not many within the Black Dragon Clan have ever reached that height.”

The elders nodded in agreement as they watched Isabella steady herself amidst the fierce flames of the tenth layer. The fire there burned with a purity and authority far beyond the lower regions. Her Imperial Bloodline shimmered around her like a protective veil, resisting the oppressive force pressing down from every direction.

Even the elders from various halls who had no direct connection to her lineage felt a sense of satisfaction. Isabella was not from their respective halls, yet she was still a disciple of the Black Dragon Palace, which itself stood as one of the pillars of the Black Dragon Clan.

Her success reflected upon the entire clan. In moments like this, internal rivalries were overshadowed by collective pride.

That was what mattered most to them.

The Path to Eternal Flames was not merely a personal trial. It was a measure of the clan’s future strength. To have two disciples reach such heights in a single trial cycle was something worth celebrating.