Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1459  Records Broken, History Re-written, Miracles Created!

”Look at me,” one senior elder said, raising his hand as though to steady himself. ”I am trembling from the sheer shock of it. For centuries, for millennia even, we believed it was impossible to enter the twelfth layer at the Rebirth Realm. It was spoken of as an unreachable legend. Yet today, that belief has collapsed.”

Another elder spoke with emotion thick in his voice. ”He entered the twelfth layer while only at the first level of the Rebirth Realm. The Saintess of the past could not achieve this with her fully awakened Imperial Bloodline. Max has stepped beyond that boundary with nothing but his own strength and comprehension.”

”This is no longer a matter of talent,” a hall master declared loudly. ”This is the birth of a legend. He stands where none before him has stood.”

A white haired elder said with deep sigh. ”In my entire lifetime, I never imagined I would witness such a moment. We will tell our descendants about this day. They will speak of it as the turning point of an era.”

Another elder exclaimed, unable to contain his pride, ”He belongs among the great names of our clan. He reminds me of the founding ancestors who carved the Black Dragon Clanʼs reputation across the Divine Realm. He is not merely following in their footsteps. He is carving his own.”

The frenzy only grew.

”Legend,” someone shouted. ”He is a legend in the making.”

The words spread like wildfire through the gathered disciples and elders alike. Pride filled their chests, not because he belonged to a particular hall, but because he belonged to the Black Dragon Clan.

At this moment, rivalries between halls were forgotten. No one cared whether Max was under Lady Vireliaʼs guidance or aligned with a specific family. The only truth that mattered was that one of their own had shattered the most sacred boundary of the Path to Eternal Flames.

An elder spoke with reverence, his voice steady despite the emotion in his eyes. ”From today onward, the twelfth layer will no longer be an unreachable myth at the Rebirth Realm. It will be remembered as the layer first entered by Max.”

Victor Veronʼs voice rang out clearly as he stared at the projection in awe. ”This is history being written before our eyes. No disciple at the Rebirth Realm has ever stepped into the twelfth layer since the founding of the Path.”

Henry Lumin exhaled slowly, his composure shaken. ”Even the fully awakened Saintess could not do this. He has surpassed the pinnacle of our recorded legends.”

Lilith Carol spoke with reverence. ”He stands alongside the great figures of the Black Dragon Clan. He reminds me of Ancestor Kaelion who shattered the barriers of his era and Sovereign Tharos who defied the heavens before ascending to the very peaks of Divine Realm.”

Matthew Grimesʼ voice carried steady pride. ”From this day onward, Maxʼs name will be carved beside the most extraordinary prodigies our clan has ever produced. ”

An elder near the front added with trembling admiration, ”This feat places him beyond the ordinary scale of genius. He has stepped into a domain that even our greatest forebears could not reach at this realm.”

Disciples erupted in excited voices, speaking over one another in disbelief and admiration.

”He has surpassed the Saintess.”

”He has surpassed Zain.”

”He has broken the unbreakable.”

Even Zain stood frozen, staring at the projection with solemn respect. The weight of what he had witnessed settled heavily upon him.

Garry Heron said nothing. His earlier certainty had dissolved completely. His beliefs had been broken making him speechless. He felt like normal conditions which apply to everyone just didnʼt apply to Max who was used to breaking norms.

”Could a genius that could surpass a Saintess with fully awakened Imperial Bloodline truly exist among out Black Dragon Clan?” He muttered silently in his mind as he eyed the figure of Max among the many projections floated in the air.

Within the projection, Max stood calmly in the twelfth layer, surrounded by flames that burned with pure, sovereign authority. Yet he remained upright.

The Black Dragon Palace had just witnessed the birth of a new legend.

And the echoes of his name would not fade for centuries.

As the entire Black Dragon Palace remained in stunned celebration, Max himself did not move even a single step after entering the twelfth layer.

The flames around him were unlike anything below. They were no longer merely oppressive. They carried a sense of dominion, as though this layer existed beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators. The chaotic flame laws here were refined to an extreme degree, flowing like rivers of concentrated authority.

Yet Max stood completely still.

His gaze did not even linger on the terrifying environment.

All of his attention had turned inward.

Within his inner world, the Chaos Tree trembled violently.

The first bud on the flame branch had begun to draw in energy at a pace that far exceeded anything before. Golden strands of law energy poured into it from every direction. Even more astonishing, the chaotic flame laws of the twelfth layer themselves were being pulled inward, unraveling from the surroundings and flowing into the bud like countless scarlet streams.

Maxʼs eyes widened slightly.

”The chaotic flame laws and the energy from the entire twelfth layer are being drawn into the bud,” he muttered in disbelief. ”It feels as though it will absorb everything in no time.”

He could sense it clearly.

The more terrifying and refined the energy became, the faster the bud devoured it. The twelfth layerʼs sovereign flames did not resist. They were consumed.

The projection above the viewing platform began to flicker faintly. Observant elders noticed subtle changes within the twelfth layer. The density of flames around Max seemed to thin gradually, as though the inferno itself was being siphoned away.

Inside him, the bud swelled.

Its surface cracked slightly, lines of deep crimson light leaking outward. The golden glow that once surrounded it darkened gradually, shifting into a richer hue. The aura emanating from it became heavier, more ancient, more absolute.

Max could feel the entire flame branch vibrating.

The bud no longer resembled a simple extension of a leaf. It had grown larger, fuller, more defined. The chaotic flame laws that had once oppressed him were now being refined and compressed within it.

He remained speechless.

He had anticipated growth. He had anticipated transformation.

But he had not expected this scale.

The bud continued absorbing energy without pause. The refined flames of the twelfth layer dimmed noticeably as their essence was pulled inward. Within the Chaos Tree, the bud finally split open completely.

It did not bloom into a flower.

It condensed.

The golden and crimson radiance compressed into a singular form, solidifying slowly.

Before Maxʼs eyes, the bud transformed into a dark red fruit.

Its surface was smooth yet veined with faint patterns resembling flowing flame laws. It emitted a profound aura, deep and heavy, like condensed authority. It did not burn wildly. Instead, it radiated quiet power, as though it contained an entire domain within itself.

The moment the fruit stabilized, the tremors within the Chaos Tree subsided.

Max stared at it in stunned silence.

The chaotic flame laws of the twelfth layer had been refined into something tangible.

A dark red fruit hung upon the flame branch.

And the energy it contained felt far beyond anything he had ever possessed before.