Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

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.