Max's eyes remained fixed on the dark red fruit hanging quietly from the fla branch of the Chaos Tree. For a long mont, he did not even notice the terrifying flas of the twelfth layer surrounding his body. His entire consciousness was imrsed within his inner world, studying the transformation that had just taken place.
The fruit was not ordinary in appearance.
Its surface was smooth yet etched with faint patterns that resembled flowing fla laws. The dark red color was deep and rich, almost like condensed blood infused with fire. From within it, a subtle radiance pulsed outward, neither violent nor chaotic. Instead, it felt ancient and restrained, as though the overwhelming power it contained had been perfectly refined and compressed.
The energy emanating from it was profoundly mysterious.
It did not feel like raw fla energy. It did not feel like the chaotic fla laws that had once battered him within the Path to Eternal Flas. It felt complete.
"What is this fruit?" Max muttered in shock.
He had anticipated that the bud would transform into sothing aningful, perhaps a new leaf, perhaps a crystallized fragnt of law. He had never imagined it would condense into a fruit.
After devouring such an imnse amount of fla energy and even the chaotic fla laws of the twelfth layer, the bud had not erupted outward in destructive force. It had not ford a weapon. It had not reshaped the branch violently.
It had borne fruit.
Max's mind raced.
"What is the use of this fruit?" he wondered.
From his understanding, the fruit should contain the refined essence of everything the bud had devoured. It must hold concentrated fla energy and chaotic fla laws in their purest state. The amount absorbed was staggering. The bud had siphoned energy from the entire twelfth layer, compressing it into this singular object.
But what would happen if he consud it?
Would it elevate his Fla Concept directly into a true law?
Would it grant him dominion over chaotic flas?
Would it strengthen his body, his cultivation, or perhaps unlock a deeper layer of the Chaos Tree's purpose?
He could not imdiately discern the answer.
The fruit radiated no hostility. It did not resist his perception. When he extended his consciousness toward it, he felt a sense of resonance, as though it belonged to him entirely. It was the product of his own comprehension, his own endurance, his own journey through the Path to Eternal Flas.
Yet the aura within it was imnse.
If all the fla energy and chaotic fla laws it contained were released at once, Max sensed that it would be enough to reshape an entire region. The power was condensed, controlled, waiting.
A thought stirred within him.
This fruit might not simply strengthen him in a conventional sense. It might represent a crystallized law, sothing beyond re comprehension.
Max remained silent as he studied it further.
For now, he did not act rashly.
The dark red fruit hung upon the Chaos Tree, pulsing softly with profound authority.
And Max knew that whatever it represented, it was not sothing ordinary.
"I will study what this fruit does later," Max muttered quietly as he shifted his gaze away from the Chaos Tree and back toward the blazing expanse of the twelfth layer. The dark red fruit continued to pulse softly behind him within his inner world, radiating its mysterious authority, but he did not allow curiosity to distract him further.
"I should first clear the twelfth layer and go deeper."
A faint smile appeared on his face.
The Path to Eternal Flas had already given him more than anyone in history at his realm had ever obtained. Yet he could feel that this was not the end. The twelfth layer was not the final boundary of his potential. It was rely another stage.
Moreover, his attention returned briefly to the fla branch of the Chaos Tree. The first fruit had stabilized completely, but the other four leaves were trembling more intensely now. Subtle protrusions had ford on each of them, indicating that they were on the verge of birthing buds of their own.
"Sooner or later, the remaining four leaves will also give birth," he thought calmly. "I should take advantage of this trial and condense four more fruits."
The logic was simple.
The twelfth layer possessed fla energy and chaotic fla laws of the highest purity available within the Path. If one fruit had ford through the refinent of such energy, then remaining here and continuing deeper might allow the other leaves to undergo the sa transformation.
With that thought firmly in mind, Max began to walk forward once more within the twelfth layer.
The flas here were vastly different from anything below. They burned with sovereign authority, their pressure unyielding and absolute. Each step forward demanded focus and control. Yet he did not hesitate.
He had no intention of stopping.
Why would he?
He was not at his limit.
Thus far, the Chaos Tree had carried him through the most suffocating portions of the Path. Its ability to devour and refine fla energy had weakened the oppressive laws around him, allowing him to endure depths that should have crushed him.
Now, with four more buds on the verge of forming, the support he would receive would only increase.
Even without relying entirely on the Chaos Tree, Max knew he possessed sufficient strength to withstand the twelfth layer. If he unleashed his full Fla Concept, activated his new class skills, and exerted his complete power, he was confident he could reach this depth or even push further.
The Chaos Tree had simply made the process more efficient.
And as long as he had not fully reached his limits, there was no reason for him to retreat.
Step by step, Max advanced deeper into the twelfth layer, the sovereign flas bending slightly in his wake as the Chaos Tree continued to absorb and refine their essence.
The Path to Eternal Flas had tested countless geniuses.
But Max had no intention of being tested and leaving.
He intended to conquer it.
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