Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1376  A sword art suitable for his Cosmic Path

”Come. Let us go to the Battle Arts section,” Elder Soren said as he turned and led Max and the others deeper into the Treasure Hall.

As they walked, Max quickly realized that this section looked similar to the cultivation arts area, yet the feeling it gave off was completely different. Countless jade slips and ancient manuals floated quietly within translucent cubes of light, arranged in layered formations that stretched far into the hall. However, unlike the calm and steady aura emitted by cultivation techniques, the presence here was sharp, aggressive, and restless. Even without touching them, Max could sense killing intent, battle will, and traces of violent laws lingering around these battle arts, as if each one had been forged through countless life and death struggles.

”This section contains Battle Arts,” Elder Soren said, noticing Maxʼs focused gaze. ”They are different from cultivation arts and also very different from the techniques used in the mortal realms.”

He slowed his pace and continued explaining. ”In the mortal realms, techniques are mostly extensions of raw energy usage. They rely on circulating mana in specific patterns to produce effects such as sword light, elemental strikes, or body reinforcement. Those techniques are effective within the limits of the mortal world, but they lack depth. They do not truly touch the laws that govern existence.”

Elder Soren gestured lightly toward the floating manuals around them. ”Battle Arts in the Divine Realm are fundamentally different. They are born from laws, concepts, and profound understanding. Every Battle Art here is a manifestation of a cultivatorʼs comprehension of the world, whether it is sword intent, elemental laws, space, destruction, or countless other paths. When you cultivate a Battle Art, you are not simply learning how to move your energy. You are learning how to express your understanding of the the concept through combat.”

He glanced at Max, his eyes sharp. ”That is why Battle Arts grow alongside the cultivator. A mortal technique reaches its limit quickly, but a true Divine Realm Battle Art can evolve as your comprehension deepens. The stronger your grasp of the laws, the more terrifying the same Battle Art becomes in your hands.”

Carl and Laura listened quietly from behind, both clearly aware of the importance of what Elder Soren was saying. Even they had spent years refining their Battle Arts, yet they still had not fully unlocked their potential.

”For sword cultivators in particular,” Elder Soren added, ”Battle Arts are not just methods of attack. They define your path. A poor choice will restrain your growth and conflict with your sword intent. A suitable one will resonate with your comprehension and amplify it, allowing you to fight far above your realm.”

He stopped at the edge of the section and looked at Max calmly. ”Take your time here. Choose wisely. The Battle Art you select today may very well determine how far your sword can go in the Divine Realm.”

Max nodded and stepped into the sea of floating battle arts, his gaze calm yet focused as he slowly moved forward. The moment he entered the sword arts area, countless sharp auras brushed against his senses, each carrying a different will.

Some were violent and domineering, others were cold and ruthless, while a few were calm yet endlessly sharp. Each sword art here represented a different path, a different belief, and a different destiny for those who cultivated them.

He did not rush. Choosing a sword art in the Divine Realm was not like picking a technique in the mortal world. This choice would accompany him for a very long time and possibly shape the very nature of his sword path. Max closed his eyes briefly and let his senses spread, allowing his sword intent to resonate freely. He was no longer looking with his eyes alone. He was listening with his will, searching for something that aligned with the path he had already chosen.

ʼMy path is the Emotion Severing Cosmic Path,ʼ Max thought steadily. ʼA sword that cuts emotions, severs attachment, and moves in harmony with the vast and indifferent cosmos.ʼ

As that thought settled, many sword arts around him began to feel incompatible. Those filled with rage, slaughter, or extreme passion repelled him instinctively. Sword arts that emphasized fury, killing intent, or emotional amplification clashed violently with his sword intent.

Even some calm and elegant sword arts felt incomplete, as if they were too grounded in mortal sentiment and lacked the boundless detachment that his Cosmic Path demanded.

Then, as he stepped deeper into the hall, his movements slowed.

Before him floated a jade slip that emitted an almost imperceptible aura. It was not aggressive, nor was it dazzling. Instead, it felt vast and distant, like a silent starfield stretching endlessly into the void. The sword intent within it was cold, tranquil, and absolute, carrying a sense of severance that went beyond flesh and matter. It was not a sword art meant to kill out of hatred or desire. It was a sword art that cut because cutting was inevitable.

Maxʼs heart trembled slightly.

As he extended his hand toward the jade slip, the world around him seemed to quiet down. The other sword arts faded into the background as if acknowledging a superior presence. Streams of insight flowed into his mind the moment his fingers touched the cube enclosing the jade slip.

High Saint Tier Sword Art. Name: Void Severing Star Scripture.

Images flooded his consciousness. A sword moving through the vacuum of space, severing stars, cutting through time, emotion, and causality alike. Each strike was clean and absolute, leaving behind nothing but silence.

The core principle of the sword art was not power alone, but detachment. The more emotions one severed, the sharper the sword became. The closer oneʼs heart came to the stillness of the cosmos, the more perfectly the blade would align with the laws of the universe.

Max exhaled slowly.

This was it.

This sword art did not ask him to abandon his emotions completely, nor did it force him into blind ruthlessness. Instead, it taught him how to stand above emotions when he wielded his sword, to cut without hesitation, regret, or disturbance. It was perfectly in sync with his Emotion Severing Cosmic Path, complementing it rather than restraining it.

Elder Soren, who had been watching quietly from a distance, narrowed his eyes when he sensed the fluctuation. When he saw the jade slip Max had chosen, his expression shifted noticeably.

”That one,” Elder Soren said in a low voice, clearly surprised. ”Void Severing Star Scripture. A high Saint Tier sword art that very few dare to cultivate.”

Carl and Laura both stiffened when they heard the name. Even they had heard rumors about that sword art, a path that demanded extreme clarity of heart and unwavering resolve.

”It is not a sword art that focuses on killing intent or brute force,” Elder Soren continued solemnly. ”It severs emotions, thoughts, and attachments while cutting through the enemy. Many who attempted to cultivate it lost themselves, either becoming empty shells or abandoning the path altogether.”

Max closed his fingers around the jade slip, his expression calm and unwavering. ”It suits me.”

Elder Soren studied him for a long moment before nodding slowly. ”If that is the case, then this sword art is yours.”

With the cultivation art and the battle art now chosen, Max felt a strange sense of completeness settle within him. The Primordial Elements Scripture would become the foundation of his cultivation, while the Void Severing Star Scripture would define how his sword walked the Cosmic Path.

Together with the Dragonheart sword in his hand, Max could already sense the outline of a terrifying future beginning to take shape.

ʼNice.ʼ He thought in his mind.

”Good. Now that you have chosen the three items in the Treasure Hall, it is time we take you to your residence.” Carl said with a smile, clearly satisfied with how things had unfolded so far.

Max nodded and carefully stored the cultivation art and sword art away before resting the Dragonheart sword at his side. As he stepped out of the Treasure Hall, he could still feel faint gazes lingering on him, some filled with curiosity, others with disbelief, and a few with hidden greed.

He did not react to any of them. At this point, he had already accepted that attention would follow him wherever he went in the Black Dragon Palace.

Carl led the way, his pace unhurried but purposeful, while Laura walked slightly behind Max, her eyes occasionally drifting toward the golden sword at his side before quickly returning forward.

Noticing this, Max stored away Dragonheart in his storage space.

The group passed through broad stone paths that connected different sections of the palace, each road lined with towering black structures carved with dragon motifs. Black flames burned silently atop ancient pillars, illuminating the paths with a dim and solemn glow that gave the entire place an oppressive yet majestic atmosphere.

As they moved farther from the Treasure Hall, the surroundings gradually changed. The noise of disciples and the constant movement around resource halls faded away, replaced by quieter roads and more orderly surroundings.

”This is the residential area of the 33rd Hall,” Carl said as they continued forward. ”Each Hall has its own living quarters, training grounds, and minor cultivation zones.”

Max observed everything silently, his senses open. The buildings here were not overly luxurious, but each residence was spacious and solid, built with materials that could withstand violent fluctuations of flame intent. Training courtyards were scattered between living quarters, some marked with deep claw scars that radiated lingering intent even after countless years.

Soon, they arrived before a vast stone gate engraved with thirty three claw marks arranged in a circular pattern. At the center of the formation, one claw mark shone slightly brighter than the rest.

Carl stopped and turned to Max. ”This is the residential zone connected to the 33rd Hall. As an outer disciple, you will be staying within the outer residence area associated with the hall. From here, reporting, training, and missions will all be handled accordingly.”

Laura nodded lightly. ”Do not underestimate this place. Many outer disciples dream of living here but never get the chance. 33rd Hall may look quiet, but competition here is far fiercer than most places in the palace.”

Max looked ahead at the rows of residences stretching into the distance, each one standing like a silent blade waiting to be drawn. He felt no pressure, only a steady resolve forming in his heart. This was merely the starting point. From here, he would sharpen himself further, step by step, until the Black Dragon Palace itself could no longer ignore his existence.

Carl smiled faintly as he gestured forward. ”Come. I will take you to your assigned residence.”