Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1807: Why Choose Emotion Severing Path?

But against this black shadow, every flaw in his path became painfully visible. His severing power sometimes carried too much anger. Sometimes it carried too much intent to kill. Sometimes it moved with the hatred he held toward the second faction. Those emotions made the path strong, but they also created uneven edges that disrupted the purity of his sword.

The black shadow’s sword had none of that. It did not hate, it did not rage, and it did not judge. It simply severed. Max’s eyes grew colder as he understood this, but he did not try to remove his emotions completely.

That was not his way. Instead, he began compressing them. His anger became sharper, his hatred became quieter, and his resolve became cleaner. He no longer allowed those emotions to drag his sword out of line. He made them fuel the edge without disturbing the path of the blade.

Their swords clashed again, and this time, a faint change appeared on the black shadow. A thin line of gray emerged on its wrist, and Max noticed it instantly. The more they clashed, the more the shadow’s body began to reveal itself. At first, only its wrist became visible. Then part of its hand appeared.

After that, the fingers wrapped around its sword gradually became clear. The blackness covering it was not being torn away by brute force. It was being removed through understanding.

Every time Max grasped a deeper layer of the Emotion Severing Path, another part of the shadow was revealed, as if the chamber was rewarding his comprehension by showing him the true form of the one training him.

The clashes continued without pause. Ten thousand times passed, then fifty thousand, and then a hundred thousand. Max’s body should have grown exhausted long ago, but the reward chamber seemed to sustain him at the edge between strain and collapse. He could feel fatigue, but it never destroyed him.

He could feel pain in his arm, but it never reached the point where he could no longer lift Dragonheart. He could feel the pressure of the shadow’s path entering his mind again and again, but each time he resisted it, his own path became clearer than before.

The shadow’s sword became faster, while Max’s sword became quieter. The shadow’s severing force became deeper, while Max’s severing force became cleaner. The darkness around them became filled with sword marks that did not remain visible, yet never truly disappeared either.

Each sword mark represented a clash of severing authority, a moment where one path tried to cut through the other, and a moment where Max either failed, adapted, or surpassed the previous version of himself.

More of the shadow’s body appeared as the training continued. Its forearm emerged from the darkness, followed by its shoulder, its chest, its other hand, and finally its legs. Its face was still hidden, but the outline of a real person had already begun to emerge from beneath the black covering.

The figure no longer looked like a simple shadow. It looked like a man wrapped in layers of darkness, waiting to be fully uncovered by Max’s sword and understanding.

Then came the final series of clashes. Max no longer counted how many times their swords moved. It might have been tens of thousands more, or it might have been hundreds of thousands. In that place, numbers had become meaningless.

The only things that mattered were the edge of Dragonheart, the rhythm of his breathing, the stillness of his heart, and the growing understanding that the Emotion Severing Path was not about becoming emotionless.

It was about choosing which emotions could remain, which emotions needed to be cut away, and which emotions could be transformed into an edge that severed everything without hesitation.

At last, Max and the black shadow moved at the same time. Both of them used the Emotion Severing Path, and both swords drew silent lines through the darkness before meeting in the center. For the first time since the battle began, a sound rang out.

It was soft, clear, and distant, like the echo of a single sword cry breaking through countless layers of silence.

Clang.

The darkness around the shadow shattered like a broken shell, and its entire body was finally revealed.

Standing before Max was a middle-aged man with a strong presence. He wore plain dark robes, and his long black hair fell behind his shoulders. His face was calm, neither warm nor cold, while his eyes carried a depth that made it seem as if he had once severed countless things from himself and from the world.

There was no overwhelming killing intent around him, yet his presence made the chamber feel sharper than any battlefield Max had ever entered. He was not the projection of a random swordsman, nor was he a simple trial guardian. He was the first owner of the Emotion Severing Path.

The middle-aged man lowered his sword slightly and looked at Max.

For the first time since Max had entered the chamber, he finally spoke, and his voice was calm, yet every word seemed to cut through the darkness. ”Why did you choose Emotion Severing Path? There are countless severing path options. Severing space. Severing karma. Severing fate. Severing life. Severing death. Severing time. Severing cause and effect. Many of them sound greater, cleaner, and more direct. Why choose emotion?”

Max held Dragonheart at his side and met the man’s gaze without looking away. For a few moments, he did not answer. Then he spoke calmly. ”I wanted the strongest severing force.”

The middle-aged man’s eyes remained still, and Max continued, ”I wanted a severing force that could allow me to sever anything and everything that blocks my path. Body, soul, attacks, concepts, fate, karma, life, death, space, time, bloodline, hatred, fear, hesitation, and anything else standing before me.”

The chamber became even quieter, and Max’s grip on Dragonheart tightened slightly as he added, ”So I chose emotion.”

The middle-aged man looked at him without interrupting, and Max’s voice remained calm, but the resolve inside it was unmistakable. ”Because emotion is the root of everything I do. My anger tells me who I must kill. My hatred tells me what debt must be paid. My love tells me who I must protect. My regret tells me what I must never allow to happen again. My fear tells me what I must overcome. My hesitation tells me what I must cut away. If I can sever my own emotions, control them, sharpen them, and use them as the edge of my path, then I can sever everything else.”

Max paused for a moment before continuing in the same steady voice. ”I did not choose Emotion Severing Path because I wanted to become emotionless. I chose it because I wanted to use my emotions to sever everything and create the strongest severing path.”