Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1861: Damian’s Pseudo Cosmic Path!

Aurelian’s expression cooled further. He stepped back, and the radiance around him erupted outward.

”Heavenly Luminance, Twelve Sacred Wings.”

Twelve wings woven from golden-white light unfurled behind him. Each wing shed countless feathers of light, and every feather carried sharpness, purification, and explosive force all at once. The twelve wings beat a single time, and the entire stage filled with golden feathers streaking toward Damian from every direction.

Damian finally raised his sword with both hands, and his sword intent expanded.

”Sword God Palace, Ten Thousand Line Sword Formation.”

Thin lines of sword light bloomed around Damian, numbering dozens at first, then hundreds, and then thousands. They crisscrossed the air like invisible threads made visible for a single breath. The golden feathers struck those lines and were sliced apart one after another, until the stage became a storm of broken light and fragmented sword intent with neither side giving ground.

Aurelian moved again. He passed through the collapsing golden feathers and appeared above Damian with one hand raised high.

”Heavenly Luminance, Crowned Sun Judgment.”

A vast crown of light materialized above his palm, and from within that crown descended a pillar of golden-white power. The attack was not as complete as his full Pseudo Cosmic Path, yet it already carried a trace of divine judgment authority. The pillar plunged straight toward Damian, seeking to crush his sword intent from above.

Damian looked up, and for the first time his eyes grew colder.

”Sword God Palace, Heaven-Cutting Ascension.”

His sword rose, and a straight lance of sword light shot upward. It bit into the descending pillar and split it from the center, forcing the golden-white radiance to part around him like a river divided by a cliff. The sword light continued its climb and struck the crown above Aurelian’s hand.

Crack!

The crown shattered. Aurelian’s eyes sharpened, and he descended immediately with both hands aglow.

”Heavenly Luminance, Twin Divine Seals.”

Two golden-white seals formed in his palms and pressed in toward Damian from the left and the right. Damian turned his body as his sword traced a narrow arc.

”Silent Sword Art, Third Cut, Moonless Return.”

The blade vanished for an instant, and then two sword lights appeared at the same moment. One struck the left seal while the other struck the right, and both seals shattered together, though the impact drove Damian and Aurelian apart in opposite directions.

For a breath, the two stood at a distance once more, and neither had claimed a clear advantage. The opening exchange had been brief, yet it had already shaken the arena. They had flowed from close combat to long-range suppression, from sword formations to divine seals, and from palm strikes to crown judgment, and every single collision had carried enough power to crush an ordinary participant of the final stage. Yet between Damian and Aurelian, those attacks had been nothing more than probes.

Aurelian glanced at the cut on his sleeve and then at Damian’s sword. ”You are worthy of the Sword God Palace,” he said calmly.

Damian lowered his blade slightly. ”And you are worthy of being called Divine Son.”

Aurelian smiled faintly. ”Then ordinary moves are meaningless.”

Damian did not deny it, and the air around the stage changed yet again.

On the pillars, the top geniuses sharpened their focus.

Rakan Thorne grinned. ”Now they are finally starting.”

Orion Starfall, still pale with exhaustion, forced himself to keep watching with bright eyes. ”Good. Do not disappoint me after making me miss the beginning.”

Revona sat in silence, but her gaze never strayed from the stage.

Kaiden Voidmere said softly, ”Aurelian has already shown his path once. Damian has not.”

Ervin’s eyes deepened. ”This will be Damian’s first reveal.”

Max watched Damian carefully. He had always known the man was dangerous. The Sword God Palace would never raise an ordinary genius as its strongest participant, and Damian’s sword had never once felt shallow. Yet until this moment, Damian had never truly opened the depths of his path.

Aurelian raised his hand first. Golden-white light erupted behind him, taking the shape of sacred halls, radiant pillars, and a divine throne resting beneath an endless sun. The same domineering kingdom of light from his battle against Morgana began to manifest again, but this time it felt more complete.

The Heavenly Luminance Divine Dominion descended with far greater pressure than before, and the golden-white crown above Aurelian’s head shone with new clarity.

”Pseudo Cosmic Path,” Aurelian said calmly.

The divine kingdom spread wide behind him.

”Heavenly Luminance Divine Dominion.”

Boom!

The entire stage was swallowed in golden-white authority. Aurelian’s aura surged, and within the dominion his light was no longer a mere weapon. It was command, it was judgment, and it was purification. It was the authority of a divine king forcing the battlefield itself to bow before his will.

But Damian did not retreat. He stood beneath the crushing pressure of the Heavenly Luminance Divine Dominion with his sword lowered at his side, and for a moment his figure looked almost small against the vast divine kingdom looming behind Aurelian.

Then Damian closed his eyes. The sword in his hand released a soft sound, and it was not the ring of metal. It was like the first note of a blade being born at the very beginning of heaven and earth.

The stage grew quiet. The golden-white light pressing toward Damian suddenly slowed, and Aurelian’s eyes narrowed.

Damian opened his eyes, and the sharpness within them was no longer ordinary sword intent. It was older, purer, and far more terrifying.

Behind Damian, an illusory sword world began to take form. At first there was only a single sword standing upright in a boundless void, ancient, simple, and silent.

Then the emptiness around it opened outward, revealing mountains built from sword edges, rivers flowing with sword light, skies etched with sword marks, and countless broken weapons buried beneath an endless sword altar. Above that altar floated a vast palace, formed neither of stone nor of light but woven entirely from condensed sword law.

At the highest point of the palace stood a throne, and that throne was empty. Before the empty throne, a single sword hung point-downward, as though waiting for someone worthy to claim it.

Damian’s voice rang across the stage.

”Pseudo Cosmic Path.”

The sword world expanded.

”Sword Sovereign Heaven.”