Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1317 Final Battle - 4

The two combatants struck once more, as blade and celestial energy smashed together in a rapid-fire sequence. Max’s severing blows sliced through the void with unrelenting accuracy, while Mark met them with titanic power. Divine authority collided with the force of severance, creating savage shockwaves that vibrated through the very foundation of the world.

Each clash sent tremors through the isolated battlefield, causing the spatial laws Max had established to groan under the pressure. Neither warrior yielded, however. Neither showed a hint of weakness.

It was becoming obvious to both fighters that this duel would not be settled by a single lucky hit or a momentary blunder. This was a peak confrontation between two entities who represented the pinnacle of power in this realm.

Max held back the true depth of his capabilities, continuing to utilize only the fifth level concept of severing sword. This was not a mindless brawl. Since the onset of the fight, he had been probing, calculating, and verifying his theories with every strike.

He understood better than anyone that among his various powers, the concept of severing sword stood as the ultimate destructive authority, challenged only by the concept of time. He had intentionally kept his mastery of time hidden as his final hole card. While time was absolute, severing was definitive.

Time possessed the power to reverse results, but severing could vanish the very possibility of those results ever occurring. Consequently, Max had no desire to show his full hand too soon. He was waiting for one perfect opening—a single strike meant not just to injure Mark, but to inflict damage that no divine power, immortality, or crownbearer's authority could ever mend.

His conviction hardened as the duel progressed. Mark’s prowess wasn't just a product of brute strength or his crown. It was rooted in the laws of the world itself—in the principles of causality that demanded divine power must always heal, respond, and sustain itself eternally.

Mark functioned as both the origin and the manifestation of those laws, making him nearly impossible to kill through standard methods. However, the concept of severing sword operated on a different plane. It didn't just destroy energy or bypass shields; it severed connections. It sliced through relationships and erased the links between cause and effect.

If Max could advance this concept further—moving beyond a simple cut and into the territory of law-breaking—then the divine energy fueling Mark could be carved apart. Not just damaged or drained, but severed. If causality itself was sliced, then the ability to heal would become irrelevant.

Max realized that simply mastering a fifth level concept wouldn't be enough to cut through the causal laws protecting Mark. He required a deeper evolution of his insight, something that transcended concepts entirely. This was the threshold of the Cosmic Path.

The Cosmic Path was not a topic of conversation in the mortal realms, nor was it a strength obtained through mere talent. It was a fundamental truth of the Divine Realm, a boundary that distinguished those who used laws from those who defined them.

He had learned of this long ago from his master, not as a technique, but as a core truth of Cultivation. In the Divine Realm, once a practitioner pushed a concept to the fifth level, they reached a crossroads. From that point on, they could no longer depend on external knowledge or established traditions.

They were required to forge their own path—a trajectory that dictated how their laws would develop, transform, and eventually surpass the realm of concepts. That specific direction was what was known as a Cosmic Path.

A Cosmic Path was never a set formula. It served as a mirror to the cultivator’s spirit, personality, history, and convictions. It determined how their law behaved within the universe and how reality shifted in response. While some paths focused on authority and others on equilibrium, destruction, or creation, every single one was deeply personal.

Even if two cultivators mastered the same concept to an identical degree, their Cosmic Paths would remain distinct. This was because a Cosmic Path represented identity rather than just power. It was the solution to the ultimate question every true master eventually faces.

What do you want your law to become?

This epiphany weighed heavily on Max. If he intended to tread the Cosmic Path of the Concept of Severing Sword, he couldn't just think about cutting flesh or breaking shields. He had to define what "severing" meant to his soul. Was it the cutting of bodies, the cutting of energy, or the cutting of existence? Was its purpose to conclude a war, end a life, or destroy inevitability itself?

The concept of severing already possessed terrifying potential, able to cleave through matter, space, and abstract ties. To take it further, Max had to sharpen its intent. He needed to mold it into a unique Cosmic Path that could eventually sever causality, fate, and the very chains binding gods to their divinity.

In the heat of his battle with Mark, with the world's survival on the line, Max understood that this path wouldn't be found through quiet meditation. It would be tempered through will, through strife, and through the ironclad choice to cut away everything standing between him and his chosen conclusion.

He didn't need to master the Cosmic Path fully yet, nor did he need to name it. His immediate requirement was simpler but far more perilous: he had to find the direction his severing should follow. He had to decide what his sword was meant to slice when facing an opponent who could not be slain by normal means. As his blade continued to fall, Mark evaded some attacks and parried others with chilling ease, yet every swing left permanent scars on the world. Distant mountains were split, seas were carved into steaming canyons, and the firmament cracked like glass whenever a strike missed.

"One Sword All Conquered!" Max roared once more as his sword descended, fueled by his absolute will. Mark crossed his arms to block the hit directly, but the force still sent him flying across the earth like a meteor, creating a cratered trench that spanned thousands of kilometers. Before the debris could even settle, Max took a deep breath and unleashed his full power. The fifth level concept of severing sword erupted from his weapon without restraint, tearing the surrounding space as if reality itself was crumbling.

Simultaneously, his fifth level concept of flames flared up, coiling around him in black and crimson fire with tyrannical force. His fifth level concept of ice surged out in a ghostly chill, freezing shockwaves and locking debris in place. Lightning crackled as the fifth level concept of thunder wreathed his body in arcs of blue and red, each strike booming with destructive might. Finally, his fifth level concept of space manifested like an invisible prison, anchoring the world to prevent it from shattering under his aura. As these forces exploded in unison, the entire planet groaned, teetering on the edge of total annihilation.