Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1374 Legacy of the Sword Sovereign

The blade kept vibrating within Max's hold as his boots hit the ground of the Treasure Pavilion, its golden edge unleashing a bold and commanding sword aura that seemed to pulse with life. Waves of this aura expanded outward, keen and unyielding, bearing an age-old determination that resisted any taming.

As soon as it burst out, all the other arms in the pavilion stirred like they were confronting a born enemy. Swords clattered, lances shook, and even the artifacts sealed away in the pavilion's depths hummed softly in echo.

The handful of disciples there pulled back on reflex, their faces stiffening as the force swept across them, while Elder Soren himself sensed his breathing turn labored beneath that overwhelming vibe.

Just Max grasped the true significance of that vibration.

"Golden Battle Sword, Dragonheart," Max whispered quietly, his tone steady but brimming with assurance. The blade wasn't simply responding. It was communicating with him in its sole way, disclosing its identity via its intense aura and steadfast purpose. Dragonheart. A title laden with arrogance, rebellion, and the remnants of endless clashes against impossible foes.

"This blade…" Elder Soren breathed, his poise at last crumbling. Amazement flooded his gaze as he fixed it on the weapon in Max's grip. Over his millennia of watching over the Treasure Pavilion, he'd never imagined that anybody, much less a fresh recruit disciple, could seize the arm perched at the top of the ninth level. The sight before him demolished old beliefs and upended ages of steadfast assurance.

"Elder Soren, do you know about this sword?" Max inquired, spotting the sharp shift in the elder's look.

"I know some things," Elder Soren answered gravely, his eyes locked on Dragonheart. "If my memory serves me right, this sword once belonged to Dragonheart Sword Sovereign. He was a legendary figure, once acknowledged as the strongest sword master of his era within the Divine Realm. His comprehension of the sword had reached a terrifying height, so close to the elusive realm of the Sword Saint that many believed his ascension was inevitable. Yet in the end, he fell short of that realm by the smallest margin."

Elder Soren paused, as though recalling something buried deep within time. "After that, Dragonheart Sword Sovereign vanished from the public eye. No one knows where he went or what path he chose afterward. Some say he secluded himself to pursue a higher truth, while others believe he abandoned the sword entirely. The only thing that is certain is that long ago, he personally delivered this sword to the Black Dragon Palace."

He continued, his voice carrying a trace of reverence. "He left behind only one condition. This sword was not to be inherited by elders or established experts. It was to be claimed only by someone from the younger generation, someone whose will and potential resonated with the sword itself. For thousands of years, this blade remained untouched, rejecting every disciple who dared to reach for it, no matter how talented or powerful they were."

Elder Soren finally looked at Max, his eyes filled with a complex mixture of awe and disbelief. "And yet, after all this time, you are the one it chose. You are the first person to take Dragonheart away from this pavilion."

"This sword has such a legacy behind it?" Max muttered as he looked down at the golden blade in his hand. The weight he felt was no longer just physical but something far deeper, as though history itself rested against his palm.

Only now did he truly understand why the sword had hesitated earlier, why it had tested his will instead of yielding easily. Dragonheart had once belonged to a Sword Sovereign, not merely a strong cultivator but the strongest sword master of the Divine Realm in his era, someone who had stood at the very edge of the Sword Saint realm.

Compared to such a figure, Max knew that his current self was still lacking, and the sword had sensed that gap clearly.

"Damn, Max really got that sword," Carl said in a shaken voice, his gaze fixed on Dragonheart with unconcealed disbelief. "From this moment onward, his days of peace in the Divine Realm are over."

"I understand exactly what you mean," Laura replied as she slowly nodded, her expression turning grave. "There are countless sword geniuses spread across the Divine Realm who have admired the legacy of Dragonheart Sword Sovereign for generations. Many of them dreamed of inheriting his sword, but none could even attempt it because the weapon was sealed within the Black Dragon Palace. Now that it has been taken by a disciple of the palace, and a newly joined outer disciple at that, the news alone will drive those sword cultivators into madness."

Carl let out a long sigh as the implications became clearer in his mind. "Once this spreads, I can already imagine half of the Black Dragon Palace disciples issuing challenges to Max, not even counting the outsiders who will look for any excuse to provoke him."

Max heard their words clearly, yet he did not allow them to stir his heart. His gaze remained steady as he turned toward Elder Soren, the golden sword still held firmly in his hand. "The sword is mine now, right?" he asked calmly, his tone carrying neither doubt nor hesitation.

Elder Soren nodded without the slightest pause. "It is yours. This sword is at least a low immortal tier weapon so keep it safe kid."

A faint smile appeared on Max's face at that confirmation. He tightened his grip around Dragonheart, feeling its aura slowly settle as though acknowledging his resolve. Whatever storms this sword would bring in the future, Max accepted them without regret.

"Now I want a cultivation art," Max said as he turned his attention away from the sword and toward Elder Soren.

"Hm," Elder Soren hummed softly before nodding. "What type of cultivation art do you need?"

"What type?" Max repeated, falling silent for a brief moment as he organized his thoughts. His gaze drifted instinctively toward the vast Treasure Hall around them, but what he was truly looking at was something far deeper, the structure of his own power. "I want something that can help me control fire, ice, lightning, space, and other elements together, not separately, but in harmony."