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 announced while turning around to guide Max and the rest further into the Treasure Hall.

While advancing, Max soon noticed that this area resembled the cultivation arts zone, but the vibe it radiated was utterly distinct. Innumerable jade slips and ancient manuals hovered silently inside transparent light barriers, organized in tiered arrays that reached deep into the chamber. Yet, unlike the serene and stable presence from cultivation techniques, the aura here felt piercing, fierce, and turbulent. Without even reaching out, Max detected killing intent, battle will, and hints of savage laws surrounding these battle arts, as though every one had been shaped amid endless battles for survival.

"This section holds Battle Arts," Elder Soren explained, catching Max's intent stare. "They differ from cultivation arts and stand apart from the techniques employed in the mortal realms."

He eased his steps and went on with his description. "In the mortal realms, techniques mainly extend basic energy manipulation. They depend on channeling mana through particular routes to generate outcomes like sword beams, elemental blasts, or physical enhancement. Such techniques work fine within the mortal world's boundaries, but they fall short in profundity. They fail to connect with the laws shaping reality."

Elder Soren waved gently at the hovering manuals nearby. "Battle Arts within the Divine Realm operate on a whole different level. They emerge from laws, concepts, and deep insights. Each Battle Art in this place embodies a cultivator's grasp of the world, be it sword intent, elemental laws, space, destruction, or myriad other routes. Cultivating a Battle Art means more than mastering energy flow. It involves channeling your insight into the concept via battle."

He shot Max a keen look. "That's why Battle Arts advance with the cultivator. A mortal technique hits its ceiling fast, but a genuine Divine Realm Battle Art can transform as your understanding grows. The firmer your hold on the laws, the deadlier the same Battle Art turns in your grasp."

From behind, Carl and Laura absorbed the words in silence, both grasping the weight of Elder Soren's lecture. They too had devoted years to honing their Battle Arts, but neither had tapped their full power yet.

"For sword cultivators especially," Elder Soren went on, "Battle Arts serve as more than attack methods. They shape your journey. Picking a weak one will hinder your progress and clash with your sword intent. The right one will harmonize with your insight and boost it, letting you battle well beyond your level."

He halted at the section's boundary and regarded Max steadily. "Take your time exploring. Choose carefully. The Battle Art you pick now could decide just how far your sword travels in the Divine Realm."

Max gave a nod and ventured into the ocean of suspended battle arts, his eyes steady but alert as he progressed slowly. The instant he reached the sword arts zone, numerous keen auras grazed his awareness, each bearing its own distinct will.

Certain ones exuded ferocity and dominance, others chill and mercilessness, and some stayed composed yet piercing without end. Every sword art in this space embodied a unique route, a separate conviction, and a varied fate for its practitioners.

He avoided haste. Selecting a sword art in the Divine Realm wasn't like grabbing a technique from the mortal world. This decision would stay with him for ages and might even mold the essence of his sword path. Max shut his eyes for a moment and extended his senses, letting his sword intent vibrate without restraint. He wasn't just viewing with sight anymore. He was sensing through his determination, seeking what matched the route he had already set.

'My path is the Emotion Severing Cosmic Path,' Max reflected firmly. 'A sword that slices through emotions, breaks bonds, and flows in tune with the immense and impartial cosmos.'

With that idea taking root, numerous sword arts nearby started to seem mismatched. Those brimming with anger, bloodshed, or intense fervor pushed him away on instinct. Sword arts stressing wrath, killing intent, or emotional heightening collided harshly with his sword intent.

Even certain poised and refined sword arts seemed lacking, as though they clung too much to mortal feelings and missed the infinite aloofness required by his Cosmic Path.

Then, pushing further into the hall, his pace grew measured.

In front of him hovered a jade slip releasing a barely noticeable aura. It wasn't forceful, nor was it flashy. Rather, it conveyed immensity and remoteness, akin to a quiet star realm expanding forever into emptiness. The sword intent inside felt icy, serene, and unyielding, holding a notion of division that transcended body and substance. It wasn't a sword art designed for slaying driven by hate or craving. It was a sword art that divided simply because division was essential.

Max's heart stirred faintly.

When he reached out for the jade slip, the surroundings appeared to hush. The rest of the sword arts receded into obscurity, as if yielding to a greater force. Bursts of understanding surged into his thoughts the second his fingers met the barrier holding the jade slip.

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

Visions overwhelmed his mind. A sword gliding across the emptiness of space, splitting stars, slicing time, emotion, and cause alike. Every blow was precise and final, yielding only quiet in its wake.

The sword art's central idea wasn't mere strength, but separation. The greater the emotions one divided, the keener the sword grew. The nearer one's mind approached the cosmos's calm, the better the edge would sync with universal laws.

Max breathed out gradually.

This was it.

This sword art didn't demand total rejection of emotions, nor did it push him toward mindless cruelty. Instead, it showed him how to rise beyond emotions during swordplay, to strike without doubt, remorse, or turmoil. It aligned flawlessly with his Emotion Severing Cosmic Path, enhancing it instead of limiting it.

Elder Soren, observing from afar in quiet, squinted at the ripple he felt. Upon spotting the jade slip Max selected, his face changed markedly.

"That one," Elder Soren murmured lowly, evidently taken aback. "Void Severing Star Scripture. A high Saint Tier sword art that scarce few attempt to practice."

At the name's sound, Carl and Laura both tensed up. They had encountered tales of that sword art, a route requiring utmost mental purity and steadfast determination.

"It's not a sword art centered on killing intent or raw power," Elder Soren stated gravely. "It divides emotions, ideas, and ties even as it strikes the foe. Numerous aspirants who tried it ended up hollow or quit the way entirely."

Max gripped the jade slip firmly, his face composed and resolute. "It suits me."

Elder Soren examined him at length before nodding deliberately. "If that's so, then this sword art belongs to you."

Now that the cultivation art and battle art were secured, a peculiar feeling of wholeness filled Max. The Primordial Elements Scripture would form his cultivation base, as the Void Severing Star Scripture would guide his sword along the Cosmic Path.

Paired with the Dragonheart sword in his possession, Max already perceived the form of a fearsome destiny starting to emerge.

'Nice.' He mused inwardly.

"Good. With the three items from the Treasure Hall now selected, we should head to your quarters." Carl remarked with a grin, obviously pleased by the developments.

Max agreed with a nod and tucked away the cultivation art and sword art securely before placing the Dragonheart sword beside him. Leaving the Treasure Hall, he still sensed subtle stares fixed on him, some curious, others doubtful, and a handful laced with concealed envy.

He paid them no mind. By now, he had come to terms with drawing notice everywhere in the Black Dragon Palace.

Carl took the lead, his stride relaxed yet directed, with Laura trailing a bit after Max, her gaze sometimes flicking to the golden sword by his side before snapping back ahead.

Spotting this, Max placed Dragonheart into his storage space.

The party traversed wide stone routes linking various palace zones, each path flanked by massive black edifices etched with dragon designs. Black flames flickered wordlessly on old columns, casting a subdued and grave light that lent the area a heavy yet grand feel.

Venturing away from the Treasure Hall, the environment shifted bit by bit. The bustle of disciples and activity near resource areas died down, giving way to serene paths and neater settings.

"This is the living zone for the 33rd Hall," Carl noted as they pressed on. "Every Hall features its dedicated dwellings, practice fields, and small cultivation spots."

Max took in the scene wordlessly, his awareness alert. The structures weren't extravagantly ornate, but every home was roomy and sturdy, crafted from substances that endured fierce bursts of flame intent. Practice yards dotted the spaces between abodes, a few bearing deep gouge marks that still pulsed with residual energy after eons.

Before long, they reached a huge stone entrance carved with thirty-three claw traces in a round layout. In the pattern's heart, one claw mark gleamed a touch more vividly than the others.

Carl paused and faced Max. "This marks the dwelling district tied to the 33rd Hall. As an outer disciple, your stay will be in the outer lodging section linked to it. From this spot, duties, practice, and tasks will all proceed as needed."

Laura inclined her head slightly. "Don't take this lightly. Plenty of outer disciples yearn for a spot here without success. The 33rd Hall seems subdued, but the rivalry within outstrips most palace areas."

Max gazed at the lines of homes extending afar, each like a hushed edge poised for action. He sensed no burden, just a firm determination building inside. This served as just the beginning. Here, he would hone himself steadily, advance by advance, until the Black Dragon Palace had to acknowledge him fully.

Carl offered a subtle smile while motioning ahead. "Come. I'll show you to your allotted home."