Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1627 Into a different plane!

Concepts, unlike ordinary techniques, were not ranked. They were reflections of understanding, embodiments of truth grasped through countless battles and insights.

Could one concept truly be deemed stronger than another?

Perhaps in terms of sheer destructive power, severance was among the highest.

The ability to cleave all things apart bordered on the extreme of offense.

So, what could possibly surpass such a profound concept?

Could it be a concept of origin that could rewrite what was severed?

Or a concept of unity that negated division itself?

What about a concept of return that restored anything that had been cut apart?

Or perhaps a concept of nothingness, rendering severance futile because nothing remained to be cut?

Or maybe, something even more terrifying lurked beyond.

A concept so complete that it didn't oppose severance but encompassed it as a mere fraction.

Max slowly narrowed his eyes, a profound contemplation taking hold.

He harbored doubts about whether such concepts could even exist.

The Concept of Severing Sword in his possession already felt potent enough to challenge the heavens. To conceive of something naturally superior was a difficult thought.

Yet, the boulder before him effortlessly suppressed his Severing Sword Concept, solely through the ancient marks etched upon it.

This single fact contradicted his lingering doubts.

It implied that the Sword Saint's cultivation had either reached an unfathomable level beyond the concepts Max understood...

Or, the Sword Saint had genuinely attained a sword path that stood above severance itself.

A thrill mingled with a sense of pressure surged within Max.

The farther he ventured, the more he recognized the profound limitations of his current understanding.

What he once perceived as a grand summit might only be a humble foothill on an immense, endless mountain range.

Nevertheless, this realization didn't discourage him; instead, it ignited a fierce determination in his heart.

His gaze returned to the countless inscribed marks.

"If a sword path truly exists beyond severance..."

"Then I shall witness it with my own eyes."

Max's eyes gleamed with fierce resolve as he began his slow advance towards the colossal boulder.

With each step closer, the pressure emanating from the myriad sword marks intensified. The surrounding atmosphere grew unnervingly sharp, as if invisible blades danced through the very fabric of space. Even the ground beneath his feet seemed imbued with lingering sword intent that had seeped deep into the earth over untold ages of suppression.

Yet, Max pressed onward, undeterred.

Upon reaching a suitable proximity, he halted, centering himself and steadying his breath.

Then, he activated his Dimensional Sovereign Body.

A subtle tremor resonated through his senses as the world around him underwent an instantaneous transformation. Spatial layers became discernible, the intricate currents of Qi between heaven and earth unfolded in complex patterns, and distortions invisible to ordinary perception appeared like ethereal threads suspended in the air. The deeper intricacies of reality unveiled themselves before him.

His focused gaze fell upon the myriad sword marks adorning the boulder.

Instantly, an overwhelming flood of details revealed itself.

He could discern how each mark had not merely scarred the stone’s surface but had, at its inception, cut through the surrounding spatial layers. Some marks exhibited unnatural twists in depth, while others folded force inwards. A few still pulsed with residual trajectories, frozen in dimensional traces.

From a three-dimensional viewpoint, these marks were already profoundly intricate, defying comprehension.

However, after observing for several breaths, Max's expression shifted subtly.

He could perceive them.

But understanding their essence eluded him.

The Dimensional Sovereign Body granted him the ability to perceive structure, depth, and hidden patterns, yet the core of these marks transcended mere geometry or spatial analysis. Their essence was sword truth itself—a truth born from comprehension, not from form.

It was akin to a mortal gazing upon sacred scripture; the letters were visible, yet their meaning remained veiled.

Max narrowed his eyes, a realization dawning.

"So, even this gift can only aid me this far."

He felt no disappointment.

Instead, his fighting spirit surged with renewed vigor.

If mere perception proved insufficient, he would directly test the boulder's might.

Within his sea of consciousness, the Concept of Severing Sword resonated profoundly. Max channeled a sliver of that concept outward, directing it towards the immense stone like an invisible blade of pure intent.

The instant his Severing Sword Concept made contact with the boulder, the world erupted.

The entire boulder pulsed with blinding golden radiance.

The countless sword marks ignited in unison, as if awakened from an eternal slumber. Ancient brilliance bathed the landscape, and an overwhelming sword pressure descended from the heavens.

Before Max could fully react, one of the illuminated marks cleaved open.

A resplendent golden sword slash erupted from the boulder, hurtling towards him with impossible velocity.

It struck without forewarning.

It manifested without preamble.

It traversed distance as if distance were an illusion.

A primal sense of danger erupted within Max.

He had almost been caught completely unaware.

In that critical juncture, his battle instincts screamed. Max drew his weapon, Dragonheart, and unleashed a counter with every ounce of his being.

Cold steel clashed against incandescent golden light.

A tremendous impact reverberated through the vicinity as Dragonheart narrowly diverted the blade's path, keeping it from his form. The golden strike veered sideways, slicing through distant mountains as if they were mere paper before disappearing beyond the horizon.

Staggering back several paces, Max felt a trickle of blood escape the corner of his mouth.

His arms vibrated uncontrollably from the sheer force of the impact, and a searing pain shot through his internal organs.

Even after successfully parrying the blow, the recoil alone had inflicted injuries upon him.

Max's eyes widened in disbelief.

That formidable slash wasn't wielded by any living swordsman.

It was merely a reflexive action emanating from an ancient inscription.

Yet, what unsettled him even more wasn't the raw power demonstrated.

It was the profound silence enveloping the surroundings.

The multitude of experts seated before the stone remained utterly still, precisely as they had been. No eyes opened, no reactions occurred, not even the slightest indication that they had witnessed the boulder erupt in golden radiance or a terrifying sword slash manifest.

They continued their meditative states as if nothing had transpired.

Max deliberately wiped the blood from his lips.

"This is impossible," he muttered.

He promptly reactivated his Dimensional Sovereign Body.

This time, his focus shifted from the sword marks to the fabric of reality around him.

Then, his pupils constricted.

Something was amiss.

Or, to be more precise, something had fundamentally changed.

Utilizing the enhanced perception of his Dimensional Sovereign Body, Max discerned that he was no longer occupying the same spatial layer as the others.

Their forms were visible, yet subtly displaced, as if separated by an unseen barrier.

He could still perceive them visually, but they were no longer truly sharing the same plane as him.

Max himself now resided on a parallel plane, superimposed over the original world.

The grassy terrain, the imposing boulder, the vast sky, and the assembled individuals all remained visually present, yet spatially, he had shifted into a different stratum of existence.

Understanding flooded his mind instantly.

This explained why the others remained undisturbed.

This was the reason for their lack of reaction to the golden slash.

That potent attack had occurred exclusively within this parallel plane.

And its trigger was now undeniably clear.

The very instant his Severing Sword Concept made contact with the boulder, the stone had responded, drawing him into this concealed dimensional layer.

Max slowly raised his head, his gaze returning to the luminous sword marks.

His heartbeat accelerated with a surge of excitement.

This was demonstrably not an ordinary inheritance site.

The boulder had recognized his unique concept, necessitating his transport to a different plane.

This implied he had successfully triggered the inheritance, a contingency the Sword Saint may or may not have deliberately arranged on the boulder.