Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1656 Pseudo Cosmic Path

"Bring it on," Max declared with a slight smile, his sword sliding from its scabbard with a soft hum. The polished steel caught the light, and arcs of seven-colored lightning began to dance around his form like wild, destructive celestial currents.

A powerful energy silently radiated across the platform, yet Max's demeanor remained serene. He lifted his blade, aiming the tip directly at Ray without a hint of hesitation.

"Impress me," he invited.

Ray's lips twisted into a frigid sneer at Max's words, his eyes blazing with undisguised disdain.

"As you desire."

In the following instant, a lengthy crimson spear materialized in Ray's grasp.

The weapon itself was a deep, unsettling red, resembling molten blood forged into tangible metal. Intricate scarlet runes, like fiery veins, crisscrossed its surface. The moment the spear appeared, an oppressive aura emanated from it, thickening the very air around them.

Several participants nearby visibly winced, registering the palpable pressure from the artifact.

Ray began a slow circuit around Max, the spear's tip scraping against the stone floor beneath his boots.

A sharp, grating shriek filled the arena as the needle-like point sliced through the stone with terrifying ease, gouging deep fissures and sending showers of sparks into the atmosphere.

A sardonic smirk played on Ray's lips as he continued his predatory circling, treating Max as a cornered animal already ensnared.

"You understand something, don't you?" Ray inquired, his gaze locked onto Max. "Of everyone currently on this stage, your cultivation is the lowest."

A hush fell over the onlookers as Ray's voice resonated clearly throughout the battleground.

"Your performance in the first two trials was commendable because they assessed talent, comprehension, and skill," Ray elaborated, gradually raising the crimson spear. "But this is different."

A dangerous glint appeared on his face.

"This is a true fight."

The ambiance surrounding Ray shifted, the pressure emanating from his spear intensifying with each passing second.

"And on the battlefield," he stated coldly, "your inadequacy will finally be laid bare for all to witness."

The instant his words concluded, a fearsome pressure erupted violently from Ray's spear.

It was pure sharpness.

An overwhelming sensation of sharpness cascaded outward from the crimson spear, akin to an unseen tempest engulfing the entire eighth tier. The force became so profound that even the adjacent participants instinctively recoiled in astonishment.

The stone platform under Ray's feet fractured beyond recognition, while volatile energy surges rapidly propagated across the arena.

Even the colossal ancient tower itself seemed to quiver slightly.

The expressions of numerous participants shifted dramatically.

"What terrifying sharpness!"

"This pressure…"

"It's merely the fifth-level concept of sharpness, yet it feels utterly overwhelming!"

The air around the platform grew heavy as the essence radiating from Ray's spear escalated with alarming speed.

Max's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.

He instantly perceived that Ray's mastery of sharpness was fundamentally distinct from common conceptual understandings. It felt more profound, more complete, almost as if it had already begun its metamorphosis into something far exceeding a mere concept.

At that precise moment, Jonathan Myres' countenance underwent a drastic transformation.

His pupils constricted as he gazed at Ray, utter disbelief etched onto his features.

"This…"

A look of profound shock contorted his face.

"This is a Pseudo Cosmic Path!"

The utterance of these words caused the surrounding participants' expressions to instantly alter.

Even Julie's typically composed visage finally lost its placidity.

"Pseudo Cosmic Path?" she echoed, visibly stunned, before swiftly redirecting her gaze back to Ray.

Her exquisite eyes widened.

"Impossible…"

The assembled geniuses erupted into a cacophony of bewildered exclamations.

"A Pseudo Cosmic Path?"

"How can that even be real?"

Meanwhile, Ray remained remarkably composed, the formidable aura surrounding him continuing to sharpen with every fleeting second.

At this juncture, the pressure emanating from his spear no longer bore the hallmark of a mere fifth-level concept. It now bore the unmistakable traces of something far more advanced, something steadily approaching the caliber of a true Cosmic Path.

Jonathan regarded Ray with solemn intensity before speaking in a hushed tone.

A Pseudo Cosmic Path signifies a stage where an individual has embarked on the journey toward comprehending a genuine Cosmic Path," he elucidated, his demeanor grave. "It indicates that such a person has attained considerable proficiency in the fundamentals of that path, even if its complete realization remains elusive."

Julie's eyes flickered subtly as she absorbed his words.

In essence, a Pseudo Cosmic Path denoted an individual who had already traversed halfway towards the pinnacle of true Cosmic Path understanding.

And this realization was utterly daunting.

It must be understood that the comprehension of a true Cosmic Path was typically a pursuit reserved for cultivators who had already ascended to the Divine Lord Realm. Only upon reaching this echelon would cultivators typically commence the transformation of their conceptual understanding into complete Cosmic Paths, thereby facilitating further progression on the cultivation path.

Yet, here was Ray Willer, who had already brushed against the very precipice of such power while still occupying the apex of the Law Manifestation Realm.

This degree of comprehension was simply preposterous.

It utterly eclipsed the benchmarks set by even the most exceptional prodigies hailing from third-rate factions.

"How could he possibly achieve this?" Julie whispered, gazing at Ray with profound astonishment.

Her gaze steadily intensified.

She was acutely aware that even within the ranks of first-rate factions, only the most elite prodigies occasionally managed to approach the threshold of a Pseudo Cosmic Path during their Law Awakening Realm. This singular feat alone was sufficient to label them as unparalleled anomalies.

Yet, Ray, a genius originating from a third-rate faction, had inexplicably achieved the same.

The more Julie pondered this, the more the entire situation strained credulity.

Jonathan slowly narrowed his eyes.

"I have encountered certain whispers previously," he stated with gravity. "It is said that Ray Willer possesses ties to the Sword God Palace."

Julie immediately pivoted her attention towards him.

Jonathan continued in a hushed tone, "My conjecture would be that a certain Elder from the Sword God Palace likely took him under their tutelage personally. Otherwise, there exists no conceivable avenue through which a genius from a third-rate force could attain comprehension of a Pseudo Cosmic Path at such an early juncture."

At that precise instant, the entire atmosphere pervading the eighth layer underwent a palpable transformation.

The surrounding participants no longer regarded Ray with mere caution or apprehension.

Now, their gazes were imbued with genuine trepidation.