Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1662 Eternal Hourglass

"Let me illustrate the distinction for you." With a soft chuckle, Ray's lips curled into a sinister grin.

The profound madness in his eyes intensified, and the peculiar white sword he held pulsed with an increasingly disturbing aura.

"The Cosmic Ascension Conference transpires within a supreme artifact known as the Eternal Hourglass," Ray elaborated slowly. "That artifact is an omnipotent treasure of unimaginable value."

As he voiced these words, even the onlookers displayed expressions of shock.

It was evident that many had indeed heard of the Eternal Hourglass.

"Legend purports that the Eternal Hourglass has been safeguarded by the Primordials since the dawn of antiquity," Ray stated with visible pride. "It stands as one of the Five Primal Treasures, existing since time immemorial. Consequently, the laws enforced within the Eternal Hourglass are substantially more stringent and absolute than the regulations governing this Soul Sealing Painting."

Ray's grin stretched wider as he proceeded.

"Within the confines of the Eternal Hourglass, once the rules are established, they are immutable. Regardless of any events during the Cosmic Ascension Conference, participants are eternally protected from true death within its domain."

Then, Ray deliberately lifted the white sword in his grasp.

"However, this location is different."

An immediate chill permeated the surrounding atmosphere.

"While the Soul Sealing Painting is potent, it remains vastly inferior to the Eternal Hourglass. The rules here are not absolute. Under specific circumstances, they can be circumvented."

Max registered a slight frown upon hearing this.

He implicitly grasped the significance of the Eternal Hourglass. A Primal Treasure originating from the very genesis of existence would naturally eclipse artifacts like the Soul Sealing Painting.

Nevertheless, the precise implication behind Ray's words eluded Max.

"What precisely are you attempting to convey?" Max inquired calmly, his gaze narrowing slightly.

Ray immediately responded with a sneer.

"Observe this blade, will you?" he quipped, lightly gesturing with the white sword.

The instant the sword moved, an involuntary tremor seized the souls of countless individuals.

"This sword is numbered among the six revered blades of the Sword God Palace," Ray proclaimed with arrogance. "Its designation is the Soul Devouring Sword."

The peculiar energy radiating from the blade intensified considerably.

"Any soul extinguished by this sword shall be utterly consumed. Their essence will be eternally imprisoned within the blade, precluding any possibility of liberation."

Upon uttering these concluding words, a terrifying killing intent flared from Ray's eyes.

He then slowly directed the Soul Devouring Sword squarely at Max.

"Under normal circumstances, when participants perish within the Soul Sealing Painting, their souls are instantaneously and safely returned to their corporeal forms outside."

Ray's smile progressively grew colder.

"But should one fall victim to the Soul Devouring Sword…"

A horrifying presence suddenly unfurled across the combat arena.

"Their soul will be devoured before the Soul Sealing Painting can affect its reclamation."

Ray locked his gaze onto Max, his face completely contorted with a wild fervor.

"And once your soul is consumed…"

"You will meet true oblivion."

"I comprehend." Max now perceived the dreadful reality of the white sword in Ray's possession.

"Hahaha! Perish before me now, Max Morgan!" Ray's derisive laughter reverberated across the battlefield as sheer madness overtook his visage.

At that precise juncture, he gripped the Soul Devouring Sword with both hands.

The instant his fingers fully encompassed the hilt, the enigmatic white sword blazed with an incandescent white light.

Then—

An oppressive force of immense power descended upon the entirety of the eighth layer.

The countenances of numerous participants shifted dramatically.

A multitude instantly felt their souls writhe uncontrollably within their forms, as if an unseen entity were forcibly extracting their consciousness. Several less robust prodigies turned ashen, perspiration cascading down their backs without restraint.

Respiration itself became a labor.

The aura emanating from the Soul Devouring Sword was simply too formidable.

It exerted no mere physical pressure.

Rather, it directly assailed the very soul.

Jonathan's pupils contracted sharply.

Julie's expression underwent a complete transformation.

Even they sensed an intense peril radiating from that blade.

"This sword…" Jonathan vocalized, his tone grave. "It possesses the genuine capacity to harm souls."

The surrounding contestants hastily retreated in a wave of panic, fear gradually permeating the battlefield. No one dared linger in Ray's proximity, as the mere emanation from the Soul Devouring Sword induced a sensation akin to their souls being incrementally dismembered.

Meanwhile, the brilliant white luminescence enveloping the sword intensified with each passing moment.

Then, unexpectedly—

The blade began to swell at an accelerated rate.

In mere seconds, the sword that was once of ordinary size morphed into a colossal divine blade, its white radiance now exceeding its previous dimensions tenfold. This immense sword pulsed with formidable soul fluctuations, its surface alive with an endless dance of peculiar white runes.

Concurrently, a cacophony of dismal wails suddenly emanated faintly from within the sword itself.

These sounds were akin to the laments of tormented spirits, trapped in an abyss of perpetual despair.

The spectral cries sent shivers down the spines of the assembled participants, a palpable chill spreading through their bodies.

Ray's already menacing grin widened, his eyes gleaming with a cruel delight as he observed the fear etched on everyone's faces.

"You ought to consider yourself honored, Max," Ray intoned coldly, hoisting the gargantuan Soul Devouring Sword high above his head. "A select few are deemed worthy to meet their end by this weapon."

Boom!!!

An explosive torrent of terrifying white sword energy erupted skyward.

The immediate vicinity warped and distorted under the strain, while the horrifying pressure radiating from the Soul Devouring Sword surged with breathtaking speed.

At this juncture, Ray completely abandoned any pretense of restraint regarding his killing intent.

His sole objective was to vanquish Max right then and there.

Then, with a savage, guttural roar, Ray brought the gigantic white sword crashing down towards Max.

The instant the strike commenced its descent, the very fabric of the heavens and earth seemed to plunge into darkness.

An immense arc of white sword light cleaved through the arena with an indomitable force, as soul-devouring energy, potent and terrifying, swept outwards like a tempest. Wherever this spectral white beam traversed, even the surrounding space appeared to contort unnaturally.

The spectators in close proximity scrambled backward in sheer panic, their countenances contorted with dread.

A chilling premonition gripped many of them.

Should they be caught in the path of that attack—

It would not merely mean the annihilation of their physical forms.

Their very souls would be irrevocably erased from existence.