Read Novel Full Chapter 1627 Into a different plane!
Chapter 1627 Into a different plane!
Because concepts were not ranked like ordinary techniques. They were manifestations of understanding, reflections of one's concept, embodiments of truth grasped through countless battles and insights.
Could one simply say one concept was stronger than another?
Perhaps in direct destructive power, severance stood among the highest.
To cut all things apart was already near the extreme of offense.
So what could surpass it?
A concept of origin that rewrote what was cut?
A concept of unity that denied division itself?
A concept of return that restored what had been severed?
A concept of nothingness that made cutting meaningless because nothing remained to cut?
Or perhaps something even more terrifying.
A concept so complete that it did not oppose severance, but contained it as one small part.
Max slowly narrowed his eyes.
He had doubts such concepts even existed.
The Concept of Severing Sword already felt sharp enough to challenge heaven. To imagine something naturally above it was difficult.
Yet the boulder before him was suppressing his Severing Sword Concept merely through old marks left behind.
That fact alone contradicted his doubts.
Either the Sword Saint's cultivation had reached an absurd level beyond concepts Max understood...
Or the Sword Saint truly had grasped a sword path standing above severance.
Max felt both excitement and pressure rise within him.
The farther he walked, the more he realized how small his current understanding remained.
What he once viewed as a great peak might only be a foothill on an endless mountain.
Still, instead of discouraging him, that realization ignited something in his chest.
He looked at the countless marks again.
"If there really is a sword path beyond severance..."
"Then I will see it for myself."
Max's eyes shone with brilliance as he slowly began walking toward the giant boulder.
Every step closer increased the pressure radiating from the countless sword marks. The surrounding air felt sharper, as though invisible blades drifted through space. Even the earth beneath his feet carried traces of sword intent that had seeped downward through ages of suppression.
Yet Max did not stop.
Once he reached a suitable distance, he halted and steadied his breathing.
Then he activated his Dimensional Sovereign Body.
A subtle ripple spread through his senses. The world around him changed instantly. Layers of space became visible. The flow of energy between heaven and earth unfolded in intricate patterns. Distortions hidden from ordinary sight appeared like threads suspended in the air. The deeper functions of reality opened before him.
His gaze locked onto the sword marks covering the boulder.
Immediately, countless details revealed themselves.
He could see how each sword mark had not merely scarred the surface, but had cut through the surrounding spatial layers when first created. Some marks twisted depth unnaturally. Others folded force inward. Some still carried residual trajectories frozen in dimensional traces.
From a three-dimensional perspective, the marks were already profound beyond reason.
Yet after observing for several breaths, Max's expression gradually changed.
He could see them.
But he could not understand them.
The Dimensional Sovereign Body allowed him to perceive structure, depth, and hidden patterns, but what lay within these marks exceeded pure geometry or spatial analysis. The essence behind them was sword truth itself, something born from comprehension rather than shape.
It was like a mortal staring at divine scripture. The letters were visible, yet meaning remained sealed.
Max narrowed his eyes.
"So even this can only help me this far."
He did not feel disappointed.
Instead, his fighting spirit rose.
If sight alone was insufficient, then he would test the boulder directly.
Within his sea of consciousness, the Concept of Severing Sword stirred sharply. Max guided a strand of that concept outward, sending it toward the giant stone like an invisible blade of intent.
The moment his Severing Sword Concept touched the boulder, everything changed.
The entire boulder erupted in blinding golden light.
The countless sword marks ignited simultaneously as though awakened from slumber. Ancient brilliance flooded the plain, and an overwhelming sword pressure descended from above.
Before Max could fully react, one of the glowing marks split open.
A golden sword slash burst forth from the boulder and shot toward him with impossible speed.
It came without warning.
It came without buildup.
It crossed distance as if distance did not exist.
Max's scalp exploded with danger.
He had nearly been caught completely off guard.
In that critical instant, his battle instincts roared to life. Max drew Dragonheart and swung with everything he had.
Steel met golden light.
A violent impact shook the surrounding area as Dragonheart barely deflected the slash away from his body. The golden attack changed direction and flew sideways into the distance, cutting through mountains far away as though they were paper before vanishing beyond the horizon.
Max staggered backward several steps.
Blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.
His arms trembled violently from the force of the collision, and sharp pain spread through his internal organs.
Even after successfully parrying it, the recoil alone had injured him.
Max's eyes filled with shock.
That slash had not been unleashed by a living swordsman.
It was merely a reaction from one ancient mark.
Yet what made him feel even stranger was not the power.
It was the silence around him.
The countless experts seated before the boulder remained exactly as before. None opened their eyes. None reacted. None showed the slightest sign of witnessing the boulder explode with golden radiance or a terrifying slash being released.
They remained immersed in meditation as though nothing had happened.
Max slowly wiped the blood from his lips.
"That is impossible."
He immediately activated his Dimensional Sovereign Body once more.
This time, instead of focusing on the sword marks, he observed the surrounding reality itself.
Then his pupils contracted.
Something was wrong.
Or more accurately, something had changed.
Through the perception of his Dimensional Sovereign Body, Max discovered that he was no longer standing on the same spatial layer as the others. Their figures were present, yet faintly displaced, as though separated by an invisible membrane.
He could still see them.
But they were not truly sharing the same plane as him.
Max himself now stood in a parallel plane overlapping the original world.
The grassy land, the boulder, the sky, and the people all still existed visually, yet spatially he had shifted into another layer of existence.
Understanding dawned instantly.
That was why the others had not been disturbed.
That was why no one reacted to the golden slash.
That attack had occurred only within this parallel plane.
And the trigger had been clear.
The moment his Severing Sword Concept touched the boulder, the boulder had responded and dragged him into this hidden dimensional layer.
Max slowly lifted his head and looked at the glowing sword marks once more.
His heartbeat quickened.
This was no ordinary inheritance site.
The boulder had recognized his concept to send him to a different plane.
Meaning he had triggered the inheritance Sword Saint might or might not have put this on the boulder.