Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1628 Meaning behind the Sword Slashes!

After realizing that he stood in a different plane from everyone else, Max completely withdrew his attention from the countless cultivators gathered around the giant boulder.

Whether they were Divine Kings, Holy Lords, or ancient experts who had remained seated here for unknown ages, none of them mattered to him at this moment. Their bodies were still present in the same open space, their auras still filled the surroundings, and their silent figures still carried the weight of terrifying cultivation, but Max understood that they were no longer standing in the same layer of reality as him.

They could not see the golden light he had seen. They could not sense the attack that had struck him. They could not feel the sharp pressure that had almost split his perception apart.

To them, perhaps he was still seated quietly before the boulder like everyone else, but to Max, the world had already changed.

This hidden plane belonged only to him now.

Max slowly turned his gaze back toward the giant boulder. The golden brilliance from the previous reaction had already faded, and the countless sword marks on its surface had returned to their ancient stillness.

They looked weathered and silent, as though they had been carved there by time itself. Yet after experiencing that sudden golden slash, Max could no longer regard the boulder as a simple stone. It felt alive in a strange and profound way.

It was not alive like a beast. It was not alive like a spirit with thoughts and emotions. It was alive through intent, through sword principles, through the terrifying will hidden inside every mark left behind on its surface.

Max narrowed his eyes as countless thoughts moved through his mind.

"If that attack was not meant to kill me, then what was its purpose?" he muttered softly.

The recoil from the first clash still lingered within his body. His arms felt numb, his internal organs had been shaken, and a trace of blood still stained the corner of his lips. Yet Max felt no fear. Instead, a stronger curiosity surged in his heart.

He wanted to know what lay behind those sword marks. He wanted to know what kind of sword truth could force even his Severing Sword Concept to tremble. More than that, he wanted to understand why the boulder had answered him in such a direct and violent way.

Max inhaled slowly and forced his mind to calm.

Then he guided his Concept of Severing Sword outward once more.

This time, he did not act recklessly. He condensed the concept into a thinner and purer thread of sword intent, making it sharper, more restrained, and more focused than before. It drifted through the air without sound, like an invisible blade moving through a world that ordinary eyes could never perceive.

Under Max's careful control, the thread of Severing Sword Concept touched one of the sword marks on the boulder.

The reaction was immediate.

The entire boulder erupted with golden light.

Every sword mark ignited at the same time, turning the ancient stone into a radiant sun of sword intent. A terrifying pressure descended upon the hidden plane, so sharp and majestic that even the air around Max seemed to be sliced into countless invisible fragments.

The ground beneath his feet trembled faintly, and the space around the boulder distorted under the weight of the sword aura.

Then one sword mark near the center shone brighter than all the others.

From within that mark, a golden sword slash burst out.

It was even faster than the first one.

No, calling it fast was not accurate. Speed still belonged to movement, but this slash almost ignored movement itself. The instant it appeared, it had already crossed the distance between the boulder and Max. Its line was direct, flawless, and impossible to predict through ordinary perception.

Max's pupils contracted sharply as he instantly activated his Dimensional Sovereign Body.

His battle instincts erupted.

Dragonheart appeared in his hand before his conscious thoughts fully formed. Max stepped diagonally, twisted his waist, and raised his sword at the most efficient defensive angle he could create in that brief instant.

Steel collided with golden light.

A violent shockwave exploded outward. Sparks scattered through the air like fragments of shattered stars, and the force behind the golden slash rushed through Dragonheart, entered Max's arms, and crashed deep into his body like a falling mountain.

Max was blasted backward dozens of meters.

His boots tore long trenches into the ground as he struggled to stabilize himself. Even after forcing himself to stop, blood surged up his throat and spilled from his mouth. Pain spread through his chest, his meridians, and his arms, but Max ignored all of it.

His eyes were brighter than ever.

He had blocked the second slash.

More importantly, this time he had sensed something deeper.

The attack was not chaotic. It was not a wild burst of power released without control. Its force had been distributed with terrifying precision. Its angle contained no wasted motion. Its trajectory was the shortest and cleanest path between origin and target. Every inch of the slash had been refined until nothing unnecessary remained.

Max slowly lowered Dragonheart and fell into deep thought.

"What is the meaning behind these attacks?"

Why did the boulder react only when his Severing Sword Concept touched it?

Why did it answer with sword slashes instead of visions, manuals, or spoken teachings?

Why did each attack feel less like hostility and more like a demonstration?

Max replayed the two clashes again and again in his mind. The first slash had nearly overwhelmed him through suddenness. The second slash had been clearer, purer, and even more complete. There had been no killing intent within either attack.

There had been no cruelty, no arrogance, and no desire to crush a weaker junior.

There had only been sword.

As this thought surfaced, Max's breathing gradually slowed.

Then realization struck him.

"This is not just a sword attack," Max murmured, his gaze locking onto the glowing marks.

"The sword attacks are guiding me in the way of the sword."

The boulder was not attacking him. It was teaching him.

Each time he offered his Severing Sword Concept, the marks answered with a sword principle capable of confronting it. These golden slashes were not random attacks. They were lessons delivered through collision.

Perhaps the Sword Saint had never left behind written scriptures because true sword concepts could not be transmitted through words alone. Words could be misunderstood. Diagrams could be copied without comprehension. Manuals could be memorized by fools who never touched the essence behind them.

But a sword slash could not lie.

Only by facing it directly could one understand the truth hidden within.

Max lifted his head and stared at the ancient boulder. The pain in his body still had not faded, but excitement began to burn in his eyes. If his judgment was correct, then every golden slash released by this boulder was worth more than countless treasured sword manuals.

Each strike contained a truth refined by an existence whose sword concept had reached an unimaginable level.

And he had only received two so far.