Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1317 Final Battle - 4

The two warriors clashed once more, sword and divine energy meeting in a rapid sequence of strikes. Max’s severing blows sliced through the void with unerring precision, while Mark met them with overwhelming power. Divine authority smashed against the essence of severance, creating violent shockwaves that vibrated through the very foundation of the world.

Ripples surged across the sealed battlefield with every engagement, causing even the spatial laws Max had established to groan under the pressure. Neither man gave an inch; neither man faltered.

It was becoming obvious to both combatants that a single mistake or a solitary strike would not conclude this duel. This was a peak confrontation between two entities who represented the absolute zenith of what this world could produce.

Max kept the deeper reservoirs of his strength restrained, continuing to rely solely on the fifth level Concept of Severing Sword. This was not intended to be a mindless brawl. From the start, he had been probing, calculating, and validating his theories with every exchange of blows.

He understood better than anyone that among his many mastered concepts, the Concept of Severing Sword stood at the pinnacle of destructive authority. It was rivaled only by the Concept of Time, which he had hidden away as his ultimate trump card. While Time was absolute, Severing was final.

Time possessed the power to reverse outcomes, but Severing could delete the very possibility of those outcomes ever occurring. Consequently, Max had no desire to reveal his full hand too soon. He sought a single, decisive opening—a strike that would do more than just wound Mark. He wanted to inflict damage that could not be mended by divine power, immortality, or the authority of a Crownbearer.

His conviction sharpened the longer they fought. Mark’s resilience did not originate purely from his raw strength or the crown he wore; it was rooted in the laws of this world. It was fueled by causality—the cycle of cause and effect which dictated that divine power must respond, restore, and perpetuate itself eternally.

Mark functioned as both the source and the result of those laws, making him nearly impossible to eliminate through standard methods. However, the Concept of Severing Sword operated on a different plane. It did not merely destroy energy or shatter defenses; it severed connections. it sliced through relationships and erased the links between cause and consequence.

If Max could advance this concept further—elevating it from a mere cutting technique into the territory of law-breaking—then the divine power keeping Mark alive could be pulled apart. Not just damaged or weakened, but severed. If causality itself were cut, then the concept of healing would be rendered meaningless.

Max realized that mastery of a fifth level concept was insufficient to truly slice through the laws of causality protecting Mark. He required a deeper evolution of his understanding, something that transcended concepts entirely. This was the threshold of the Cosmic Path.

The Cosmic Path was not a topic discussed in the mortal realms, nor was it a power attainable through mere talent. It was a fundamental principle of the Divine Realm, a boundary that separated those who simply used laws from those who defined them.

Max had first learned of this truth from his master, not as a secret art, but as a fundamental reality of Cultivation. In the Divine Realm, once a cultivator elevated a concept to the fifth level, they reached a crossroads. From that point on, they could no longer depend on inherited knowledge or borrowed insights.

They were required to forge their own path—a direction that determined how their laws would evolve and eventually surpass the limitations of concepts. That chosen trajectory was the Cosmic Path.

A Cosmic Path was not a rigid formula; it was a manifestation of the cultivator's will, character, experiences, and core beliefs. It dictated how their law interacted with the universe and how the universe reacted in kind. Some paths were built on domination, others on destruction, creation, or balance, but every path was intensely personal.

Even if two cultivators mastered the same concept to the same level, their Cosmic Paths would never be the same. This was because a Cosmic Path was more than just power—it was an identity. It served as the answer to the ultimate question every true expert must eventually face:

What do you want your law to become?

This realization weighed heavily on Max. If he intended to walk the Cosmic Path of the Concept of Severing Sword, he could not simply think about cutting flesh or breaking defenses. He had to define what "severing" meant to his soul. Was it the severing of energy, of matter, or of existence itself? Was its purpose to end lives, end wars, or end inevitability?

The Concept of Severing already possessed terrifying potential, able to cleave through space, matter, and abstract bonds. To take it higher, Max had to refine its intent. He needed to mold it into a unique Cosmic Path that could one day sever causality, destiny, and the very chains that anchored gods to their thrones.

In the heat of his struggle against Mark, with the world's fate in the balance, Max understood that this path could not be discovered through quiet meditation. It would be tempered in the forge of conflict and through the unshakable resolve to cut away everything standing between him and his chosen goal.

He didn't need to fully master a Cosmic Path yet, nor did he need to name it. What he required was something simpler and far more lethal: a direction. He had to decide what his blade was meant to cut when faced with an enemy that could not be killed by normal means. As his sword swung down repeatedly, Mark evaded or blocked with chilling ease, yet every strike left permanent scars on the world. Distant mountains were split, oceans were carved into steaming chasms, and the sky cracked like glass whenever a blow missed its mark.

“One Sword All Conquered!” Max roared once more, his blade falling with absolute intent. Mark crossed his arms to block the strike directly, but the force of the impact sent him hurtling across the landscape like a falling star, gouging a trench thousands of kilometers long. Before the dust could settle, Max exhaled and released his full power. The fifth level Concept of Severing Sword exploded from his blade without restraint, tearing the surrounding space as if reality itself was failing.

Simultaneously, the fifth level Concept of Flames erupted, coiling black and crimson fire around him with tyrannical fury. The fifth level Concept of Ice spread out in a ghostly chill, freezing shockwaves and pinning debris in midair. Lightning crackled as the fifth level Concept of Thunder wreathed him in red and blue arcs, each bolt thundering with destructive authority. Finally, the fifth level Concept of Space descended like a silent cage, stabilizing the environment to prevent the world from collapsing under his sheer pressure. As these forces converged, the entire planet trembled as if it were on the brink of total annihilation.