Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1376 A sword art suitable for his Cosmic Path

"Come. Let us head to the Battle Arts section," Elder Soren declared, spinning around to guide Max and the group further into the Treasure Hall.

During their advance, Max swiftly noted how this area resembled the cultivation arts zone in appearance, but the vibe it radiated was entirely distinct. Myriad jade slips and timeworn manuals drifted silently inside transparent light enclosures, organized in stacked patterns that reached deep across the hall. Yet, in opposition to the peaceful and stable energy released by cultivation techniques, the essence here came across as keen, combative, and unsettled. Even prior to contact, Max perceived murderous aura, fighting spirit, and hints of brutal laws hovering near these battle arts, as though every one had been shaped amid endless fights for life and death.

"This area holds Battle Arts," Elder Soren explained, catching Max's intent stare. "They differ from cultivation arts and stand apart from the skills employed in the mortal realms as well."

He eased his stride and went on with his description. "In the mortal realms, skills mostly serve as ways to channel basic energy. They depend on directing mana through set routes to generate outcomes like blade beams, nature-based attacks, or physical enhancements. Such skills work fine inside the mortal world's boundaries, but they miss true substance. They fail to engage the principles that rule reality."

Elder Soren waved subtly at the hovering manuals nearby. "Battle Arts within the Divine Realm operate on a whole other level. They emerge from principles, ideas, and deep insights. Each Battle Art in this place embodies a cultivator's grasp of the universe, be it blade essence, nature principles, space, ruin, or endless other routes. When practicing a Battle Art, you're not just figuring out energy flow. You're discovering how to convey your insight into the idea via battle."

He shot Max a piercing look. "That's why Battle Arts advance with the cultivator. A mortal skill hits its ceiling fast, but a genuine Divine Realm Battle Art can transform as your insight grows. The firmer your hold on the principles, the more fearsome that same Battle Art turns out in your control."

From the rear, Carl and Laura absorbed the words in silence, both grasping the weight of Elder Soren's lesson. They themselves had devoted years to honing their Battle Arts, but even so, they hadn't tapped their full power yet.

"Especially for blade cultivators," Elder Soren went on, "Battle Arts go beyond mere assault methods. They shape your journey. Picking a weak one will limit your progress and clash with your blade essence. The right one will harmonize with your insight and boost it, letting you battle well beyond your level."

He halted at the section's boundary and regarded Max with composure. "Take your time in this spot. Select carefully. The Battle Art you pick now could decide just how far your blade reaches in the Divine Realm."

Max gave a nod and ventured into the ocean of suspended battle arts, his eyes steady but attentive as he progressed gradually. The instant he reached the blade arts zone, numerous piercing energies grazed his awareness, each bearing its own unique drive.

Certain ones pulsed with ferocity and dominance, some chilled with mercilessness, while others stayed serene but piercing without end. Every blade art in this space symbolized a unique route, a distinct conviction, and a separate fate for its practitioners.

He avoided haste. Selecting a blade art in the Divine Realm wasn't akin to grabbing a skill in the mortal world. This decision would stick with him for ages and might even mold the core of his blade journey. Max shut his eyes for a moment and extended his awareness, permitting his blade essence to vibrate openly. He wasn't relying solely on sight anymore. He was tuning in with his determination, seeking what matched the route he had already set.

'My route is the Emotion Severing Cosmic Path,' Max reflected firmly. 'A blade that slices feelings, breaks bonds, and flows in unity with the immense and impartial cosmos.'

With that idea taking root, numerous blade arts nearby started to seem mismatched. Those brimming with anger, bloodshed, or intense fervor pushed back against him on instinct. Blade arts stressing wrath, murderous aura, or feeling enhancement collided harshly with his blade essence.

Even particular serene and refined blade arts seemed lacking, as though they clung too much to worldly feelings and missed the infinite separation required by his Cosmic Path.

Next, as he pushed further into the hall, his steps grew measured.

In front of him hovered a jade slip giving off a barely noticeable presence. It lacked aggression or flashiness. Rather, it conveyed immensity and remoteness, akin to a quiet star expanse expanding forever into emptiness. The blade essence inside felt icy, peaceful, and final, holding a notion of division that transcended body and substance. It wasn't a blade art designed for slaying driven by hate or want. It was a blade art that divided simply because division was certain.

A faint stir touched Max's core.

As his hand reached for the jade slip, the surroundings appeared to hush. The remaining blade arts receded into obscurity, as if yielding to a greater force. Bursts of understanding surged into his thoughts the second his fingertips met the enclosing light cube.

High Saint Tier Sword Art. Name: Void Severing Star Scripture.

Visions overwhelmed his mind. A blade traversing the emptiness of space, dividing stars, slicing across time, feeling, and cause in equal measure. Every motion proved precise and total, resulting in utter quiet.

The heart of this blade art lay not in strength by itself, but in separation. The greater the emotions one divided, the keener the blade grew. The nearer one's spirit approached the cosmos's calm, the better the edge would sync with universal principles.

Max breathed out steadily.

This was the one.

This blade art didn't require him to cast off all feelings outright, nor did it push him toward senseless cruelty. Instead, it showed him how to rise beyond feelings during blade use, to divide free of doubt, sorrow, or unrest. It aligned flawlessly with his Emotion Severing Cosmic Path, enhancing it without holding it back.

Elder Soren, observing from afar in quiet, tightened his gaze upon detecting the ripple. Upon spotting the jade slip Max selected, his face showed clear change.

"That particular one," Elder Soren murmured, evidently taken aback. "Void Severing Star Scripture. A high Saint Tier sword art that scarce few attempt to practice."

Carl and Laura both tensed at the title. They too had caught whispers of that blade art, a route calling for utmost mental purity and steadfast commitment.

"It isn't a blade art centered on murderous aura or raw might," Elder Soren pressed on gravely. "It divides feelings, ideas, and ties even as it strikes the foe. Plenty who tried practicing it ended up adrift, turning into hollow husks or quitting the route entirely."

Max gripped the jade slip firmly, his face composed and resolute. "It fits me."

Elder Soren examined him at length before inclining his head gradually. "If so, then this blade art belongs to you."

Having secured the cultivation art and the battle art, Max sensed an odd wholeness fill him. The Primordial Elements Scripture would form the base of his practice, while the Void Severing Star Scripture would guide his blade along the Cosmic Path.

Paired with the Dragonheart blade in his grasp, Max could already glimpse the form of a daunting destiny starting to emerge.

'Nice.' He mused inwardly.

"Excellent. With the three items from the Treasure Hall now selected, we should escort you to your quarters," Carl stated with a grin, obviously pleased by the developments thus far.

Max agreed with a nod and tucked away the cultivation art and sword art securely before placing the Dragonheart blade by his hip. As he exited the Treasure Hall, subtle stares still clung to him, some brimming with interest, others with doubt, and a handful veiled in avarice.

He paid none any mind. By now, he had come to terms with drawing notice everywhere in the Black Dragon Palace.

Carl took the lead, his gait relaxed yet deliberate, as Laura trailed a bit behind Max, her gaze now and then flicking to the golden blade at his waist before snapping back ahead.

Catching this, Max placed Dragonheart into his storage space.

The party traversed wide stone walkways linking various palace parts, each lane flanked by massive dark edifices etched with dragon designs. Dark fires flickered wordlessly on aged columns, casting a subdued and grave light that lent the whole area a heavy but grand feel.

As they drew away from the Treasure Hall, the environment shifted bit by bit. The bustle of students and steady activity near supply zones died down, giving way to calmer paths and neater settings.

"This marks the living district of the 33rd Hall," Carl noted as they pressed on. "Every Hall features its dedicated lodgings, practice fields, and small cultivation spots."

Max took in the sights without a word, his awareness alert. The structures here avoided excess opulence, yet each dwelling offered ample room and sturdiness, constructed from stuff able to endure fierce bursts of fire essence. Practice yards dotted the spaces among homes, certain ones bearing profound scratch traces that still pulsed with faint essence after ages.

Before long, they reached a huge stone entrance carved with thirty-three scratch lines in a round array. In the pattern's midst, a single scratch line gleamed a touch more vividly than the others.

Carl paused and faced Max. "This serves as the housing zone tied to the 33rd Hall. Being an outer disciple, you'll dwell in the outer lodging section linked to the hall. From this point, duties, practice, and tasks will all proceed as needed."

Laura dipped her head slightly. "Don't dismiss this location lightly. Countless outer disciples yearn to reside here without success. The 33rd Hall might seem subdued, but the rivalry within outstrips most spots in the palace."

Max gazed at the lines of homes extending onward, each resembling a still blade poised for action. He experienced no strain, just a firm determination building inside. This stood as just the beginning. From this base, he would hone himself steadily, stride by stride, until the Black Dragon Palace could no longer overlook him.

Carl offered a subtle smile while motioning ahead. "Follow along. I'll show you to your designated quarters."