Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1495 A Battle with Mother - 1

As the golden swords poured down towards him like a deadly shower, Max's Dimensional Sovereign Body froze rigidly in place.

Right when the cascade of shining blades started falling, his awareness heightened to an unbelievable level. He could sense every energy pulse in the atmosphere, every alteration in the swords' paths, and every wave of force rippling across the arena with crystal clarity.

Time appeared to stretch out around him while his thoughts dissected the horde of weapons charging at him.

In that fleeting instant, the vision of golden swords overwhelming the heavens evoked memories of his personal technique.

Previously, there existed an ability letting him call forth hundreds of luminous blue swords to plummet onto foes with devastating might. At its height, that skill was deemed a legendary rank one at level one hundred in the mortal realm. It served as a formidable power that ruled over fights between mortal cultivators.

But in the Divine Realm, such a method had lost all value.

The techniques acquired in the mortal realm were crafted under entirely distinct power principles. Regardless of their former grandeur, those powers now paled in comparison to the horrifying might present in the Divine Realm. The divide separating the realms proved far too immense.

A technique once at the summit of mortal cultivation held no significance whatsoever here.

Still, Max harbored no sorrow over this.

His current arsenal included far superior powers.

Suddenly, black flames ignited all around him.

The shadowy blaze exploded from his core like an escalating wave of ruin. The inferno roared upward fiercely and expanded over the combat zone with alarming ferocity. The sheer volume of black flames Max unleashed was staggering, sufficient to overshadow the golden glow approaching from overhead.

The blaze swiftly coalesced.

In mere seconds, the ferocious dark fire started solidifying into a gigantic figure.

An immense Black Tortoise Divine Beast materialized from the twisting black flames. Its massive frame looked sturdy and regal, with the dark blaze molding its robust shell and sturdy legs. The creature positioned itself solidly around Max, shielding him inside its safeguarding structure.

This technique was the inherited art called the Four Divine Beasts Manifestations.

Of all the forms in that inheritance, the Black Tortoise symbolized unbreakable protection.

Max remained composed in the heart of the divine beast, with the enormous fiery barrier encircling him like an unbreachable bastion.

Just then, the golden swords reached their target.

They slammed down in a torrent of glowing annihilation.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The clash of blades hitting the black tortoise echoed across the arena, sending shockwaves outward in all directions. Every golden sword bore tremendous force, but upon contacting the fiery barrier, none could breach its guard.

Certain swords bounced off due to the tortoise shell's overwhelming might.

Others got engulfed by the black flames instantly upon nearing the divine beast's domain.

The wild blaze consumed the golden swords' essence, dissolving them into dimming specks of glow.

Regardless of the number of blades dropping from the heavens, none succeeded in piercing the Black Tortoise Divine Beast's barrier crafted from Max's black flames.

Yet, precisely as the golden swords had plummeted and gotten halted by the Black Tortoise Divine Beast, Max detected an unusual shift.

Via his Dimensional Sovereign Body's insight, a line of force emerged afar. Unlike the golden swords that showered from the skies, this aura felt focused, piercing, and much more threatening.

A ray of golden light sped towards him.

The flash of brilliance sliced through the battlefield at horrifying velocity. It traveled so rapidly that the nearby space quaked fiercely as it pierced the atmosphere. The golden shimmer advanced like a godly lance targeted straight at Max's spot.

'This strike holds too much power,' Max grasped at once.

The burden borne by the ray surpassed by far the earlier golden swords. As soon as his awareness fixed on the assault, Max comprehended the frightful ruin concealed inside.

In that instant, an idea raced across his thoughts.

He recalled his mother gripping a bow.

'Thus, this stems from her bow's shot,' he determined right away.

Hesitation was impossible.

Max invoked the Four Divine Beasts Manifestation inheritance technique anew. On this occasion, he avoided summoning extra divine beasts. Rather, the encircling black flames compressed swiftly into an alternate shape.

A gigantic sword of furious black flames materialized next to the Black Tortoise Divine Beast.

The colossal edge emitted scorching heat and ruinous force. It stayed fixed alongside the tortoise's fiery barrier, as if the guarding beast formed the base for a mighty armament.

The golden ray pressed on with unrelenting drive.

Noticing the threat drawing near, Max directed the huge black sword born of his flames. The armament lifted skyward before cleaving down at the approaching light ray.

As the pair of energies met, the whole battlefield detonated.

BOOM!

A apocalyptic blast burst forth at the collision of the golden ray and the falling black sword. Black flames and golden brilliance smashed together savagely, unleashing a ruinous shockwave that swept the arena. The earth cracked under the strain, and the ambient air shook from the battle of rival forces.

For a few heartbeats, the blast stormed on like a whirlwind of doom. Golden glow and black flames intertwined as the power burst forth then gradually receded.

Once the fierce brilliance started waning, the battlefield slowly reemerged into view.

In the midst of the subsiding blast stood Max.

But solitude no longer defined him.

His mother had materialized at his side.

Golden light armor now sheathed her form, gleaming with holy splendor. The suit molded flawlessly to her shape and emanated the prestige of her Heavenly Luminance Sacred Bloodline. She clutched a blade forged wholly from matching golden brilliance.

The sword's edge rested squeezed between Max's clasped hands.

The point of the golden blade had glided through the tight gap of his palms, halting mere inches from his torso, its sharpness hovering perilously near his vital core.