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title: "Chapter 1137: Getting the inheritance of the Sword Saint!"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1143
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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The vision of the Sword Saint moved again, this time slower. The man turned halfway, revealing only the faint outline of his face, and then lifted his hand. The air before him shimmered as symbols appeared—ancient runes glowing faintly with divine brilliance.

As Max watched, the Sword Saint began to demonstrate once more, but this time, the movements were deliberate, distinct, and structured. Each swing of his sword carried purpose, leaving behind visible marks of light that slowly shaped themselves into a pattern of techniques.

[First move: Severing Formless Air] – The sword cut through emptiness itself, leaving behind a trail that devoured space.

[Second move: Severing the World’s Shadow] – The sword cleaved through all reflections and illusions, erasing everything that imitated existence.

[Third move: Severing Fate’s Thread] – The blade struck at invisible strands in the air, snapping them one by one, as though cutting destiny itself.

[Fourth move: Severing the Soul’s Echo] – A single thrust that pierced through sound, thought, and memory, leaving silence so absolute that even time refused to move.

[Fifth move: Severing the Heavens] – The final swing was beyond comprehension. It tore through everything—the sky, the stars, the very fabric of the world. It was not a strike of power but of transcendence.

Each movement etched itself into Max’s mind like fire. His eyes glowed faintly gold as he absorbed the inheritance fully. His breathing became slow and steady, his expression calm, yet his aura grew sharper by the second.

When the Sword Saint lowered his sword, his faint voice finally echoed across the space. "If your will does not waver... then the sword shall never dull. If your heart does not falter... then even the heavens can be severed."

The figure slowly turned to dust, and the world of light shattered around him.

Max’s vision cleared, and he was back in the graveyard of swords. The hum that had filled the air moments ago now faded into complete stillness. The black sword before him no longer shone—it stood silently, its purpose fulfilled.

He exhaled slowly, feeling the new sword intent flowing through him. The Severing Sword had evolved within him, its concept rising from the third level to the fourth. His aura now carried a faint, invisible sharpness that seemed to make even the air tremble.

"Severing the Intangible..." Max whispered to himself. "And the Five Severing Forms..." He began moving his sword in five different ways as saw the Sword Saint moving his sword. It felt different to him when he moved his sword like him, when he performed his five sword moves.

"I have only learned the form because it’s etched into my memory and I have yet to master them." Max muttered in understanding as he finally came to pause.

"You actually learned it, Max!" Blob’s voice rang in his mind, filled with excitement. "Your Concept of Severing Sword has reached 4th level. Just one step away from reaching the pinnacle of the mortal realm. And it seems you have also learned a part of his inheritance. This is a very big opportunity for you Max. You have to cherish it well."

Max smiled faintly, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "I know and I’ll master all five of them. No matter how long it takes."

He turned away from the black sword, his figure moving through the silent graveyard. The countless swords buried in the ground began to hum faintly once again, this time not in mourning but in acknowledgment—as if saluting a successor.

And as he walked away, the faint echo of the Sword Saint’s words lingered in his mind.

"If your will does not waver... then even the heavens can be severed."

As Max stepped out of the Tomb of the Sword Saint, the world around him began to shift. The countless swords that had once stood proudly across the vast graveyard started to blur. Their sharp outlines faded, their metallic gleam dimmed, and within moments they dissolved into streams of faint light.

The air trembled softly as the last remnants of sword aura dispersed, leaving behind only silence and an empty plain. It was as if the entire graveyard had never existed, as though it had only been an illusion formed by the will of the Sword Saint himself.

The black soil beneath Max’s feet turned back to its natural color, and the faint metallic scent in the air disappeared. The oppressive atmosphere that had surrounded the place lifted completely. It felt almost unreal how quickly everything faded into nothingness, like a dream ending at dawn.

Max turned slightly, looking back at the empty space where the tomb once stood. For a brief moment, he thought he saw faint lights flicker in the air, shaped like sword marks vanishing into the horizon. He remained silent, his expression calm, but deep within his eyes, there was a trace of respect.

What he had witnessed inside that graveyard was something beyond comprehension. The presence of the Sword Saint, the brilliance of the five severing forms, and the feeling of standing before the purest sword will in existence—it was something he would never forget.

A faint, excited voice broke the silence in his mind. "It seems only you were able to access the Tomb of the Sword Saint in this secret domain," Blob said. His tone carried both admiration and curiosity. "No one else would have been able to step inside it. You could enter because of your previous encounter with it back in the Tower of Truth. That connection was recognized by the Sword Saint’s lingering will."

Max’s gaze remained fixed on the empty horizon as he listened. "So, it wasn’t coincidence," he said quietly.

"Not at all," Blob replied. "You were fated to come here. The Tower of Truth was the beginning. It tested your heart, your intent, and your resolve to walk the path of severance. This tomb, the second one, was meant to strengthen your understanding and lead you further along that path. It’s almost as if the Sword Saint himself wants you to complete what he started."

Max was silent for a long moment. The faint breeze that swept across the plains carried away the last traces of sword intent from the illusionary graveyard. "Fate..." he muttered finally. "I never cared for that word before, but perhaps you’re right."

Blob’s tone grew thoughtful. "The Sword Saint didn’t leave behind random tombs, Max. Each one was built in a different corner of the universe, each containing a piece of his will and his teachings. Those who can access even one are already considered chosen. You have entered two of them now. That alone says something about your destiny."

Max’s expression remained calm, but a flicker of determination crossed his eyes. He tightened his grip on his sword as he walked away from the fading illusion. "Then I’ll find the rest," he said quietly. "If the Sword Saint scattered his tombs across the universe, then somewhere among them lies the true secret of the sword. I’ll find them all... and master everything he left behind."

Blob chuckled softly, his tone filled with pride. "That’s the spirit I like to hear. But remember, each tomb won’t be as kind as this one. The later ones will test more than your strength or comprehension—they’ll test your soul, your will to sever everything, even the ties that hold your heart."

Max didn’t reply immediately. He looked at his sword, its surface gleaming faintly with the aura of his new understanding. The fourth level of the Severing Sword had given it a silent, ethereal sharpness that made even the air tremble when it moved. "If that’s what it takes," he said after a long pause, "then so be it."

As he continued walking, the sky above grew brighter, and the scenery of the inner region began to reappear. The illusion of the tomb was now gone completely, replaced by the shifting, crystalline plains that filled this part of the secret domain.

To anyone else, it would have seemed like he had walked through an ordinary patch of land—but Max knew better. He had just walked out of a place that existed beyond time and space, a place that answered only to those chosen by the sword itself.

"Fate or not," Max said quietly, his tone calm but resolute. "I will carve my own path, just as he did."𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Blob hummed in approval. "That’s exactly what the Sword Saint would have said."

Max glanced once more at the horizon where the graveyard had vanished before walking ahead.