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title: "Chapter 705: Training the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art"
slug: "ch-711"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 711
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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"I will first train in the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art," Max muttered to himself as he stood in the Dimension of Time, the air around him calm and silent, the flow of time already slowed to give him the advantage of endless hours in mere moments.

With a thought, he summoned his blue dragon sword—its cold steel gleaming under the ethereal light of the timeless space. The blade pulsed faintly in his grip, responding to the battle aura still lingering in his veins.

He took a slow breath and entered a stance, preparing himself not for combat, but for understanding.

Until now, Max had made decent progress in integrating the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art with his personal Concept of Severing Sword. He had managed to graft the invincible aura of the sword art onto his own severing concept, creating something unique—an edge that not only cut but resisted being cut, giving it a sense of absolute dominance.

However, even as the fusion gave him results, Max knew deep down this wasn’t what he truly sought. He didn’t want to attach invincibility to his severing sword; he wanted to replace the invincibility altogether.

The path of invincibility was not his own. What he truly desired was to make the severing sword the heart of this profound art. He wanted to reform the sword technique—to take its core principle and overwrite it with his own path, where severing everything, even concepts themselves, would be the foundation of power.

That was the problem. The original sword art had been built on the Invincible Sword Concept, a level of intent and understanding that Max simply hadn’t yet mastered.

Trying to walk that road was like heading toward a destination his instincts rejected. It felt forced—like dragging a mountain behind him. Max wasn’t one to waste time trying to mimic a concept he didn’t resonate with.

But still, he had made some headway. By forcing the invincible edge to cling to his severing intent, he had created a temporary solution—something that could hold in battle, even if it didn’t reach the sword art’s full potential.

That alone was worth recognizing. Still, his goal was beyond that. He now needed to find a way to integrate the second part of the sword art into his severing sword path.

If he could do that... if he could fully rewrite even just the first move of the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art into something that resonated with his own path, then he could finally unleash the move known as Unyielding Sword Will.

That technique alone was said to embody the absolute presence of a sword that could not be stopped, bent, or denied—a sword that defied reality.

And if Max could make that sword sever reality instead of resisting it... then his strength would rise to an entirely new level.

"I should start by practicing the first move and then breaking it apart," Max muttered to himself as he stood at the center of his Dimension of Time, the atmosphere around him serene yet tense, as if the space itself understood the importance of what he was about to do.

His sword hung steady in his grip, the edge gleaming with silent anticipation. Without wasting another thought, he began moving through the form of the first technique of the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art—Unyielding Sword Will.

The motion was smooth, precise, each step and swing echoing the intent of the original creator: to embody a sword so resolute that nothing could stand before it.

Max moved again and again, letting the energy flow, feeling the invincible essence wrap around the technique—but that wasn’t what he wanted.

Each time he completed the form, he paused, not in satisfaction, but in contemplation. He wasn’t just practicing—he was dismantling. Deconstructing. Studying the inner skeleton of the sword art, stripping away the parts that didn’t resonate with him and isolating what he could adapt to his own path.

Time flowed differently here, and Max took full advantage of it. One hour outside stretched into year, and before he realized it, an entire week had passed in this space.

Seven days of tireless dedication, where he did nothing—absolutely nothing—except immerse himself in the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art. He didn’t train his flames, didn’t meditate on his other concepts, didn’t explore his other inheritances. He simply focused, entirely and unrelentingly, on this one thing.

His body ached, his mind pulsed with fatigue, and sweat often soaked his back, but none of it mattered. All that mattered was the path in front of him.𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

And through this unyielding repetition and dissection, he slowly began to feel it—the cracks in the invincible concept widening, making room for his severing sword.

It wasn’t perfect yet. But progress had begun. And Max knew it was only a matter of time before the sword art no longer belonged to its original form... but to him.

"I’m close... I’m very close to making the first move willed solely by the severing concept and not the invincible concept," Max muttered under his breath, eyes narrowed with the kind of intensity only born from days of relentless, focused training.

His grip on the sword relaxed as he finally exited the Dimension of Time, his steps steady, but his mind still echoing with the sword forms he had practiced over and over again.

He knew it—he could feel it. The edge of breakthrough was near. The Unyielding Sword Will, once built upon the foundation of invincibility, was now bending, reshaping itself around his own severing concept. It wasn’t complete yet, but the difference was clear.

The sword no longer resisted—it severed. The sword no longer withstood—it cut through.

After such intense practice, Max allowed himself a moment of calm. He went to take a long bath, the steam rising around him as he refreshed his aching body. His muscles, though hardened by cultivation and resilience, were sore in that particular way only soul-deep comprehension training could cause.

After washing off the exhaustion, he dressed simply and headed toward another part of his inner world—the Dimension of Lightning.