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title: "Chapter 1374: Legacy of the Sword Sovereign"
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novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 1381
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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The sword continued to tremble in Max’s grasp as his feet touched the floor of the Treasure Pavilion, its golden blade releasing a fierce and domineering sword aura that felt alive. The aura spread outward in waves, sharp and resolute, carrying an ancient will that refused to be subdued.

The moment it surged forth, every other weapon within the pavilion reacted as though facing a natural predator. Blades rattled, spears quivered, and even sealed weapons hidden deeper within the hall resonated faintly in response.

The few disciples present instinctively took a step back, their expressions tightening as the pressure washed over them, while even Elder Soren felt his breath grow heavier under the weight of that presence.𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Only Max truly understood what that trembling meant.

"Golden Battle Sword, Dragonheart," Max muttered softly, his voice calm yet filled with certainty. The sword was not merely reacting. It was speaking to him in the only language it knew, revealing its name through its fierce aura and unwavering intent. Dragonheart. A name that carried pride, defiance, and the echo of countless battles fought against overwhelming odds.

"This sword..." Elder Soren whispered, his composure finally breaking. Shock filled his eyes as he stared at the blade in Max’s hand. In his thousands of years of guarding the Treasure Pavilion, he had never believed that anyone, let alone a newly joined disciple, would be able to claim the weapon resting at the peak of the ninth layer. What he was witnessing shattered long held assumptions and overturned centuries of quiet certainty.

"Elder Soren, do you know about this sword?" Max asked, noticing the drastic change in the elder’s expression.

"I know some things," Elder Soren replied solemnly, his gaze never leaving Dragonheart. "If my memory serves me right, this sword once belonged to Dragonheart Sword Sovereign. He was a legendary figure, once acknowledged as the strongest sword master of his era within the Divine Realm. His comprehension of the sword had reached a terrifying height, so close to the elusive realm of the Sword Saint that many believed his ascension was inevitable. Yet in the end, he fell short of that realm by the smallest margin."

Elder Soren paused, as though recalling something buried deep within time. "After that, Dragonheart Sword Sovereign vanished from the public eye. No one knows where he went or what path he chose afterward. Some say he secluded himself to pursue a higher truth, while others believe he abandoned the sword entirely. The only thing that is certain is that long ago, he personally delivered this sword to the Black Dragon Palace."

He continued, his voice carrying a trace of reverence. "He left behind only one condition. This sword was not to be inherited by elders or established experts. It was to be claimed only by someone from the younger generation, someone whose will and potential resonated with the sword itself. For thousands of years, this blade remained untouched, rejecting every disciple who dared to reach for it, no matter how talented or powerful they were."

Elder Soren finally looked at Max, his eyes filled with a complex mixture of awe and disbelief. "And yet, after all this time, you are the one it chose. You are the first person to take Dragonheart away from this pavilion."

"This sword has such a legacy behind it?" Max muttered as he looked down at the golden blade in his hand. The weight he felt was no longer just physical but something far deeper, as though history itself rested against his palm.

Only now did he truly understand why the sword had hesitated earlier, why it had tested his will instead of yielding easily. Dragonheart had once belonged to a Sword Sovereign, not merely a strong cultivator but the strongest sword master of the Divine Realm in his era, someone who had stood at the very edge of the Sword Saint realm.

Compared to such a figure, Max knew that his current self was still lacking, and the sword had sensed that gap clearly.

"Damn, Max really got that sword," Carl said in a shaken voice, his gaze fixed on Dragonheart with unconcealed disbelief. "From this moment onward, his days of peace in the Divine Realm are over."

"I understand exactly what you mean," Laura replied as she slowly nodded, her expression turning grave. "There are countless sword geniuses spread across the Divine Realm who have admired the legacy of Dragonheart Sword Sovereign for generations. Many of them dreamed of inheriting his sword, but none could even attempt it because the weapon was sealed within the Black Dragon Palace. Now that it has been taken by a disciple of the palace, and a newly joined outer disciple at that, the news alone will drive those sword cultivators into madness."

Carl let out a long sigh as the implications became clearer in his mind. "Once this spreads, I can already imagine half of the Black Dragon Palace disciples issuing challenges to Max, not even counting the outsiders who will look for any excuse to provoke him."

Max heard their words clearly, yet he did not allow them to stir his heart. His gaze remained steady as he turned toward Elder Soren, the golden sword still held firmly in his hand. "The sword is mine now, right?" he asked calmly, his tone carrying neither doubt nor hesitation.

Elder Soren nodded without the slightest pause. "It is yours. This sword is at least a low immortal tier weapon so keep it safe kid."

A faint smile appeared on Max’s face at that confirmation. He tightened his grip around Dragonheart, feeling its aura slowly settle as though acknowledging his resolve. Whatever storms this sword would bring in the future, Max accepted them without regret.

"Now I want a cultivation art," Max said as he turned his attention away from the sword and toward Elder Soren.

"Hm," Elder Soren hummed softly before nodding. "What type of cultivation art do you need?"

"What type?" Max repeated, falling silent for a brief moment as he organized his thoughts. His gaze drifted instinctively toward the vast Treasure Hall around them, but what he was truly looking at was something far deeper, the structure of his own power. "I want something that can help me control fire, ice, lightning, space, and other elements together, not separately, but in harmony."