"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.
