Chapter 654: Sky Shattering Invincible Sword

"Concept of Invincible Sword is a very strong sword concept," Max muttered to himself, his expression gradually turning solemn, his brows slightly furrowed as he stared at the now-silent broken sword resting on his knees.

The weight of what he had just experienced still lingered in his chest like an echo. He had seen and felt the overwhelming presence of that phantom swordsman, whose sword art wasn’t simply flawless—it was absolute. Undefeatable. Unshakable.

That concept didn’t try to cut through obstacles—it simply ignored them. It was the belief, the certainty, that the sword would never lose. And to think—such a concept had been buried inside this broken sword all along.

Max’s thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the Tomb of the Sword Saint. He had chosen the Concept of Severing Sword there, drawn by its clean, absolute nature—the idea that nothing could resist a sword meant to severe all things.

But now, faced with the Concept of Invincible Sword, he realized how difficult the choice might have been if both had stood before him back then.

One sword aimed to cleave everything in existence. The other aimed to never be defeated, never yield. One pursued pure destructive sharpness, the other carried unwavering dominance.

Max didn’t know what he would’ve chosen—but right now, he had no regrets. His Concept of Severing Sword had reached a new height because of what he learned from Invincibility.

And still, he could feel a strange yearning from within his soul, as if something inside him wanted to grasp both—to sever all things and never be stopped.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Maybe one day.

"Now let’s see the legacy behind the broken sword," Max muttered, his eyes narrowing with anticipation.

He slowly lifted the blade, his fingers tightening around its hilt as he infused it with his newly comprehended level 2 Severing Sword Concept. The moment his intent flowed into the sword, a subtle hum echoed from within, and then—crack!—something invisible broke.

It wasn’t the sword, but the final fragment of the seal left on it. A deep pulse reverberated through the chamber like the heartbeat of a long-dead warrior awakening once more.

In the next instant, the broken sword began to tremble violently in Max’s grasp. It wasn’t just shaking—it was thrumming with a presence, raw and powerful, a sword aura so fierce that even Max had to activate his draconic essence just to hold it steady.

Sparks danced along its edge, the broken tip hissing with phantom energy, as if the very air around the sword couldn’t bear its existence. Then, a flood of sword intent surged outward, sweeping through the chamber like a wave of sharp wind.

The runes carved deep into the floor lit up with radiant light, and before Max, a figure began to form—a silhouette carved of sword aura, tall and straight, holding a long sword that shimmered like the sky tearing itself apart.

The figure raised its weapon in salute, and a voice—calm, regal, yet brimming with invincible pride—echoed in the room. "If you are reading this, then you have awakened the final legacy I left behind. I am the one who walked the path of undefeated sharpness, who carved open the heavens and shattered the firmament with a single sword. My legacy... is the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art."

Max’s heart pounded. The pressure in the room surged as countless sword marks scarred the air.

And in the very next moment, Max’s mind was flooded with a stream of divine information—like a gate had burst open inside his consciousness. It was not words or language, but pure, unfiltered sword intent that carved itself into the depths of his soul.

His body stiffened slightly as the knowledge etched itself into his being, and slowly, the structure of the legacy revealed itself before his inner eyes.

Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art.

There were four sword moves—each one more domineering, more absolute, more heaven-shattering than the one before.

The first was Unyielding Sword Will, a foundational strike that embodied the essence of never backing down, no matter how strong the opponent. It wasn’t just a move—it was a declaration of one’s will to cut forward regardless of the heavens’ wrath.

But what startled Max was the requirement: one needed to have at least a 2nd level Sword Concept to even comprehend and use it properly.

Then came the second move—Heaven Defying Slash. The name alone caused Max’s heart to beat faster. This technique, far beyond the first, was a direct challenge to the natural order.

It required 3rd level Sword Concept, and the image in Max’s mind showed a single slash tearing through mountains and skies alike, splitting celestial clouds with ease. Just imagining its form sent a chill down his spine.

The third technique was Invincible Sword Domain—not merely a strike, but a world in itself. A domain that, once unleashed, would suppress every other domain and aura within its bounds. In that realm, the user’s sword was absolute. It needed 4th level Sword Concept to even begin forming its edge.

And finally, the last move... Max’s breath caught.

One Sword – All Conquered.

A single move that stood atop the pinnacle. No tricks. No flourishes. No unnecessary power-ups. Just one swing—and the world would kneel. It required the fabled 5th level Sword Concept—a realm Max had never even heard anyone reach. A realm spoken of in legends and half-believed myths. But here it was, in front of him, contained within a broken sword and bound by legacy.

He opened his eyes, heart thundering with awe. If even the first move demanded a level 2 concept, then this was no ordinary sword art.

This was the inheritance of a true Sword Immortal—a being who once looked down on the world and challenged all creation with nothing but a blade in hand.

"This sword art is too strong!" Max muttered, his voice trembling with excitement as he stared at the glowing broken sword in his hands. The sheer might and potential contained in the Sky Shattering Invincible Sword Art was beyond anything he had ever come across.

Each technique demanded an absurd level of sword comprehension, each one carrying the weight of absolute dominance.

But as excited as he was, Max also knew the brutal truth—he couldn’t use it. Not in its original form. The entire art was forged from the Concept of Invincible Sword, a concept so rare and profound that just attempting to comprehend it would take decades for most, and Max already had his hands full.

He was deep into three other concepts—Space, Lightning, and Flames—and each of them was already pushing the limits of his comprehension speed, even with all his cheats and advantages. Trying to pick up another, especially something as difficult as the Invincible Sword, would only slow his progress in everything else.

Besides, Max simply didn’t want to follow the path of invincible sword. He had already invested too much into the way of severing sword and he believed sticking to one sword path would give him much more benefits than trying to dabble in two of them.

But there was another way.

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