Chapter 1: Exile Children------That day, Valir Village will celebrate the energy purification festival - annual celebrations in which every fifteen -year -old child will be tested: whether they have an energy core, cores that will determine their destiny in the cultivation world. For village children, that day was the beginning. But for Kael, it was the end of the remaining hope. He stood still behind the temple hall, avoiding the crowd. The shabby robe he was wearing almost torn on the edge, and the only skin belt inherited from his adopted father had begun to peel. His dark gray eyes stared flatly at the children who were cheering in the court, braging at each other they did not have. Orin, a temple guard who was as old as moss on a river stone, approached him slowly. "You came too," murmured Orin, his voice was hoarse but warm. Kael just nodded. He didn't know why he still came. Maybe just because of curious, or because of thin hopes that still depend on the end of his consc

He looked at the sword closer. There is no inscription, no symbol. But his eyes were fixed on a small crack in the stone where the sword was stuck. The crack was throbbing - like a heartbeat. His hands raised slowly. He doesn't know why. There is no reason to touch it. But his fingers moved alone. When the skin touches the sword handle, the whole world seems to stop. Wuuuussshhh! A shadow explosion exploded from the altar. The wind screamed. Kael was thrown a few steps back, his chest hit the stone. He fell, his body trembled. From the altar, black smoke rises slowly. From behind the smoke ... a shadow was formed. Like humans, but not completely. His body was slim, tall, wrapped in a sparkling torn robe like a night liquid. His eyes ... two red light light. Kael tried to get up. But his body could not be moved. The shadow looked at him. "You ... touch me ..."His voice is like a deep metal hum. Kael swallowed hard. "Who are you?""I am a shadow of blood and destruction. I am

His hands clenched. The faint black energy infiltrated his finger, forming a fine line like plant roots. "Calm down," whispered the voice of Shadowblade which was now tucked on his back. "You're not the time to express everything. Let them take you as a ghost ... or a nightmare."Kael stepped into the village. It didn't take long until the sound of his steps attracted attention. A young guard at the outer gate turned his head, then his body stiffened. "Si - who ... you?" he asked trembling. Kael did not answer. He just stepped closer, slowly, with a definite step. Every step is to make a sound that is like raising the ground. The guard took a step back, then two, before finally dropping his spear and ran to the village. Screams broke out:"Ghost! Ghost from a black cliff!"Kael gave a slanted smile. "They can't even recognize the children they throw away," he murmured softly. The village was chaotic. Residents run around. Some closed the door of the house, the others peeked fro

They have not been far from the outskirts of the village when a loud scream breaks the silence of the morning. "Help! help!"Without thinking, Kael ran towards the sound. Aria followed him, not saying anything. In the middle of the field overgrown with weeds as high as chest, a boy fell, his body was covered in small wounds. In front of him, a dark skin creature stands bent. His body is like a wolf, but twice as big as a bright red eyes and sharp fangs dripping saliva. Kael stopped. His eyes immediately turned sharp. His left hand grabbed Shadowblade, but had not had time to pull him, Aria's voice sounded soft but firmly behind him. "Calm down. You don't know your limits yet."Kael gritted his teeth. "If I don't act, the child dies."Aria just silent. He knew Kael could not be prevented. With a short scream, Kael darted. He swung his sword, but the creature was quite nimble. The large claws grabbed, scratching Kael's chest until the blood was pouring down. But Kael did not retrea

Every second feels like an hour. Three dolls are after her. Their movements are random, but hard and destroying. Kael could not keep avoiding, so he learned to hold back. Adjust the position of the body. Rotate when hit so that the collision is spread. Sweat flooded his face. Blood flows from the lips and temples. But his eyes remained burning - lap and firmly. On the edge of the arena, Aria Moonveil watched from afar, standing on a small tower with several sect elders. His gaze was fixed only on Kael. "The child has not touched the stage of core formation, but his endurance is extraordinary," whispered one of the elders. Aria did not answer. But he saw the way Kael fell, then rose again. The way he holds the blow cleverly, sacrificing the body that is not vital. It's not just surviving. That ... adaptation. Time continues to beat. Some participants have fallen, rolling out of the arena while crying or fainting. There are only seven people left. And Kael is still standing. His