2025-07-28 20:50:27The Eldravan Empire. Thornreach County.
Deep inside a long-sealed chamber of the once-mighty House Hanwynn palace, a scream shattered the stillness.
Kaelen Viremont jolted upright, gasping, eyes wide with terror.
“Where… where am I?” His voice trembled as he took in the dimly lit room. Ornate furnishings surrounded him—elegant, alien. Confusion twisted his features.
“Wasn’t I dead? What is this place?”
Then, like a floodgate opening, alien memories surged through his mind. Vivid. Unstoppable. He clutched his head as the torrent consumed him. Moments later, his breath evened out. His gaze sharpened.
“I… I’ve been reborn?”
“And it’s… three thousand years in the future?” The words barely left his lips before disbelief shook them.
He frowned. “How can I even be sure? These memories… foreign, yet carved into my soul.”
Once, in another life, Kaelen had been the crown prince of the Empire of Creation—a divine empire ruling the Spirit Realm with unmatched might.
But fate had cursed him. Born under a doomed star, his life had been short, shackled by a divine curse.
To save him, his father—the revered Divine Emperor—had risked everything. He ventured alone into the forbidden Above the Firmament and retrieved the mythical Golden Divine Pill, said to grant longevity beyond the sun and moon.
Kaelen remembered that day vividly. His father, bloodied and tattered, was collapsing at the palace gates.
“This pill…” he whispered, placing it into Kaelen’s trembling hands. “…will let you live as long as the heavens.”
Hope flickered. Then chaos.
Traitors stormed the imperial palace. Minister Theron Malgrave—the empire’s most trusted—betrayed the throne. Blood soaked the halls. Even his father’s unmatched cultivation couldn’t stop it.
Kaelen was killed.
But in his final moments, he swallowed the Golden Divine Pill. Even in death, the sacred relic would not fall into enemy hands.
And now… he had awakened. In a new world.
Kaelen rose slowly, staggering toward a bronze mirror. The face staring back was young, unfamiliar, yet regal. Proud. Determined.
Fragments of his original memories drifted through his mind. He had been reborn on the Velarion Continent, far from the Spirit Realm. Yet somehow, no trace of that realm remained.
“Are these two different worlds?” he whispered. “Or… another layer of the same universe?”
One truth blazed in his chest: I am alive.
“I’ve been given a second chance. That means… Hope still exists.”
Three thousand years. Everything he once knew might be gone. But his enemies may live. And so might his father.
His eyes burned with resolve.
“Theron may have taken the throne… but he didn’t kill my father. He couldn’t. I will return to the Spirit Realm. And the empire stolen from me… I will reclaim it.”
A vow, forged in pain, settled deep in his soul.
This time, his cursed body was gone. He had a future. A chance to grow stronger.
Then he sensed it.
The Golden Divine Pill, floating silently within his consciousness. Untouched. Brimming with celestial energy. Not just divine—it was destiny itself.
Kaelen now lived in Ebonvale Prefecture, a remote corner of the Great Eldravan Empire. Adopted seventeen years ago by House Hanwynn, a minor martial family, he had grown up a servant—beaten, mocked, and humiliated by the noble sons.
A sharp pain flared as he lifted his robe. Bruises and scars—blue, black, purple—marred his skin.
His jaw clenched. No memory was needed to know who had done this.
The noble sons of House Hanwynn—spoiled, cruel, thinking themselves gods among men.
But now…
“I’ve taken over this life,” he whispered. “From this moment, no one steps on me again.”
He sat cross-legged on the cold floor, circulating the Creation Divine Technique—a cultivation method from his former life. Golden energy surged through his meridians, pure, unstoppable. This was no ordinary cultivation. This was divine.
“Father said this technique holds secrets even he couldn’t unravel…”
Suddenly, the golden pill in his mind trembled.
Boom!
A burst of radiant energy erupted, flooding his spiritual core. In a single instant, Kaelen broke through—from ordinary human to the First Stage of the True Martial Realm.
Stunned, he realized the pill held oceans of spiritual energy—vast, eternal, infinite.
“No doubt about it,” he breathed. “This isn’t just any relic… It’s the legacy of the heavens.”
Strength surged through his limbs. Clan rules dictated he was now eligible for recognition at the ancestral hall—and for cultivation resources.
He reached for the door…
Boom!
The wooden door exploded inward. Splinters flew. Sunlight spilled through the shattered frame. Two hulking figures stepped in, eyes dripping malice.
“One last time, little bastard… we found you.”
Kaelen’s eyes narrowed. The reckoning had arrived.
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Chapter 240: Try Touching Him If You Dare
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Chapter 239: A Sword Across a Thousand Miles
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Chapter 238: Perfectly Justified
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Chapter 237: Run Quickly
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