2025-07-28 20:50:27The Eldravan Empire — Thornreach County
Deep within a long-sealed chamber of the once-glorious House Hanwynn palace...
A sudden scream shattered the silence.
A handsome young man jolted upright, gasping for breath, his eyes wide with terror.
“Where...am I?”
His voice trembled as he scanned the dimly lit room. Ornate, antique furnishings surrounded him—elegant yet unfamiliar. Confusion twisted his expression.
“Wasn’t I dead?”
“What is this place...?”
His name was Kaelen Viremont, and his thoughts were a chaotic storm.
Suddenly—
Buzz!
A torrent of unfamiliar memories surged into his mind, overwhelming and vivid.
He clutched his head as the flood consumed him.
Moments later, his breath steadied. His gaze sharpened.
“I... I’ve been reborn?”
His voice was laced with disbelief. “And it’s... three thousand years in the future?”
He paused, frowning.
“How do I even know that? These memories... they feel alien, yet etched into the core of my soul.”
Once, in another life, Kaelen had been the crown prince of the mighty Empire of Creation, a divine empire that ruled the Spirit Realm with unmatched power.
But his fate had always been cursed. Born under a doomed star, he was shackled by a divine curse—one that condemned him to a short life, far shorter than any mortal’s.
To save him, his father—the revered Emperor of Creation—had ventured alone into the first forbidden zone of life: Above the Firmament. He’d risked everything to retrieve a mythical relic—the Golden Divine Pill, said to grant longevity beyond the sun and moon.
Kaelen still remembered that day— When his father returned, tattered and bloodied, collapsing at the gates of the palace.
“This pill...” his father had whispered, placing it in his son’s trembling hands, “...will let you live as long as the heavens.”
But before hope could bloom— Chaos descended.
Traitors invaded the imperial palace. At the forefront was none other than the most trusted man in the empire—Minister Theron Malgrave.
No one had seen it coming.
Theron , praised for his unwavering loyalty, had betrayed the throne.
The palace was drenched in blood. Despite his father’s unmatched cultivation, he was grievously wounded from his journey through the forbidden zone—and too weak to fend off the rebellion.
In the midst of that devastation, Kaelen was slain.
But in his final moment—
He had swallowed the Golden Divine Pill.
Even in death, he wouldn’t let the sacred relic fall into enemy hands.
Now...
He had awakened in a new world.
Inside the dusty room, Kaelen slowly stood up. He staggered toward a bronze mirror. Staring back at him was a youthful face—different from his past self, but still regal, still proud.
Fragments of the body’s original memories drifted through his mind.
He had been reborn on the Velarion Continent, far from the Spirit Realm. And strangely, there was no trace of the Spirit Realm in these memories.
“Are they two different worlds?” he murmured, eyebrows furrowed. “Or... is this just another realm within the same universe?”
Regardless, one truth blazed in his heart:
He was alive.
“I’ve been given a second chance. That means there’s still hope.”
“three thousand years... everything I once knew might be lost to time.”
“But my enemies may still live—and so might my father.”
His eyes gleamed with burning resolve.
“Theron may have seized the throne, but I swear... he didn’t kill my father. He couldn’t.”
“I will return to the Spirit Realm.”
“And the empire that was stolen from me... I will reclaim it.”
A vow, forged in fire and pain, settled in his soul.
This time, his cursed body was gone.
He had a future. A chance to grow stronger.
And then—
He sensed it.
Floating silently in the depths of his consciousness was the same Golden Divine Pill—untouched, brimming with celestial energy.
It had transcended time with him. It was not just divine—it was destiny.
Kaelen Viremont now lived in a remote part of the Great Eldravan Empire, within Ebonvale Prefecture—an isolated corner of Thornreach County.
In this life, he had been adopted seventeen years ago by the House Hanwynn, a minor martial family with dwindling influence.
Suddenly—
"Hiss!"
A sharp pain flared through his body.
He lifted his robe and winced.
His skin was bruised, covered in old scars—blue, black, purple.
His jaw clenched. He didn’t need memories to know who did this.
The House Hanwyn’s noble sons—spoiled and cruel—had always treated him like dirt.
A servant. A slave. An orphan with no roots.
But now...
“I’ve taken over this life,” he whispered. “From this moment, no one will step on us again.”
He sat cross-legged on the cold floor and began circulating his Creation Divine Technique—a cultivation method passed down from his former life.
Golden energy surged through his meridians—pure, vast, and powerful.
This wasn’t ordinary martial cultivation.
This was divine.
“Father once said this technique holds secrets even he couldn’t unravel...” In this world, the path of cultivation was divided into four foundational martial realms:
True Martial Realm
Spirit Martial Realm
Heaven Martial Realm
Divine Martial Realm
Each realm, a towering mountain, divided into nine grueling stages.
Just then—
The golden pill in Kaelen’s mind began to tremble.
Boom!
A burst of radiant energy exploded from it, flooding directly into his spiritual core.
Boom!
In the blink of an eye, Kaelen broke through—
From an ordinary human…
To the First Stage of the True Martial Realm.
He was stunned.
The pill held more than power.
It held oceans of spiritual energy—vast, endless, and eternal.
But when he tried to probe deeper—
It fell silent once more.
“No doubt about it,” Kaelen breathed. “This isn’t just any relic... it’s the legacy of the heavens.”
He stood tall, strength surging through his limbs.
According to the clan’s rules, now that he had stepped into the True Martial Realm, he was eligible to be recognized at the ancestral hall—and receive cultivation resources from the clan.
But just as he reached for the door—
Boom!
The wooden door exploded inward, fragments flying across the room. Sunlight spilled in through the shattered frame.
Two large, hulking figures stepped in, eyes filled with malice.
One of them sneered, voice dripping with cruelty.
“Little bastard... We finally found you.”
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Chapter 12: Seraphina Valemir
“Benefactor… you’re awake?”A soft voice broke the stillness of the cave.Seraphina stepped inside, carrying a bundle of herbs unfamiliar to Kaelen. Joy lit her delicate features, even through the grime and wear of days spent in hardship.The Ninth Princess, once draped in silks and shielded from the wind, now wore a simple white dress smudged with earth. Mud streaked her once flawless face, and her long black hair fell in tangled strands, as if she had gone days without a mirror or comb.“How are you feeling?” she asked, kneeling beside the bed of dry grass, her bright eyes meeting his with earnest concern.Kaelen didn’t answer. Instead, he reached out and took her hand.“Benefactor?” she blinked, startled, but did not pull away. Color rose in her cheeks as she let him hold her hand.His eyes traced her delicate fingers, once soft and pale, now marked with cuts and roughened by jagged leaves and thorned stems.She had been searching for medicine—for him.For a long moment, he simply
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"Don’t celebrate just yet."The voice rang out, cold and clear. Clad in white robes, the youth stepped forward—it was Kaelen Viremont. His eyes, sharp as blades, flicked toward Seraphina Valemir. “That Venomous Mad Python behind us—I only managed to destroy one of its heads in a sneak attack. It’ll be even more enraged now. We’re still deep in danger.”Startled by his tone, Seraphina’s face turned pale. She lowered her head like a child caught in the act, her voice barely a whisper. “I understand.”The two sprinted toward the canyon’s edge, feet barely touching the ground—but the serpent was far faster. In the blink of an eye, it was nearly upon them.“You’re too slow.”Kaelen didn’t wait for a reply. He swept the girl into his arms, hoisting her onto his back without hesitation.“S-Savior… be careful…” Seraphina whispered, cheeks tinged pink as her slender arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Her breath tickled his ear, but all she felt was a sudden surge of safety.Kaelen didn’t dw
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“Quick! That little thief is over there!”The shout tore through the stillness of the forest like a blade, its urgency echoing off the towering trees of the Ravenhollow Mountain Range.“Again…” Kaelen muttered, his brows tightening in frustration.His white robes fluttered in the wind as he paused on a narrow forest path, his gaze sharp and brooding. Though the golden true vital energy within him surged with divine might—thanks to the legendary Divine Art of Creation—his body could still feel the strain of constant pursuit. He had been hunted for days, if not weeks, with barely any rest. Even someone of his strength and willpower was beginning to feel the wear of exhaustion. Not fear—never fear—but a gnawing irritation that scratched at the edges of his patience."Swish!"Like a wisp of smoke, Kaelen Viremont vanished into the dense undergrowth, dashing deeper into the heart of the mountains. He moved like a phantom, feet barely touching the ground, eyes scanning his surroundings with
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