2025-07-28 20:51:26Kaelen’s eyes glimmered with quiet intensity.
“Though the Divine Empire of Creation vanished three thousand years ago, my father once spoke of a hidden treasury,” he murmured to himself. “Deep within an unknown land, only he and a few trusted retainers knew the location. Inside… unimaginable wealth, ancient treasures…”
But Kaelen shook his head. That pursuit was far beyond him—for now. His strength was still too limited.
He turned to the elder before him, robes coarse, expression calm but serious. “What grade could that sword possibly be?” he wondered.
Even a Yellow-grade sword—a step above Mortal-grade—would give him a huge boost in House Hanwynn.
“Please… let it be that.”
Clang!
The sharp ring of steel echoed through the room as Kaelen drew the blade from its case. His heart sank immediately.
“What? This… broken thing?”
The sword was rusted, dull, edges chipped like it might crumble in a single strike. Kaelen’s face darkened.
“You old geezer… are you messing with me?”
The elder only smiled, calm and knowing. “Never judge a sword by its appearance. Just as the sea cannot be measured by a single bucket, this blade may hold power even I cannot see. Its exterior is tarnished… but who knows what lies within? Perhaps it’s waiting for someone like you.”
Kaelen muttered, skeptical yet intrigued. He returned the sword to its case and slung it across his back.
Without another word, the elder tossed several thin manuals onto the counter.
“Take these. Free of charge.”
Kaelen caught them mid-air, scanning the titles: Bright Moon Sword Art, Fiery Dragon Sword Technique, Nine Swords of the Lonely Peak. All Yellow-grade, elementary-level techniques.
“Many thanks, senior. I am grateful,” he said, bowing deeply. To enemies, ruthless. To friends, loyal. To benefactors, endlessly thankful—a code instilled by his father, the late Emperor Therion Viremont.
The elder waved lazily. “Go now, Kaelen. Cultivate well.”
Kaelen left—not toward home, but into the untamed wilds beyond Thornreach County. The wilderness was unforgiving: ancient forests, savage beasts, blood-soaked soil. For those seeking true strength, it was sacred ground.
In the county’s bustling heart, he purchased a swift steed. Then, wind at his back, he galloped across the open plains. Hooves thundered. White robes trailing, sword case humming silently.
Under the vast sky, fire in his heart, he thought: This life… I will rise again.
“This… this is freedom!” he roared, disappearing into the horizon. From the city gates, many watched the lone youth racing into destiny.
By sundown, he reached Ravenhollow Town, tucked beneath the towering Vyrecrest Mountains. Mercenaries, martial artists, merchants—the town buzzed with danger. Strength ruled here. Robbery, ambush, murder… common.
His destination: the central Ebonflare Tower. Warriors accepted missions here—rare herbs, beast cores, noble commissions. Perfect for training and rewards.
Two rugged mercenaries blocked his path, eyes cruel.
“Hold up, kid. Pay a toll. Three low-grade spirit stones to enter. Frostfang Mercenaries rule,” sneered one.
“There’s such a rule?” Kaelen asked calmly. Whispers rose. Another newbie getting extorted… but who dares challenge the Frostfang Mercenaries?
Kaelen’s expression didn’t change. Inwardly, he sighed. As expected. The strong trample the weak. Strength is the only truth.
Then his gaze sharpened—cold, dangerous. “Move.”
The mercenaries froze.
Before they could react, Kaelen stepped forward.
“You brat—!”
“Seize him! Break his legs and—”Boom!
Golden true energy exploded, slamming the two men across the square. They hit the ground hard, groaning.
“W-What?! He’s… he’s strong!” Gasps rippled through the crowd.
Kaelen didn’t glance at them. Quiet, composed. He walked past the fallen mercenaries and entered the tower.
Inside, he accepted three missions: retrieving rare spiritual herbs, promising a combined reward of one hundred thousand coins—immense for his stage. Without hesitation, he vanished into the dense forests of the Vyrecrest Mountains.
At the town gate, the mercenaries seethed. Hatred burned in their eyes.
“We have to get revenge,” growled one.
“But the captain won’t act. We’ll have to play dirty—frame him, force the captain’s hand,” the other said.The Vyrecrest Mountains stretched endlessly, forests thick and unyielding. From here, the Desolate Wild Forest extended—a deadly region on the Velarion Continent.
Dressed in flowing white, sword case slung across his back, Kaelen entered the primal wilderness. His goal wasn’t the missions alone—it was deeper. To temper his sword. To temper his soul.
True progress is forged in life and death.
The Divine Creation Art demanded combat. Evolution came through battle—refining the body, expanding true energy, awakening the spirit.
Kaelen’s mind drifted three thousand years back, to his father, Emperor Therion Viremont. He had fought gods, kings, monsters. Crossed stars, slew beasts of heaven and earth, carved his name into the Spirit Realm. Blood and fire shaped him—the Divine Emperor.
“Like father, like son,” Kaelen whispered. “I refuse mediocrity.”
With a metallic clang, he drew the rusted sword—the same battered blade from the elder. It felt ancient, hidden.
He exhaled and began: Bright Moon Sword Art, Fiery Dragon Sword Technique, Lone Peak Nine Swords. Three Yellow-grade techniques flooded his mind, intricate, demanding focus.
He wasn’t rushing. Then something awakened.
A wave of energy surged from the golden divine pill in his mind. Fog lifted. Clarity blazed. Comprehension soared.
“This… what is this?!”
Sword strikes flew—one, two, three. Perfect. Shadows of the blade sliced the air, radiating raw power. Kaelen’s eyes widened. Even as the son of a Divine Emperor, he had never wielded such mastery.
Weren’t they calling me talentless in this life…?
He tested it—full strike from Bright Moon Sword Art. Clang! Brilliant sword light burst forth. A glowing illusion of a bright moon shimmered above. Perfect execution.
Next: Fiery Dragon Sword Technique. ROAR! A blazing dragon silhouette surged along his blade, strike heavy as a falling mountain. Perfect.
The golden divine pill pulsed, releasing unfathomable force. Fate rewritten. Martial failure transformed into monstrous talent.
Ordinary disciples took months, even years, to master a Yellow-rank technique. Kaelen? Two tries. That’s all.
The pill revealed two powers:
At breakthroughs, it releases overwhelming spiritual energy—no fear of injury or failure.
• It transforms martial talent—from below average to heaven-defying.Armed with this knowledge, Kaelen ventured deeper into the Vyrecrest Mountains. No hesitation. No fear.
Martial power is the foundation. I must grow stronger—strong enough to challenge her.
Her. Aurelia Duskryn, Second Miss of House Hanwynn. The death of Mirelle would not remain a secret.
Sooner or later, she would come.
And when she did… Kaelen would be ready. Blade in hand, eyes unblinking, standing tall even in the storm.
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Chapter 156: Spring of Life
Buzz.A strange vibration rippled through the air.At that exact moment, a deep black glow bloomed within Kaelen Viremont’s pupils, spreading like ink dropped into clear water. His vision shifted instantly. The world around him no longer looked the same.Layers of falsehood peeled away.Illusions collapsed.Hidden structures revealed themselves as if they had been laid bare by an unseen hand.“So it really is a formation,” Kaelen murmured.What had once seemed like endless darkness was now filled with countless intersecting lines of power. They crisscrossed the sky and earth, weaving together into an ancient and terrifying array. Every strand pulsed faintly, alive with suppressive force.And more importantly, Kaelen could see where it was weakest.Boom.Lightning crackled violently as Kaelen gripped the rusted sword in his hand. The blade hummed as if awakened from a long slumber, arcs of blue lightning dancing along its surface.Without hesitation, he stepped forward and slashed at a
Chapter 155: Creation Divine Eye
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Chapter 154: Tremor
Kaelen stepped cautiously out of the ruined pavilion. The chill of the ancient stones seeped through his boots, biting at his feet. The Flame Woman was already there, standing tall amidst the wreckage. Her eyes, sharp and luminous, scanned the shattered palace like a hawk hunting secrets hidden in the rubble. The faint glow of lingering magical residue clung stubbornly to the walls, reflected in her gaze. There was curiosity there—and a hint of wariness, as though she knew the ruins could bite back.“Did you find anything?” she asked. Her voice was soft, but urgent, like a note of alarm tucked inside a lullaby. Her gaze never left him, as if his answer could rewrite everything that was happening.“You could say I found a little,” Kaelen replied, calm on the surface, almost casual. But the faint flicker in his eyes betrayed unease. He had felt it even before stepping out—a barely-there shift in the air, a pulse of latent energy whispering of things best left untouched.Then—Boom!The s
Chapter 153: A Majestic Voice
“Let’s go.”The words were simple, spoken without urgency, yet they carried an unquestionable authority.Talan’s presence stirred within Kaelen Viremont’s mind, and in the next instant, the faint shadow of his form dissolved into a streak of condensed black light. It pierced straight into the center of Kaelen’s brow, vanishing into his glabella as though it had never existed at all.Kaelen remained standing where he was.He did not immediately follow the others out of the ruined pavilion, nor did he rush to reunite with the crowd beyond the shattered stone pillars. Instead, his gaze slowly swept across the desolate structure around him.The pavilion was ancient beyond measure.Its once magnificent roof had collapsed long ago, leaving only broken beams and fragments of carved stone scattered across the ground. Moss crept along the cracked walls, and time had erased nearly all traces of its former splendor. Yet despite the decay, a faint pressure lingered in the air, as though something
Chapter 152: Divine Shrine
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