The Return of Kaelen Viremont

Chapter 7: The Battle Body of Creation

For days, Kaelen hunted through the vast Wild Forest, relentless and focused.

The blood, flesh, and beast cores of the savage creatures he felled became fuel for his rapid cultivation.

Three days later, deep within a miasma-filled marsh—

“Puchi!”

A silver-scaled, eight-armed beast let out a final screech as Kaelen Viremont’s sword pierced straight through its heart. With a crash, the beast collapsed, lifeless.

Kaelen calmly retrieved its core, rinsed it with water, and swallowed it whole.

“Boom!”

The moment the core entered his throat, a violent surge of demonic essence exploded within him. It surged through his limbs and bones, finally converging in his spiritual core

—feeding his true energy like wildfire.

“Crack!”

His vital energy roared to life, and an entirely new, formidable aura erupted outward from his body.

Third Heaven of the True Martial Realm.

In just a few days, Kaelen Viremont had leaped two entire realms. His cultivation had soared at an impossible rate.

Had anyone witnessed it, they would have been utterly dumbfounded.

In the cultivation world, it was common knowledge: beast cores were toxic to humans. The demonic essence within them clashed violently with true vital energy—consuming one directly meant certain death.

But Kaelen defied that rule.

Not only did he consume beast cores—he refined them, absorbed their power, and used them to ascend.

This miracle was thanks to the Divine Art of Creation.

True creation.

The ability to seize heaven’s fortune and forge a path unmatched.

This divine technique transformed Kaelen’s vital energy into something boundless—capable of accepting and integrating all things, just like the ocean holds every river.

His body had become a grand furnace, capable of absorbing the power of any attribute… from any race.

Only now did Kaelen realize just how terrifying and transcendent this ancient art truly was.

"But it seems I still need a bit more time... before I truly step into the First Heaven of the Divine Art of Creation,"

he murmured, eyes deep with anticipation.

He couldn’t help but wonder—once he broke through, what kind of monstrous talent would awaken within him?

Suddenly, a cruel voice echoed from the trees behind him.

“There you are, brat!”

The air grew tense with killing intent.

“You dared steal from the Frostfang Mercenaries Group and flee into the Purple Cloud Mountains? You’re finished!”

Kaelen’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“What are you talking about? I’ve never stolen a thing in my life.”

From the jungle, a group of armored men emerged—each radiating a ruthless, bloodthirsty aura.

Leading them were two faces Kaelen instantly recognized.

The same two mercenaries he had humiliated outside the Ravenhollow tower.

His gaze turned cold.

It all made sense now—they hadn’t let go of their grudge. And now, they had returned for revenge.

But to mobilize the entire Frostfang Mercenaries Group, they had clearly needed a lie.

“You two... you’re framing me?” Kaelen asked in a low, deadly voice.

He had never imagined they would stoop this low—falsely accusing him of theft to paint a target on his back.

Shaking his head, Kaelen let out a bitter laugh.

“I never wanted bloodshed.”

“But since you’ve forced my hand... I’ll oblige.”

Thud.

Thud.

Thud...

His footsteps echoed through the misty marsh as he walked straight toward the group—eyes burning with lethal resolve.

Kaelen wasn’t a killer by nature.

But to those who plotted in the shadows and struck from behind—he would show no mercy.

“Boom!”

A violent surge of true energy exploded from his body.

“What?! Third Heaven of the True Martial Realm?!”

The two mercenaries froze in place.

Just three days ago, this brat was barely at First Heaven.

How had he broken through two whole levels already?

Their hearts sank in dread.

“Don’t panic!” one of them shouted.

“There’s dozens of us. He’s just one man!”

“Kill him!” another roared.

“Anyone who dares provoke the Frostfang Mercenaries Group must die!”

The mercenaries erupted with killing aura. A dozen blades gleamed as they charged at Kaelen from all sides.

Kaelen didn’t flinch.

A slight smile curled at the edge of his lips.

“Fools.”

“If you want to die—then come.”

He no longer held back.

“Clang!”

With a flash of steel, Kaelen unsheathed his sword—the same rust-covered blade gifted by the old man.

He swung.

The air split with lightning speed, and a sharp whistle followed.

“Puchi!”

One mercenary—a Third Heaven warrior—barely had time to react before Kaelen’s blade pierced clean through his throat.

Instant kill.

“BOOM!!”

A barrage of steel rained down on Kaelen from all directions.

“Divine Art of Creation—activate!”

“Battle Body of Creation!”

Kaelen roared from within.

He raised his left hand—and in that moment, it transformed.

The skin turned bronze, metallic and gleaming with a divine light. It shimmered like molten metal forged by heaven itself.

“Crack! Crack!”

Steel blades shattered in his hand like brittle wood.

The mercenaries stared in shock.

“His... his hand crushed our weapons...?”

Kaelen stood calm in the center of the chaos, bronze hand gleaming.

 "So it’s begun..."

"The Divine Art of Creation is breaking through to the First Heaven."

He remembered his father’s words.

Each time the Divine Art advanced a heaven, an innate power would awaken.

And the practitioner’s body would evolve—stronger, more resilient. An indestructible vessel of war.

The First Heaven’s mark was this:

The Bronze Battle Body.

Every inch of his skin, bone, muscle, and meridian was transforming—becoming harder than iron, stronger than steel.

A true weapon forged from flesh.

Kaelen stared at his palm, then laughed loudly.

“You came to kill me…”

“But you’ve only brought yourselves to your own deaths.”