"Aryia, make sure to be back by dark," an old man sighed.
He looked at a beautiful golden eyed, black haired boy, whose age was about 7 years old.
"Okay, grandpa," replied the boy.
The boy ran out of the cottage into the village center.
This specific village was called Sovereign's village by the surrounding areas. This legend arose 50 years ago, when a powerful cultivator who later became the pinnacle of the world, stayed at the village for an amount of time. This powerful cultivator was a legend to the rest of the world, thought to have the destiny of a peerless emperor. In his rise, multiple sects and genius's were just stepping stones for his ascension. The whole world had a name for him, "Emperor Linley."
The boy, named Aryia, ran out of the village gates, towards the mountains. While other kids played, Aryia was quite introverted. He preferred to stay away and observe. Of course, the fact that his pupils were golden and his features were similar to a divine angel, lead to his reserved nature. Even at a younger age, the whole village was astonished by Aryia's delicate features that would make even the female gods of the higher realms tremble in lust.
At this moment, Aryia's face was in deep contemplation, looking at a crow with a broken wing. The crow was clearly suffering but Aryia just stared at in deep contemplation.
"Poor creature," Aryia thought.
He walked up to the bird, and stabbed with it a knife. Aryia had a gentle smile on his face, extremely compassionate for a person his age.
Aryia continued walking towards the mountain. At the base of the mountain, he looked up. And started climbing...
He climbed for hours...
If a person were to see this, they would be astonished by the strength and determination shown by Aryia...
At the mountain peak, Aryia sat down, and started breathing...
His breathing was smooth and flowed like a river...
"This nameless breathing technique provided by the necklace is quite resourceful," thought Aryia.
Aryia looked down on a necklace surrounding his neck. The necklace carried a pendant that seemed pretty ordinary, other than the mysterious symbols that seemed be to carved on the necklace.
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2 years ago when Aryia was playing around in the forest, he heard a voice telling him to go to this very mountain top. Aryia was naturally born curious and resilient, so despite the numerous blisters appearing on his palms from climbing, he never let out a sound of pain. At the mountain top, his pendant shined, and the nameless breathing technique was passed onto him. Every day since then he would come to this very mountaintop.
Time passed until a few hours went by...
"I better head back now," thought Aryia.
Arriving at his cottage, Aryia saw his grandpa sitting at the table.
"Aryia, come over here," his grandpa said in a weak voice.
"Yes, Grandpa." Aryia walked over and sat across from his grandpa, observing his grandpa's sorrowful eyes.
"Aryia, I have watched you grow up for the past 7 years, but I never heard you ask once about your parent's," the old man sighed.
"Grandpa, I have thought about it alot, but I trust that you will tell me when the time is right."
"Aryia you will turn 8 years old in 2 months and your martial spirit will awaken; I will tell you then."
The old man gave a deep look to Aryia and sighed.
***
2 months passed with Aryia's usual routine of heading to the mountain. The old man had noticed this routine for years but never stopped him.
On the day of Aryia's birthday, he was exceedingly excited. One would see in the whole village, there was only person with an awakened martial spirit, being the village head. The majority of the people who lived in the world did not even have a martial spirit.
"Aryia, do not be disappointed if you do not have a martial spirit."
"Yes, Grandpa"
The old man walked to the boy, waving his hand in a specific gesture. He lightly touched Aryia's forehead.
They both waited in silence...
The old man already knew that if the martial spirit did not awaken in 30 seconds, they would most likely not have one, but he waited till 15 minutes passed...
Aryia's delicate facial features quickly shifted to one of disappointment, but he quickly covered it up with a fake smile...
"It's okay Grandpa. Maybe I just do not have the destiny to become a cultivator."
The old man looked at the boy and sighed...
"Aryia, I know I made you a promise to tell you about your parents, however, there was only if your martial spirit awakened. But I will tell you one thing: your parents were powerful cultivators"
"I understand Grandpa."
Aryia was quite excited to know that his parents were like immortals flying through the sky...
However, thinking about himself, he could only sulk in sorrow and cover it up with a smile...
***
The next day Aryia headed back to the mountaintop, and started practicing his nameless breathing technique.
Suddenly, Aryia felt a tremor coming from the very depths of his soul. The more astonishing part was though, this tremor was felt not just by Aryia, but every single being in all of the realms of existence...
Multiple experts from the highest to the lowest realm, looked around astonished...
Little did Aryia know that his awakening caused a phenomena that lead to a massive investigation by the gods themselves...
In front of Aryia appeared two swords, both giving off the feeling of primordial divinity and arrogance...Both swords had writing, carved in a mystical language that did not exist throughout this whole plane of existence...
One sword had pure white blade, with a golden hilt, giving off a feeling that even heavens were below it...
The other sword had a black blade, with a purple hilt, giving off a feeling of ancient chaos...