Aryia opened his eyes, but noticed that he was not on top of the mountain peak anymore. He was in a plain with beautiful scenery. The plain had multiple exotic flowers, none of which Aryia had ever seen before. This plain resembled an immortal's place of cultivation, like in the stories mentioned by his grandfather.

"Where am I?" Aryia thought. 

Aryia was surprisingly calm, and he eyed his surroundings. When he turned around, he noticed an ancient door, hundreds of meters wide and hundreds of meters tall. The door had multiple chains diagonally restraining the entrance. Furthermore, the door was littered with ancient writing, similar to the ones written on the two swords...Surprisingly, Aryia could perfectly read the writing on the door... 

"In brightest day and blackest night, 

even the heaven's shall not block my sight, 

for even when I cannot see without the light, 

Oblivion and Oathkeeper in my hands, I shall display my might!"

"These word's are quite heaven-defying," thought Aryia. However, Aryia felt his blood boil reading these words, feeling as if he was standing upon a peak, ironically, not looking up, as there was nothing to look up at it, or down, because there was too much to look down on. He felt as if he was looking at his sides, seeing no one beside him. 

"....and quite lonely and solitary..." thought Aryia. Aryia quickly made a decision. He started walking...

Aryia walked towards the door with a tranquil expression, the contrast to what someone else might feel in a situation like this. He felt an odd familiarity with this door and so he walked...

"Why is door so familiar?" Aryia thought. 

The walk was quite long, as the door was about a kilometer away. Oddly enough, even from that length, Aryia could clearly read the writing on the door...

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As Aryia approached the 25-meter mark, he felt a distinct pressure that overwhelmed him... 

"What is this pressure.....?"

Aryia felt as if he was being crushed by an elephant upon reaching the 50-meter mark...

75 meters...

"AHHHHH!!!!!"

At this point, the degree of pain Aryia was feeling was if his very soul was being torn apart. For a 8-year-old boy, to go through this soul-tearing pain and not go utterly insane was quite astounding...

Aryia was steadfast on reaching the 100-meter mark though, because of that odd feeling of familiarity he felt and his innate curiosity, and so he trudged on...

With utter determination and willpower, Aryia managed to reach the 99-meter mark... but the moment he laid his foot on the 100-meter mark...He felt a soul-wrenching pressure that was quite capable of disintegrating his consciousness right there. 

Aryia knew that was his limit so he backed up extremely fast. He looked at the 100-meter milestone, which was marked by an exotic plant that resembled a divine immortal flower. 

A sharp glint of fear flashed his eyes.

"I cannot go far today, but I will be back and reach that door no matter what," Aryia thought. 

He started walking back towards his original location, but because of his earlier endeavors, he started feeling dizzy..

After a few seconds, Aryia felt the world go dark...

***

Meanwhile outside...

Aryia's pendant trembled, and a transparent spirit appeared next to Aria's body...

"These two martial spirits....I have never seen something like this...Me, an entity born of chaos itself have actually felt my spirit tremble..." the entity said eyeing the two swords in fear. 

The spirit stared at the Aryia's tranquil and divine face, astonished by his state...

"He's witnessing his soul...Only the gods can do something like this...Who is this child? His mother and father were powerful...but this degree of background stems from his very soul...maybe he's a very powerful entity reincarnated?"

The spirit thought of multiple scenarios, calculating at mental speeds that far surpassed that of a human....and a god. 

"But that does not make any sense...I am a Heavenly Treasure that the gods and devils themselves would fight an extinction-worthy war for...But even I felt my soul tremble..."

The spirit stared deeply at the boy's delicate and beautiful face. Then he suddenly thought of something.

"His pupils are golden, similar to that of a golden sun. His very eyes resemble the stars that the mightiest beings travel through. But if I remember correctly, when me and Linley discussed his eye color, we could only draw up blanks...Maybe his features and eye color are an embodiment of his soul..."

Quite truthfully, this heavenly treasure had never seen a being with such beautiful features as Aryia. It was if Aryia's features were sculpted by the God of Art himself. Him, a being passed down through the order of gods, was quite astonished. 

"Who are you really, boy....."