I had been reborn.
This world—Solaris—was nothing like Earth. A massive realm, a thousand tis larger, where magic and cultivation were real. Spells were weapons. Laws of reality were flexible. Immortality wasn't myth—it was attainable.
I was thrilled.
This was the kind of world I used to read about. Now I lived in it.
But excitent gave way to pressure. At age ten, every child undergoes their awakening. That's when their Martial Spirit manifests—and that spirit determines whether one can cultivate at all.
There were levels to it: Mortal Grade. Earth Grade. Heaven Grade. Saint Grade. And beyond, though no one spoke much about that.
Saint Grade was the peak—unreachable for most. But those who awakened it were destined to stand among gods.
The day of my awakening ca. Held in Solaria, the empire's capital, known as the Sun City. As the Valehart heir, expectations were sky-high. Everyone waited to see what I would beco.
Inside, I was panicking. What if I had no spirit? It happened—rare, but real. What if I failed before I even started?
But I stepped up anyway.
I placed my hand on the Awakening Crystal. Imdiately, energy surged through . Wild. Unpredictable. I almost yanked my hand away—until a calm voice spoke behind :
"Don't worry, young master. That reaction is normal."
The elder's voice steadied .
Then, in a flash—everything changed.
My consciousness was ripped from my body and thrown into a vast field of stars and swirling colors. It was beautiful—but I barely had ti to take it in.
A voice echoed from above.
"Master William."
I looked up. A sphere of pure white energy floated in the sky, pulsing and flickering.
"Who... who are you?" I asked.
"I am your spirit. Your true Martial Spirit."
"You're what?"
"I am the Spirit of Creation."
Creation.
I couldn't speak. My mind was spinning.
"I don't know everything," the voice continued, "but I know this: I am far beyond any Saint Grade spirit. I could create universes, laws, tilines... when at full power. But sothing's wrong. I'm incomplete. We're connected—but I've used nearly all my remaining power to bring your soul here... to reincarnate you."
I was stunned.
"You—you're the reason I reincarnated?"
"Yes. Your death awoke . I sensed potential... and acted. My energy is low now, so I'll sleep for a while. But I've created a second spirit to protect you while I recover. Your body is already altered. Your talent will have no limits."
Then the voice softened.
"Rember, Master... the sky is not the limit."
The light faded. I reached out, desperate to ask more—but it was too late.
I woke up, hand still on the crystal.
But my voice went unanswered.
The Spirit of Creation had already retreated into hibernation, and my consciousness was yanked out of that starry plane.
I woke up in front of the Awakening Altar.
But sothing was different.
I could feel it—this strange pull radiating from deep inside . It felt like a black hole had ford in my core, sucking in mana from all around. The effect was imdiate. The air began to ripple and distort as if space itself was bending.
The elder overseeing the ceremony snapped his gaze toward .
So did my father, Leon, and my mother, Elina.
So did the heads of the major clans. Even so elite mbers of the royal family had their eyes locked on .
"It's starting," the elder muttered.
"He's awakening... his Martial Spirit," my parents whispered in near-unison, their expressions caught between awe and disbelief.
Normally, when soone awakens, mana surges outward, forming the shape of the spirit as it reveals itself. But this... this was different.
The mana wasn't pouring out. It was being dragged in.
As if the world itself was feeding .
Everyone present was stunned. No one had seen anything like it—not the elder, not the clan heads, not even the royal observers.
The phenonon only intensified.
Slowly, my body began to rise—levitating off the ground. Countless multicolored motes of mana gathered around , swirling into a vortex. The air shimred. Light bled into brilliance.
It looked like the heavens were responding.
A storm of pure mana ford above , roaring and swirling like it was tearing through the sky itself. The pull wasn't just on ambient mana anymore—it was yanking mana directly from the people standing nearby.
Even they felt it—their own reserves being drained against their will.
Gasps spread.
The elder squinted, trying to peer deeper into my soul, to see what kind of spirit I was awakening—but sothing blocked him. A veil. A force too dense to pierce.
His surprise turned to disbelief.
My body, anwhile, kept absorbing. Mana compressed tighter and tighter inside , fusing with my bones, my blood, my very being. I could feel it—changing .
A fundantal transformation.
Then sothing snapped.
The vortex surged again, bigger, stronger. The ground cracked beneath the altar. Trees bent. The skies trembled. And my cultivation base—nonexistent just seconds ago—began climbing.
Novice Rank 1.
Novice Rank 2.
Rank 3. Rank 4.
The numbers climbed in rapid succession.
Rank 7... 8... 9...
Peak of Novice Rank 9.
Then it stopped.
But the awakening wasn't over.
This was the final stage: the manifestation.
The true form of my Martial Spirit.
The mana pressure rippled outward like a tidal wave. The surrounding energy was compressed again, drawn in violently, until the air in front of began to shimr. Slowly, a figure began to take shape—first ethereal, then solid.
And then it arrived.
A ch.
No! A cha Martial Sprite!!
Pure white and glowing with icy-blue energy. Sleek, almost serpentine in build. It had a vaguely humanoid structure—but its head resembled a dragon, fierce and regal. At nearly 30 ters tall, it towered above everyone.
A long, dual-bladed sword hung at its waist. One hand already held it, as if ready for war.
The sheer pressure it released made the entire crowd flinch.
This wasn't just any Martial Spirit. It was master-level. Two full ranks above my current level. A terrifying difference.
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