Memories of my mortal life whammed into my mind all of a sudden, the brakes were not functioning and resulted in me entering the wrong path. The road of mortal memories which I fear most.
Looking back at when I was a newborn, everyone was anxious and excited when they heard about my descend from the heavens, they were expecting the son of their family head to show unparalleled talent.
Their family head was the strongest genius in the history of the Gale family with an legacy which has been pa.s.sed down for thousands of years. Stepping into the Great Saint realm at the age of 47 and the DemiG.o.d realm at the age of 83, no one dared to question his strength especially after a thousand years had pa.s.sed since that day.
As for his wife Crystal, she was also a unparalleled genius no weaker than Wisteria Gale, she may have stepped into the DemiG.o.d realm at the age of 87 which was four years later, but she was an alchemist which was why the family rose this quickly.
As the son of two peerless genius cultivators, just what would his cultivation talent be like? Would he exceed his parents and become someone unmatched in his own generation? Maybe his grand stage only exists when he challenges those one generation before him.
(One generation=100 years)
At the young age of just three months old, he taught himself how to walk, four months old and he learnt the way of speech, five months old and he fell in love with reading, seven months old and he had mature thoughts.
One year old and he learnt how calligraphy, one and a half year old, he learnt the profoundness of simple arts, two years old and he grasped the concepts of painting. His calligraphy skills enough to put most apprentices to shame.
Three years old and he learnt how to ride a horse, four years old and he started to train his body fitness, five years old and he mastered the path of arts, his drawing were full of life and his words were eluding an undescribable aura.
Yet, fate fooled around with them and he was diagnosed with mortal roots at the age of six. With mortal roots, it signifies that he lacks even the basic requirements of cultivation. They felt that he was a disgrace to the Gale family and appealed to their family head, Wisteria Gale.
He is a mortal from top to bottom, maybe he can become a top scholar or fighter in those mortal kingdoms, but that is just a bleak future of his and he would turn into dust in a hundred years time.
In the end, their appeal was revoked and even though Nightin was still the young master of the Gale family, he held no standing or reputation in the eyes of others.
Why should I even pay respect to someone like him? That was the mentality of every child around his age at that point of tine.
Some tried to get closer to the family head via him, they promised his beauties and countless riches or anything that he desires, but he would always shut them down coldly. "Give me the ability to cultivate, otherwise you should just take back your small tricks."
He may be mortal, but it provided him the environment to mature much more quickly than others of his age.
Even so, I am just mortal, am I not? Nightin thought to himself as he watched this pathetic life of his play back.
* * * (TPP)* * *
The next moment, he was at the scene where he received the system sword, which was soon replaced by the Phoenix sword who had accompanied him ever since.
The sword gave him a clear concept and view on the future lost in the chaos, distortion and rubble were in his way and he could not see through, but he always held his sword in hand and sliced through everything.
He built up his sect and the deepest memory etched in his mind started to resurface from the water depths, memories filled with joy and sorrows, tears of joy and blood of pain, neverending despair and the ongoing light.
Lancelot was his first disciple, the one who gave him hope for once and truly felt joy ever since losing his family.
The sorrow was from when he first lost Charlotte, he has never shown it to anyone, but who could see the razor sharp gla.s.s piece stabbing at his heart ever since that day?
Tears of joy everytime he makes an major improvement, yet this would always be followed by a stream of blood which was the effort he paid off.
The wisdom he had may be natural, but his weakness of cultivation talent was gradually improved through his own efforts and the help of the Phoenix sword.
On the way to the Moss forest, he encountered the Moss family who was renowned for the domination they own on water, seven Martial Emperors stronger than a Martial Saint when they come together.
As for their wars.h.i.+ps, all of the seven Martial Emperors possessed one wars.h.i.+p for themselves solely. Each was armed with the latest technology they develop and the strongest crew they can a.s.sembled.
They were a force to be reckoned with and on water, even the entire upper realm might not win them in a battle.
After that, he disappeared for a period of time and mastered the basics of all nine foundations completely and left that mysterious place which he was tricked into by his master.
By the time he regained freedom, it was already the start of the King Forces tournament which he rushed towards after Lancelot"s desperate call.
At the King forces tournament, he made two of the five forces join his sect, the other three were forced to admit defeat as the Nirvana sect claimed victory.
He had made arrangements to seek the Soaring Sword sect after it, but his life was turned upside down.
And that... Lead him to where he was now.
All of a sudden, he felt heat and warmth returning to his body...