Throughout the Endless Blessed Plane, countless worlds exists whithin the endless void. Those who are able to awaken their spiritual root are able to embark on the path of cultivation and seek their own path to immortality. The path to immortality has never been easy.
Cultivators cultivate in order to escape the shackles of death and shed their mortality, to go against the heaven and defy fate and destiny.
But, how many of them can ascend to become an immortal and sit on the throne of a Great Emperor? Only those who are born with the will of iron and perseverance of a mountain will have the chance to become one.
Talent, luck and the will power to go against the heavens also comes into play.
The Profound Spirit Academy, the hegemonic force of the Profound Spirit Continent. For thousands of years, they have been the undisputed ruler of this continent. They choose only the most talented amongst the most talented of talents as their disciples. It can be said that all of the best talents in this continent can be found on this very academy.
At this very moment, all of the elders and ancestors of the Profound Spirit Academy are gathered at the grand hall of the academy.
The air was tense and none of the core disciples dare to spoke.
Not when there are ancestors of the academy standing on the round table alongside the elders.
"The Main Academy has spoken. They will send down a disciple for a 'visit'.
A ripple of murmurs spread. The ancestors frowned.
"The Main Academy rarely concerns themselves with a branch institution like ours. What is the purpose of this disciple being sent down here?"
"Nothing much is known. They only told us to treat him with utmost respect no matter what."
One of the elders sneered, "Who does he thinks he is? Just because he is a genius from the upper world, he thinks he can just come here and acts like he owns this place?"
"Ironically enough, I indeed owns each and everyone of you." A voice suddenly spoke inside the hall, surprising all those who are present.
"Who's there?!" One of the ancestors shouted, his aura blazing the surrounding space.
At the entrance of the hall, the space ruptured, revealing a man clad in blue robe. A sword was hung on his waist.
His long blue hair flows down to reached his back while his blue eyes shows the tranquility and the calmness of the ocean. However, surrounding his body is a terrifying sword intent, so cold, so indifferent and so detached.
Just one look and some of the ancestors are already shaking in fear.
That gaze, it's like staring at eyes of the devil himself.
Ignoring their gazes, the man took a step forward, his boots creating a resounding noise through the hall as he steps on the floor. With every steps, the surroundings started to freeze over.
Before anyone realise it, the entire hall had been frozen over.
"Greetings everyone, my name is Wu Tiandi. Let's just say, I am hailed from the main line within the Main Academy." Wu Tiandi said as he continues to marches towards them.
The others tremble.
The Main line?
Does that mean that he is a disciple of that man?
Doesn't that means his status is higher than any of them present?
Damn those Main Academy elders!
As expected. The Main Academy had not informed them of this important information.
Wu Tiandi calmly click his fingers.
Headmaster Yun widened his eyes, feeling the space around him distorted and in the next moment, he is already sitting on a chair on the lower ground.
'How? From his aura alone, he is clearly just a Core Condensation realm disciple, then how is it possible for him to manipulate space?!' Headmaster Yun began to panic.
Wu Tiandi ignores their gazes and sat down, freezing the chair into a a frozen throne of ice the moment he did so.
"So tell me, has there been anyone worthy enough to catch my attention?" Wu Tiandi calmly asked.
Despite the calmness of his voice, the rest instinctively tensed up.
His voice was calm yes. But his eyes are filled with a dense killing intent so dense, many others only have one thought.
Just how many have he killed in order to have such a dense killing intent?
Wu Tiandi calmly look at the reactions of the elders and ancestors of the Profound Spirit Academy. The institution itself is rather powerful.
In the Central World he came from, such institution is worthy to be considered a small sect. It's just that even in the Central World he came from, even the best factions would have to heed to his words.
"We-well, there are two rising stars if-if we are talking about the younger generation." One of the elders stuttered.
"Two rising stars?" Wu Tiandi's eyes gleams.
One of the ancestors scoffed, "One was an ascendant from a lower realm while the other is just a rouge cultivator without any backing."
"Everyone knows that talents from the lower realm are not worth mentioning and what can a rouge cultivator do without any sect or backing?" The ancestor added.
"You are just petty that the rouge cultivator humiliated and killed a disciple of the Dark Night Palace whom you had taken an interest as a disciple."
Wu Tiandi ignores the two childish ancestors.
Instead, his gaze peers into the intricate strings of karma everywhere. These karmic strings connected everything under the heavens with the power of karma.
They are ethereal, filling up everything and connecting all living and non-living beings. At that moment, his vision turns into a world of red strings.
If others were to see such sight, they would undoubtedly gone insane. Luckily, his comprehension over the law of karma is rather high.
Then, he sees it.
Two individuals, miles apart and yet at the same time they are not.
A long red strings connected the three of them.
Hang on.....
They are also connected?
Both of them are fated to be together?
Without him even realising it, Wu Tiandi's hand gripped the frozen throne so hard, the armrest shattered to tiny pieces. His killing intent rising, freezing the others in fear.
Right on que, as if sensing his presence, the two youths look up to the sky, meeting his gaze.
Two pairs of gazes met his gaze, not showing any hint of surprise. One is as cold as the artic, while the other has a hint of amusement within those pair of golden orbs.
With a snort, one of the connections was cut off.
"Now, it'sthat quiteinteresting." A voice chuckle
Amusement.
Mockery.
Disdains.
Wu Tiandi's eyes twtich.
On the other side of the connections, a blindfolded youth raise the cup of tea he is holding, an amused smile plastered all over his face.
Liu Yang took a sip from the cup of tea, a calm and relaxed expression on his face.
Hmm, such an aromatic tea. I hope the owner won't be mad that I secretly took his tea without his consent.
The entrance exam continue like usual.
A few talented youths were accepted, sadly many of them have failed their test, the grade of their spiritual root being too low or their spiritual root simply not being compatible with the techniques of the Flaming Blade Sect.
For cultivators, spiritual root determine the affinity a person has with spiritual Qi. The higher the grade, the better the absorption rate of spiritual Qi. There are nine grades of spiritual root, 1st to 3rd grade being a mortal grade. These types of spiritual root are considered as trash and most sects won't bother to even accept them. At the very least, they will be taken in as a working disciple. 1th grade is low, 2nd grade is middle and 3rd,is high
4th to the 6th grade are known as earth grade. For small clans, these types of talents are already the best they can have. With enough resources and opportunity, breaking through to the peak of the Golden Core realm is possible. 4th is low, 5th is middle and 6th is high
Lastly, heavenly grade spiritual root being spiritual roots in them7tu to the 9th grade. 7th is low, 8th is middle and 9th is high.
In addition, there are two types of spiritual roots.
True spiritual root where a person only has one type of spiritual root. Those who are born with only one type of spiritual root means that they only need to cultivate one type of spiritual Qi. Of course, cultivator can also cultivate other forms of spiritual Qi that is not related to the elements of their spiritualroot, but doing so is extremely hard.
Secondly, is the false spiritual root where cultivators are born with two spiritual of different elements. For example wood and water. Depending on the elements of the spiritual root, this can be a good thing or a bad thing.
Good if the elements are compatible with one another. Water nurtures wood, wood nurtures fire, fire nurtures earth, earth nurtures metal, metal nurtures water.
Bad if the elements are incompatible with one another. Wood affects the earth with its roots, the soil absorbs water, water extinguishes fire, fire melts metal and metal chops wood.
The Flaming Blade Sect, one of the Four Great Forces of this continent. Their status is just below the Profound Spirit Academy, and their mastery over the blades far surpassed any other sects on this continent.
"No! Please! I had taken a loan from a loan shark just for the journey to arrive here. Please, benevolent elders, give a second chance." A young man who had failed the test begged, kneeling on the floor.
The elder snorted, "You think we don't know that you are wanted by many sects for having killed many of their disciples, foolish!."
Without giving him the time to react, the elder kicked the young man.
"Next!" The elder shouted impatiently.
Hearing this, Liu Yang finally stood up from his seat. The moment he did so, all the participants were surprised.
They had not noticed him.
Since when did he sat there?l
The exam had been going on for a few hours now and this is the first time they had sensed him.
Even some of the elders narrowed their eyes. Given their cultivation, they naturally have long sensed him drinking the tea. What shocked them was the vitality of his flesh.
His vitality is surging like a flowing river. Every steps that he took are slow yet steady, each movements carrying an undeniable weight. The morning sun shone a golden hue over his body, highlighting the toned muscles underneath his black robe. He is only twelve, but he is quite tall for his age.
Liu Yang is a young man in black robe with long black hair that reaches down to his back. He quite beautiful despite being a male, his skin is as flawless and smooth as jade, with a piece of black cloth that wrapped around his head, hiding his eyes but adding hint of mystery around him.
'What a powerful fleshly body.' Some of the elders can't help but commented.
Despite all the gazes around, Liu Yang remains calm. He continues to walks to the testing platform, an air of laziness and calmness around him.
Arriving at the top of the platform, he greeted the elders, "Greetings, elders."
'Arrogant.' All the elders on the platform thought of the same thing.
Liu Yang had indeed greeted them. But he merely greeted them as a form of formality. He simply cupped his fist as a shown of respect for their status. Nothing more and nothing less.
Still, the elders simply nodded their heads. Given the strength of his physical body, it is clear that Liu Yang is a genius. Geniuses like him are naturally arrogant.
"Put your hands on the testing stone. It will scan your spiritual root, the amount of the spiritual meridians you've opened and your current cultivation realm."
Liu Yang do as he was told. The moment he did so, the stone lit up in a bright white light.
When the lights fades out, the elders stood, shocked at what they are seeing.
"Pe-peak Body Tempering realm, al-all spiritual meridians opened and-and defect spiritual root, no-no elements."