During the era of chaos, humans, demons, and the beast clans, where engaged in a great war. A war that brought catastrophic damage to the world, the reason for this battle was unknown.

Details of the war disappeared, but it aftermath caused devastating effects, causing space rifts form in the fabric of reality, appearing around the world.

To save itself the word consumed countless treasures and with the countless experts lost in the battle and famous clan that got destroyed or disappeared into the passing of time due to their foundation destroyed along with divine beasts like the phoenix clan that lost the majority of it members to the battle and numerous beast clan like the divine kun clan got destroyed.

In the beginning of the war a famed genius from a mysterious sword clan whose name was left unknown in the fragmented details left about the war, rose to fame his achievement not known, but still his fame reached peak. But suddenly in the middle of the war, the genius and his clan disappeared, and their merit's as if erased was wiped away one by one until forgotten by all.

 After the passing of the war countless clan rose in succession while ancient clans that survived became stronger but a clan who achievement rivaled by none disappeared, and so a hundred year have passed, and the chaos era slowly ended and the era of Dao began.

 Summer slowly end has autumn fall, the healthy trees will have its leaves slowly wither and fall, struggling to survive.

In an old looking courtyard, a boy is seen laying down on the grass next to a tree, as he stares at the setting sun in the distance.

His gaze seem to travel through time, as he emits an archaic aura. The lively leaves seem to stop their movement as if in response to his aura, if anyone was here the scene would have shocked those who knew of his reputation.

Everyone was familiar with the trash of braymhch family in the entire clear spring city, the son of the family head of one of the three greatest family in the city, the trash who hasn't broken past the first body cultivating stage, practically the weakest person in the city, but in this tiny hall even an ant the tiniest of creatures dares not move in face of this aura, the leaves dare not rustle in front of his presence.

Hundred years have passed and here I am, it has been 14 years since my soul reincarnated in this body, I have searched everywhere throughout this city yet history seem have forgotten my clan is this their work, are they that eager to make the world forget us, is this fate – we fought so hard in the Frontline against those abominable creatures yet chased neither fame, treasures, nor their acceptance.

All for what – for the human race we fight for to stab us in the back, fate ha what a laughable fate. I have stayed long enough in this city time to head to royal academy the exams should be in two years, should it not. Letting out a long sigh, the boy whose face seemed so ordinary that it could not be perceived shone with a brilliance that seems to dim the light of the setting sun.

The scene that could have change the perception of the so called trash then faded, as the boy stood up and walked out his shadow seem to carry the burden of the word yet he kept his shoulder straight, and brilliance hidden once again, as his presence faded in the background of the ordinary looking courtyard.

At the braymhch family

 " Welcome back young master how was your evening stroll, was the sunset pleasing to look at "an old man looking to be in his 80s with is back slightly bent and head lowered."

 "Mmm it was pleasing to the eyes" Galahad responds as he walks into his personal courtyard

 "Also tell my father that he should send me some herbs I have decided to begin cultivation the secular words holds no allure in my eyes. Now leave me be" leaving his command behind Galahad walks straight into is room leaving the slightly stunned and trembling old man alone.

 "Finally the young lord have decided to cultivate his lord will be pleased, I have to inform him of this at this instant"

 After saying this, the weak looking old man took a step and appeared 10 meters away while leaving no footstep behind, the courtyard sank into silence once more,only the rustling leaves and the falling sun in the distance as it brilliance slowly fades and the word embraces the darkness.

 Meanwhile, the old man appears in front of a majestic looking building, his presence concealed once more, his back bent, and head lowered.

He slowly enters the courtyard, his feet making no noise, as if afraid he might disturb the presence inside. Reaching in front of the door he slowly knocked three times and the door slowly opened.

The entire room looks bright and spacious obviously meant to entertain guest. A man sitting on a rocking chair, with his back turned as he watches the sun slowly fade away from the window.

 The old man seeing the back of the man knelt down respectfully, then a voice filled with authority addresses him.

 " What do you want Hendrick, I told u to protect my son and stay with him, so unless it is of great importance you will not be exempted from punishment "

 The man sitting stands up as he faces the old man with a bright smile, yet his face was hazy. Seeing the man get up, and seeing that very smile the old man shudders and bows down till his head touches the floor

  " It is something of great importance my lord the young master has sent me to request of herbs to cultivate, and he said he no longer find interest in the secular world"

 The man with a bright smile seemed slightly stunned

" That is something of importance. Alright go back and tomorrow you can go collect the herb"

The man smiled brightly before continuing

"No longer interested in the secular world is it. What am imposing sentence, even me the great head of the braymhch family dares not say such. Such fine words indeed, tell him that if he can cultivate well and pass the royal academy upcoming test, I shall prepare for him a sword that befits him"

 Finishing his statement the man burst into laughter.

Then, the old man no longer daring to stay, stood up with his head lowered walked out the door, the head of the braymhch family laughter still resounding in the room.

 Back in the young lord courtyard.

Inside a room, Galahad seats down cross-legged on a cultivation mat, as he takes a deep breath while pondering.

 "In my last life though my cultivation speed was the best, and I made a mistake that cost me. Now I can change this, the first three cultivation realms signifies the importance of the body and the mind. The first cultivation stage :

 The body tempering stage, it consists of four minor realms; bone tempering

Iron skin

marrow cleansing

Body shedding

This four stage are important for the foundation of become an expert. Although in my past life I used the best treasure in completing this stage but in fact I lacked perseverance.

For 14 years since I have been reborned, I have being cleansing my body each year by utilizing the natural properties of the world, and observing the change of the seasons, linking the understanding to my body physique, and can now easily adapt to any situation the moment I start cultivating. But my path is that of the sword, so why do I need my body to be able to cultivate all form of arts.

My path Is that of the sword only. In my previous life I saw an ancient technique, and I finally completed it today.

It requires you to be exactly 14 years, without any hint of cultivating at all. Even if u cripple yourself and tried to cultivate the art, it still won't work.

Only a 14 years old who has not cultivated at all, can cultivate it, and I have waited fourteen years since my rebirth, just to cultivate my sword physique and looking at the complete art it was all worth it.

Taking a deep breath, I circulated the technique that I have long imprinted in my head.

Slowly the changes the season tempering did to my body, was slowly purged, bringing excruciating pain.

I gritted my teeth together, balled my fist tightly, piercing my skin with my fingers. In just a minute my entire body was drenched in sweat, then slowly blackish substance started to be removed from my body.

Slowly the impurities got purged. It took ten minute for the process to end, and slowly my skin started to glitter.

Breaking thought the first stage of the body tempering stage, but instead of a metallic hue like most it was a sliver like hue it seemed ethereal almost nonexistent. My skin was pure white, without any blemish, with an obsidian black eyes that looked unfathomable and hair glittering gray.

Standing up slowly I walked towards the water I had prepared, removing my clothes I dipped my body into the cold water slowly closing my eyes, as I fell asleep into due to the exhaustion.

The Next Morning

Inside the herbs and pill building of the Braymhch family.

“What? So many herbs, just for that trash young master?”

Hearing the commotion, some idle family members wandered into the building. The old butler calmly looked at the white-bearded elder who was raising a ruckus. As more people began to gather, the butler slipped his hand into his robe and brought out a seal.

“Elder Ken, I didn’t know the family head’s seal no longer held authority—or that you would dare defy it.”

At the sight of the seal, the white-bearded elder shuddered.

“Not at all! I didn’t realize it was for the family head. I wouldn’t dare refuse otherwise.”

With a forced smile, the elder ordered his men to gather the requested herbs and then respectfully returned the seal.

The old butler collected it and stood in silence, waiting. As the crowd dispersed—no one daring to linger after seeing the family head’s seal—a few of the direct descendants of other elders chose to remain, curious to see what would happen. The butler noticed them but said nothing. After several minutes, the herbs were brought over.

The elder handed them to the butler with a polite nod, as though apologizing for the delay. The old butler, seeing everyone’s misunderstanding, chose not to correct it.

“It’s better if the young master shocks them himself,” he thought, and left the building, heading toward the young master’s courtyard.

When he reached the gates, he slowed his pace, pushed open the wooden door, and entered.

Inside the courtyard, a boy was practicing with a wooden sword. He swung downward again and again, each strike starting slow and finishing fast. Sweat dripped down his forehead, but he did not stop. The wooden sword trembled with each blow.

When the boy noticed the gate open, he glanced over briefly. Seeing the old butler carrying a bag of herbs, he took a deep breath, then resumed training as if nothing had happened.

The butler, realizing the young master was focused, quietly went inside the house, set the herbs down near the inner room, and decided to brew some tea.

After a while, Galahad walked toward him. The butler stood near a bench beneath a tree. Sitting down, Galahad accepted the cup offered to him, drinking slowly before exhaling a faint mist.

“How refreshing. I didn’t know you could make tea.”

The butler bowed slightly.

“You flatter me, young master. As one grows older, you pick up a thing or two.”

As Galahad sipped his tea elegantly, the butler thought to himself:

“Is it just me, or does the young master look different now? More… striking. Before, his aura blended with the surroundings, nearly invisible. Now it feels like a sheathed sword, waiting to be drawn.”

He shook his head.

“No, perhaps I just wasn’t paying attention before.”

Before he could dwell on it further, Galahad spoke.

“So, what message has my father sent you with?”

Looking toward the rising sun, Galahad blew gently on his tea. The butler, pulled from his thoughts, refilled his cup and said,

“How perceptive of you, young master. The lord said that if you can pass the Royal Academy entrance test, he will grant you a gift.”

Galahad tilted his head slightly toward him, then looked back at his tea. After taking another sip, he rose, picked up his wooden sword, and said,

“The minimum requirement to even attempt that test is the Spirit Actualization stage. Some geniuses might even reach the Divine Body stage by then. Taking first place will not be easy.”

The butler froze, stunned.

“F-First place, young master? No, no, the lord only said entering the academy is enough.”

The courtyard fell silent. Even the leaves seemed to hold their breath. Galahad turned slowly, the sword in his hand, his expression carrying a smile that was not quite a smile.

“Are you saying you want me to settle for less than first place?”

His voice was colder than the night. Step by step, he approached the butler and lightly patted his shoulder before turning away. Instantly, the suffocating atmosphere dispersed.

“Go and relay my words to my father,” Galahad said, his tone calm once again. “Also, in three months, I will enter secluded cultivation. Once that time is over, you and I will set out on a journey to temper my sword heart.”

With that, he resumed swinging his sword.

The old butler bowed deeply and quietly left the courtyard. When he closed the gate behind him, his body trembled, his back drenched in sweat.

“What was that aura the young master emitted? Terrifying… And that smile—it was so much like the lord’s. Even though I’m in the Divine Body Realm, I felt fear.”

Taking a deep breath, the butler’s figure blurred as he moved toward the majestic building at the heart of the Braymhch family estate. But this time, his aura was clearly unsettled.