chapter 2

In a giant circular building similar to an arena, a seven or eight years old boy was standing in the center.

He had tan healthy skin, white hair that looked almost silver and very pointy, and a pretty face adorned by two golden eyes with a hint of blue. He was honestly cute no matter who looked at him.

Such a lovable boy actually had a face stained with blood. His arms were also covered with blood. His small arms were grasping a large sword.

This sword was longer than the boy was tall. He only barely managed to hold onto it with both hands.

Along the sword's thick hilt, blood continued to drip downwards. On the ground around the little boy was scattered pieces of flesh and puddles of blood. Organs, incomplete corpses; this area resembled a slaughterhouse.

The boy lowered his head and supported himself on the large sword. He gasped for breath as his body coursed with pain in tiredness.

"Are you ready to continue?"

At this time, a faint voice echoed out.

The boy was startled up. He looked up at the sound.

"I… am tired…"

The boy muttered with difficulty. But at this time, from not too far away, a man appeared.

He wore simple green robes, his body was lithe and limber, his long black hair bound into a simple ponytail which reaches his waist. His face is thin and sunken, his features were completely ordinary. On his side a sword and an indifferent expression in his face. He was Xuanyuan Wentian, the Sword Master of the Mighty Heavenly Sword Region.

"On the battlefield, the enemy will not give you time to rest…"

As Wentian spoke he gently waved his hand. From not too far away, an iron gate was opened.

From behind this iron gate, multiple life forms wrapped in chains appeared.

These were… profound beasts!

Not only that, due to some sort of reason, these profound beasts had lost their minds and had turned crazy.

Roar - !

Dozens of profound beasts roared out together. As they looked at the boy, their eyes were filled with bloodthirst and killing intent.

Of these profound beasts, the vast majority were originally of the kind that possessed low intelligence. After being stimulated by a secret technique, they had gone crazy and were now no different from mindless berserker beasts.

Seeing this boy these profound beasts instantly became ferocious.

Ao!

The crowd of profound beasts howled as they rushed towards this boy!

Seeing these vicious and murderous profound beasts, the boy clenched her teeth. He wielded his sword and brought it slashing down. Sword light sparkled as abyssal after profound beasts was cut apart by him!

Countless corpses littered the ground. Blood dyed his face, his clothes, drenched his entire body in a disgusting odor of death, as if he were someone that had crawled out from the blood ponds of hell.

For such a cute boy to be drenched in thick blood, the visual impact of such a scene was as incredible as it was horrifying. it was hard to imagine that the surrounding massacre had been committed by his apparently soft hands.

The old man looked on indifferently as the profound beasts rushed forwards. He only waved his hand and another group of wild profound beasts flushed out of another gate.

These profound beasts were even more formidable than the previous ones. They howled out as they raced towards the boy who kept fighting with his life on the line.

The most surprising, however, was that the boy currently did not have even a tiny bit of cultivation energy on him. As he continued moving desperately and with the strength to execute all those profound beasts he was only depending on his flesh and the sharpness of his sword. It was a suicidal training method that was usually never used by anyone as it was far too cruel, but the results such a method offers would definitely be the best. The person would grow their aura and the sword connection to the limit using it, becoming one with the sword.

According to this method the person should only start training with profound energy after reaching what one would call Sword Master. The division of levels for this is as such:

1 - Sword Learning

2 - Sword Master

3 - Sword Great Master

4 - Revered Sword Artist

5 - Sword King

6 - Sword Emperor

7 - Sword Sovereign

8 - Sovereign of Swords

9 - Sword Saint

10 - Sword God

11 - Origin Sword

This method was found on a secret realm by an great elder thousands of years ago, right when the Mighty Heavenly Sword Region was formed.

It is a method to bring out all the potential of someone. It is expected that with this method someone, should be able to forcefully reach the divine realm of legends. This is due to the spirituality of it, this method should allow someone to train their souls, Dao Heart, disposition, intent, and mentality beyond the normal limits of this world and, if the person has the right mentality and is given enough energy it must be possible to reach the divine realm even within a world like this where it should be impossible.

Not that anyone has ever managed it, the method's mortality rate was far too high and the chance of the person not even passing from Revered Sword Master to Sword King is very high. Heck, even reaching Sword Master before starting to train with the profound way is absolutely hard, to the point most consider it neigh impossible, and in the boy's case, he would only be allowed to practice in the profound way when he reaches either 14 or Great Sword Master. And it is only at Sword Emperor that someone can have their soul equal to the level of a divinity. It is known on the Realm of Gods as the worst method for training to reach high levels, there isn't anyone who is at the level of a mid realm king with it and the number of people who couldn't even reach Divinity with it on the Realm of the Gods is staggering.

However, what no one knew was that this was a method that would only work best if the person has a soul fragment of a human that has reached high enough a level to serve as a guiding light until the user himself can reach the ultimate level. It was a technique created by the Origin God to represent the origin of all sword techniques. However, this technique was far from unique. The Origin God has spread this same technique scriptures hundreds of times throughout the universe and no one has ever practiced it to the Sovereign of Swords realm.

For Wentian the divine way meant everything. If he could grow a disciple to that level then this disciple would take him to the Realm of Gods where he would become a divine as well before returning to rule these lands. The raising of the boy was but one of his plans, but it should be worth something regardless of how unlikely it is to work.

The boy, of course, was his adopted son Xuanyuan Chao Tiandi. Tiandi's life was training, simple as that.

He didn't spend a single wake moment of his life without his sword, he usually only eats when he passes out cold and likely bloody from the attacks by the profound beasts. Not that he eats right away. No, he instead is forced into a medicinal bath with very specific medicinal herbs that can heal him quickly but at the price of facing tremendous amounts of pain. This way the Dao Heart of the person grows more steadily by each time as he survived through the pain and as many of the medicines are poisonous the person also obtains resistance to poison.

Tiandi never received any form of affection the entire time he has been in this place. His contact with others beside Wentia was only some great elders who came to make sure he didn't die in training. Well, physically die since many kids end up going crazy before long while training this thing. The only reason Tiandi was mostly fine was because of the inheritance he received of Shiro Amakusa.

One thing that Tiandi did not expect was that when the Origin God said that he would receive the Heroic Spirit's full inheritance it wasn't just the techniques and powers. It was some of the person's divine soul that was transferred as well.

That divine soul helped stabilize the soul of Tiandi whenever it was close to collapsing and allowed him to continue this training that was as good as a suicide attempt.

Whenever Tiandi slept he would see the memories of Shiro Amakusa and all his techniques would be more and more perfect.

So Tiandi continued to train, and train and train, and train, and train and train, and train, and train and train, and train, and train, until finally, at the age of twelve, it happened.

With one emotionless and perfect swing, something happened. Tiandi's disposition changed and a unique energy could be sensed to have changed in him. Wentian smiled slightly seeing that change, for that meant the boy now reached the Great Sword Master level of the Origin Sword technique.

"Good, use the rest of the day to rest up and tomorrow you will go to the Heavenly Sword Profound Pavilion to choose a profound technique to practice. We will then send you to learn more of the world after you have gained some insights on the profound way." Wentian said, he had little choice in that regard since the technique clearly states that its user needs not only to learn of fighting but of life and death, as well as emotions and experience to be able to reach the peak.

Of course, he has allowed all this because he wanted the boy to trust him and, when he is to reach the divine way and is on his most fragile point of breakthrough, Wentian will implant a slave seal on him to control the little slave. He just didn't do it until now because the seal might jeopardize the cultivation's progress.

Well, Tiandi already expects something like that anyway so there wouldn't be a problem anyway.

The next day Tiandi went to the Sword Profound Pavilion to take a look for profound arts. The technique he was currently using is more of a mentality focused technique, an intent so to say.

He looked at all the profound arts and chose one easily enough. It is called Myriad Sword Roads, a profound art that focuses on learning all manners of sword techniques to the limit. It is a profound art that isn't particularly great at anything but is good enough in everything regarding sword, the only problem is that he needs a more basic one to start so he chose the Crimson Wind profound art, a profound art suitable to start cultivation until True Profound Realm and is focused on sword and fire attribute arts.

With that done he went to his courters. On the way, the disciples started talking about him, especially the female disciples that kept sending glances at the 10 years old boy with admiration.

"Young master Tiandi is amazing. He managed to reach the Sword Master realm at only 10."

"Yeah, but isn't he kinda cold? I mean, I never hear him talk with anyone outside of training."

"What are you talking about, young master Tiandi is just that cool aloof type, he definitely is just waiting for the right someone to break his tough exterior."

Such talks were normal amongst the young female disciples, meanwhile, the boys would talk about beating him up and challenging him the first chance they got for taking too much attention from the girls. The reason for him to take attention actually being that his looks were exotic and beautiful while his personality being so aloof and distant was highly desirable for these female profound practitioners who looked for a strong male. And while Tiandi was still very weak no one doubted he would reach great heights, some of the disciples even thinking he might one day become the next Sword Master of the Mighty Heavenly Sword Region.

Tiandi, for his part just kept moving quietly for his quarters and upon entering it he closed it quietly before looking around the quarters. He remembered that his quarters were made with a strong jade with the characteristic of being soundproof and blocking divine sense, they used it for his quarters to ensure that no one would use their divine sense on him and disturb him during his cultivation. After seeing that it was fine he kicked the table with all his force, if not for it being made of strong jade it would have been broken already.

"YOU SHITLOAD OF FUCKING CUNT, MAGGOTS, COCK-SUCKER WITH A STICK UP YOUR SMELLY LOOSE ASS! YOU PUT ME THROUGH HELL EVERY FUCKING DAY, SO I WILL PERSONALLY DELIVER YOU ALL TO THE ASS OF SATAN HIMSELF IF I HAVE TO! EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE YOU PISS POOR EXCUSE FOR A LIVING BEING IS A ENDORSEMENT FOR ABORTION! YOU SHITSTAIN AND ALL YOUR FRIENDS ARE A COLLECTIVE MASTERPIECE OF FAILURES OF CREATION! YOU GLITTER-TOWN COCK-WRANGLING FAIRY-TINKLE FAG-PUFFIN FUCK NUGGETS ALL CAN JUST WAIT AS YOU ALL ARE GONNA GET YOUR COLLECTIVE ANAL CAVITIES STRETCHED SO FAR APART YOU WILL THINK YOU ARE GETTING DOUBLE FISTED AS I BET YOU ALL DREAM TO BE YOU BUNCH OF SUBMISSIVE MASSOCHISTS F-"

KNOCK KNOCK

A knock on the door could be heard as Tiandi stopped talking and moved to the door and opened it. On the other side was Wendian who was looking at him.

"Did you chose the cultivation method already?" Wendian asked.

"Yes, I chose the Crimson Wind profound art to create a base for practice." Tiandi said in a calm tone and a slight smile to his face that made Wendian believe him.

"I see. Good choice son, practice it well and when you reach the True Profound Realm we will send you to be with one of our subsidiaries to see more of the world." Wendian said.

"Thank you for the consideration, adoptive father. I won't let you down." Tiandi said.

"Good, if you need help later just look for any of the elders for an explanation. In three months we will be housing a competition amongst the youth and you should try and participate." Wendian said and Tiandi nodded and bowed as Wendian left.

After Wendian left Tiandi closed the door slowly and not a second after he closed the door Tiandi opened his mouth again.

"Asshole, you are just lucky you are too old otherwise I would fight you on that competition and chop off your shivered balls, put'em where your eyes should be, put a sombrero up your head, and beat you like a pinata." Tiandi said before moving to a corner, sitting down, and restarting his cultivation. He needs strength if he is to get out of this place and get his revenge one day.

Unfortunately, he can't do anything for now, but that is only for now. Behind his smile the darkness growing is something no one knows as of now, the sort of disaster he will be for this whole continent.