1 Pilot
Thunderclaps approached from the distance. Lightning streaked across the dark grey rolling clouds frightening The weak hearted with each flash. The vast expanse of the sky was covered in turbulent weather like a prelude to the apocalypse.
Suddenly, a flash of starry light revealed two tall figures. A beautiful raven haired young woman with deep onyx eyes and an oval face. She exuded an aura of holiness and supremacy. She clutched in her hands a blanket containing an adorable wide eyed baby. His beautiful green eyes and curly Brown hair created a picturesque baby image, so loveable you wanted to kiss and pinch his cheeks for eternity .
Standing tall beside them was a handsome man whose steady eyes, straight jawline and bulging muscles embodied masculinity.
Another man appeared after another flash of light. He had several grotesque scars decorating his face giving others a feeling of scorn and terror. With a stiff face he ordered,
" That child has stolen the ancient sacred arts and he must be imprisoned for judgment by our Seven Deity Sun Monarch and the other monarchs."
The woman titled her arms and shielded the child from their enemy. Her eyes looked affectionately at the little bundle in her arms like a cool spring breeze gently caressing his every feature.
Her attitude underwent a 180 and was filled with burning resentment and hatred threatening to spill out of her watery eyes like lava to burn her pursuer's face even more beyond recognition than it already was.
"Glite shut your damned mouth! Who doesn't know that the seven forces have never deciphered the mysterious ancient runes found in the Declivis Forrgotten Astral Tomb."
"That ancient tomb dates back from the uncharted immemorial era where even gods were ants. My clan and the other five agreed to face the dangers with yours. And we all reaped great rewards after conquering the tomb worthy of the sacrifices made by our clans."
"The ancient runes we found in the tomb's depths were fluid and intangible , at one moment they would disappear and in the next they would spiral. Despite all our best efforts we failed to understand it yet you dare claim possession!!!!!"
The Brown haired man's face twisted in anger as he bellowed at the scarred man.
"You have shone too brightly in your rise Zen of the hammer... The seven kings don't need an eighth."
His gaze turned to the beautiful woman as he continued, "You even plucked the flower sought after by many men of the seven cardinal forces. You all need to know your place and this is the thought of many who've suffered from your brilliant rise."
Zen clenched his teeth in anger and frustration.
If i could just use my full strength...!!!
Zen's gaze fell upon his wife, seeing her pale face he knew child birth had taken quite a toll on her despite her strength which was only slightly weaker than his. Her eyes met his as their sorrow reflected between them.
He suffered from an invisible curse art birthed from a peculiar constellation which contained his strength. Nonetheless, he thrusted his weak arms that couldn't even lift his weapon, towards Glite but it was all futile.
Even with their fierce blows filled with resentment without the world energy to support their blows they were as weak as mortals. They watched helplessly as Glite scoured their son's soul and finding nothing, piercing his tiny heart.
Zen's pupils dilated and Claris his wife opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out.
After what seemed like an eternity letting their son's death skin they lifelessly slumped to the ground. Seeing their display unfit of the peak level expert beings they were, he snorted in disdain.
The baby's body fell lifelessly down the steep cliff formed from their descent to this inferior plane. Zen and Claris were still emotionally dead when Grite's figure flew back from a quick impact. He was hit over Seven kilometres away.
Standing at Grite's previous position was an elderly bald man with muscles larger than Zen's. But as if affected by the atmosphere present he shed tears as well. Words were not needed seeing his child and his wife's state and the absence of that cute baby body, he'd be an idiot to not know that he was too late.
Another figure appeared behind the three but stayed silent as well. He bowed and waited for them to take the initiative to allow him to escort them home. He was their most trusted confidante, Black.
"Lords the seal is siphoning our strength and vitality as we speak, if we stay any longer our foundations will be harmed. "
An invisible force opened its gaping maws at them. Threatening them to get out of this lower class world before they destroyed it, just by releasing a bit of their true power.
Under Black's sustained pleading, their deaf ears heard again, and they left this low ranked particle world.
....
Some time after they left.
Beneath the precipice where the baby fell,
It's tiny body was unmoving but he was recently birthed so his flesh looked chubby and lush , unless you checked you wouldn't even know that he was dead. But within his chest , unseen by outside eyes, bright silver runes flickered into existence. They swam like fish in a stream: through, around, and above his pierced heart.
In an instant they converged on his heart , replacing his lost flesh while stimulating his blood cells and tissue to multiply to heal his injury. In but a few hours, the baby's heart had recovered, but he had yet to awaken. The runes transformed into fluidic lines and joined with his embryonic meridians.
Hours passed and the baby had finally opened its eyes. Its round lively eyes were now silver coloured and so was its curly hair. Innocent and naive of the ways of the world .
A few hours later the baby experienced the feeling of a hole in its stomach, it's first feeling of hunger. But as baby, what could it do? Tears sprouted from its eyes and his loud cries echoed beneath the precipice unfortunately no ears were there to hear him.
All that was heard was his echoes bouncing back towards him.
After the hunger became truly pronounced, he began to lick the the tiny stones beneath him.
Instinctively it knew it shouldn't swallow the stones but their inner minerals and the grass nearby allowed it to survive. A baby who's first days were like this..... anyone who saw this would find the urge the curse his parents.
Time passed and from crawling to walking the baby grew up thin. On observing the insects climbing the walls he followed suit and naturally fell on his bony behind. After much trial and error it climbed the steep precipice. His body was far too powerful and resilient for someone his age. A body that evolved to survive hardship.
Tiny muscles were also beginning to grow firm and tough. Though his lack of sufficient nutrients made this less obvious. Seeing the world outside of his dark corner he was pleasantly refreshed by green nature.
The damage caused by his killer back then, destroyed that otherwise beautiful image of natural beauty. He was tempted to sleep but his survival instincts prompted him to scout the area. After finding a suitable spot in a hollow tree , he fell asleep.
Days passed and he journeyed to the south and after a month he found a village of humans. Intrigued he looked around. It was a brand new world of wonder to him. Filled with different things unfamiliar to him.
In just a day and night he made new discoveries: cooking, clothes, talking, females, old, young and a variety of the otherwise ordinary.
Seeing an absent minded naked toddler swaggering around people had the urge to laugh, many approached him but he avoided them on instinct.
Such was human nature, had he been a scarred and ugly child no one would spare him a glance. But his silvery adorableness like a baby shaped canvas of silver was enticing to strangers.
As such, He became a homeless dweller of this town, Bli. Sleeping on the streets and on trees when he wasn't learning. An outrageous lifestyle for a child but it wasn't all that uncommon.
One year later.
A cute clean silver haired toddler with playful but calm eyes was dressed in a patterned white shirt and tiny shorts. Excluding his exceptional looks he was relatively normal that is, until you saw him jumping from roof to roof listening to conversations with his honed senses.
He had no one to care for him so he did it himself. In just one year, he learned and adapted to human lifestyle, with soft skills such as stealing to survive on a day to day basis.
He was now quite adept at the skill and many others. After sneaking into this town's library and finishing the books last week , he also knew basic knowledge like an ordinary person but he had passed the point of no return the moment he licked those stones long ago.
Here, he was exposed all at once to cheating, lying, stealing, dirty old men, bargaining, innocent children, lovers, teachers and the wide array of lifestyles you'd expect in a relatively advanced village with embodiments of human nature. Through observing all of this in his blank state, he became a entirely new person.
Most kids were sheltered from such truths in youth but he was different.
Through the library he learned:
That within the province of the nine skies, above heaven's dome , exists nine galaxies of astral rivers. Each of these astral rivers is a combination of countless constellations interwoven together to form a galaxy. These galaxies are known as The Nine Layers of Heaven.
Humans of this plane advocate the important of cultivation thus meditation is a vital aspect in to sense astral qi and the yuan qi of the Heaven and Earth. From youth breathing exercises are used to increase vitality and the spiritual qi in their bodies.
Those possessing superior senses, able to sense the presence of the astral rivers may absorb the astral qi of the galaxies and form an innate link with the astral constellations to become a revered Stellar Martial Cultivator.
Through persistent Stellar Cultivation it is possible to open your astral gates. Upon advancing to a new rank, it is possible to condense another astral soul.
He was in Cray, a war torn continent were even kids were forced to partake in war as luggage carriers and clean up officials. No Stellar Martial Cultivators were at his current location.
Upon a talent test by the Church at age 9, the talented were sent to larger cities to pursue the martial way and the inferior were shipped off to war as cannon fodder and janitors.
The war between the mortal humans of the Tenis country and Dilon country had reached a peak.
Cultivators lived in the inner sections of the prefecture of Cray. Outer countries that consists of barren land without cultivation materials like this one,Tenis, were left for the mortals.
The Western border of Cray was a mountain range extending to greater prefectures , The Southern border was the battle front of the war amongst mortals, the Northern Border was the Cultivators versus the Non humans of the neighbouring prefecture, and on the Eastern border laid the connection to a wide ocean.
His current location in the Town of Bli, was a resting spot in a secluded area of the southern border. Tired soldiers, merchants, traders, doctors and an plethora of different people passed through here. The war of mortals had not yet affected this place.
But it was not that far away, Children who have completed their Truth Ceremony which tested their talents were either sent inland or straight to war, usually in tears, kicking and screaming.
This place, no the world wasn't a fair place for these children or anyone else for that matter.
Although, Legend has it that it was previously even more lawless millennia ago. However a supreme god pitied the weak and sealed the nine skies. Cultivators could not attack mortals due to this seal. And Cultivators of higher energy ranked regions could not invade inferior regions. Of course if ants took the initiative to jump into the storm , the rules are invalid.
It wasn't all that strict but it was a protective cage.
