1 Chapter 1 I want to be a God!

In a small run down house on the outskirts of Green Mulberry City, a young child could be seen running around frantically. An excited expression was set on his innocent face.

"Today's the day!".

The young boy was probably only 5-6 years old and had messy, dark blue, shoulder length hair tied up into a ponytail. His deep dark blue eyes radiated a profoundness not normally found within small children, but wizened old men who had experienced the vicissitudes of live.

Unknown to others, this small child lived a life unlike any other.

Or rather, had lived like any other.

This wasn't the small boy's first life.

In fact it was his third.

In his first life, he lived as a completely ordinary high school student. His family consisted of him, his mother, his father and his younger sister. Everything was completely normal. Completely mundane. Completely boring.

His completely normal high school life though was short-lived and he died trying to save his sister from being hit by a truck. Pushing her out of the way and being hit head on, the normal high school boy found himself reborn in a world completely dominated by Spirits.

Everybody had a Spirit. Some people had trash spirits and others couldn't cultivate their spirits.

He was the latter.

After dying and being reborn into a world were the strong made the rules and the weak were forced to obey them, despite being born with 2 Spirits, the normal high school student didn't possess innate spiritual power which allowed him to walk the path to becoming a God.

He hated living in such a world. After receiving the chance of a lifetime, he was screwed over once more and was forced to live another mundane existence.

"But not this time! Third times the charm! This time, I will awaken my Spirit! I will possess Spiritual Power!".

A burning expression was evident in the young boy's eyes and he clenched his fist tightly, as if strengthening his resolve.

This world was very similar to his previous world, yet there was one major difference.... cultivators didn't possess Spirits!

They had their own form of cultivation! By gathering Spiritual Essence from the Heavens and Earth, a cultivator could absorb gathered essence and integrate it into themselves. The first few layers of cultivation consisted of body refining, however after reaching Houtian and Xiantian, a cultivator could be considered an undefeatable existence within the Sky Fortune Kingdom!

They could fly without the assistance of Spirits and could perform a variety of different techniques, not limited to their Spirits attribute!

"I'll have to be wary of these cultivators then.... I can't trust everything I've heard about them, but they are dangerous nonetheless".

The young boy rubbed his chin thoughtfully before sitting down on his dirty floor, cross-legged and hands brought together in his lap.

He did not have the luxury of having his Spirit Awakening Ceremony and was forced to awaken his Spirit the hard way. Through awakening his Spiritual Power first and using that to awaken his own Spirit.

He realized if he didn't possess any Spiritual Power, just like he did in his second life, the young boy would remain a mundane existence, unable to break through the shackles of his own mortality.

But he didn't believe it.

He would never believe it.

Being reborn, not once, but twice, was a gift that only he had been given. After dying the first time, he was sure that his second life would be his last, and as a result, tried to life the most fulfilling life imaginable.

Travelling the world, meeting new people, watching Spirit Masters fight each other in the Spirit Colosseum, hearing about new Sects rising and old Kingdoms falling.

He lived to a ripe old age of 101 in his second live. A feat that was remarkable and well above the average for mortals without Spiritual Power.

'Forget about that stuff for now! Focus on awakening your Spiritual Power!', he threw his thoughts to the back of his mind.

The young boy straightened his back and cleared his mind and focused on his breathing. To any other mortal watching the young boy's breathing technique, they would show looks of pity and believe the child had an innate disease which affected his lungs or heart.

To a cultivator however, they might raise an eyebrow at such a small child practicing such a obscure breathing method.

It was well known that all martial arts and battle techniques had two components to them. First the actions the cultivator must practice in order to make the body stronger more used for the second part. The second component was the breathing. Breathing techniques helped cultivators control the flow of Qi within their bodies as well as organize the Spiritual Essence they absorb.

Matching the wrong actions to the wrong breathing techniques could prove deadly in most cases.

Inhale through the mouth and hold for thirty seconds. Feel the flow of Spiritual Essence throughout the body and gather it in the center of one's being....

Exhale through the nose and hold the breath for eighteen seconds. Let the inner spiritual power stabilize for three seconds.

Inhale through mouth again and hold for seven seconds. Let the spiritual power gather in the body like damn gathering water....

A tiny bead of sweat gathering on the young boy's brow and he clenched his teeth hard as the raw Spiritual Essence gathered in his tiny 6 year old body. Normally gathering this much Spiritual Essence would be for those cultivators who had broken through to the Xiantian Realm. Those who had broken free from their Houtian breath and started to communicate with the heaven and earth.

'I need to find it. I need to find my Spiritual Power! I want to become a Spirit Master! I don't want to live a life of mediocrity! I don't want to live a mundane existence! I don't want to be just another mortal watching helplessly as cultivators dictate my life! I want to be someone! I want to be a God!'

*Crack*.

With those final thoughts, a wave of spiritual power coursed out of the young boy's body, sending him flying backwards and causing him to hit his head and fall unconscious as a result. His innocent looking face was unbelievably pale, yet his skin was as clear and pure as snow.

Even his hair turned white after this gust of spiritual power exited his body.

And if anyone saw him right now.... they would see three small circular symbols rotating on the palm of his hand.

Anyone from his second life would know what these circular symbols mean....

Spirits!