What!?

Artair could be found cursing through the highest heavens in his study. He had learned today that his nephew wasn't even told his parents last names. They hadn't even given him a last name.

Artair was absolutely furious at his sister and brother-in-law, even his grandfather hadn't told him. Worst of all Artair couldn't tell him either, because what if there was a reason, and a highly important one.

It was lucky that Daedalus could understand him when he explained that to him. But it made him feel so. What was the word, confined? no that doesn't sound right. You get the meaning.

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While his uncle was having a temper tantrum in his study Daedalus could be seen meditating. Not the meditating required for cultivation, no. The meditation to calm his mind and put his thoughts in order.

Daedalus' mind was in chaos, he knew it was stupid to get this worked up over a last name, but it felt wrong to not know it. So for more than a day Daedalus sat in the room he had been given simply meditating.

Eventually he came to a conclusion "I will worry about this when they tell me my last name, until then I will put it to the back of my mind."

What Daedalus didn't know was that the moment he said that his heart and mind stilled completely and he became as calm as the most serene lake. At the same time his body began automatically cultivating as he was left in a daze due to the wonderful feeling.

As he sat in a daze with his body automatically going through his cultivation method, his aura skin began compressing at increasingly fast speeds until tens of them where being compressed per second. When he had left to start his training journey Daedalus had over one hundred aura skins. When he reached the dwarven capital he had well over three thousand aura skins.

Now within the room given to him by his uncle and dwarven emperor Daedalus formed more than ten thousand. In the end Daedalus had almost fourteen thousand aura skins. Then his body did something weird.

The aura skins within his body combined forming fourteen golden layers, then they compressed against his muscles then his nerves until eventually the fourteen golden layers had arrived at his dantian. At the same time his spiritual tethers shattered into a golden dust that settled within his dantian.

Soon the same silence came back to Daedalus. Then his body suddenly began to float as a blinding golden light radiated from his body. Within moments Artair was in the room witnessing Daedalus body transforming.

His body became see through as this happened showing the twelve layers gathering within his blood and making his bloodlines glow brighter. Suddenly a black light formed at the center of his being which absorbed all of his bloodlines his body, his soul and everything else that made him Daedalus.

Artair didn't look worried though only surprised. Daedalus had just entered the aura body stage, although now he had to recreate his body. This was a stage that couldn't be rushed as it was the literal reconstruction of your being. Many powerful characters had become crippled when they rushed through the stage in the simple mindedness of faster is better.