Atavistic Soul

The old man gazed at the stars again as golden runes formed in his eyes.

His voice resounded as he spoke "The Evil star has dimmed Hope's star has risen.". It somehow contained a tired feeling like it was tired of carrying the burden of true immortality for ages.

He then flicked his wrist and the space around Beast Empyrean warped and Beast Empyrean was ejected from the tower.

In the tower, Highest floor, the old man coughed blood violently as a heaven shaking pressure arose from him. His aura turned chaotic as a evidence of his injury.

He whispered in a low voice as he sighed "Heavens secrets, Heavens secrets...." as he vanished from his place.

Beast Empyrean took one last look at the tower and vanished.

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Heavenly Emperor Shen Tian smiled helplessly as he remembered that encounter even now imagining that old mans strength made him feel powerless as if an ant going against the heavens.

Heavenly Emperor Shen Tian then turned to look at Lingtian with glimmering eyes shining with anticipation, hope and pride.

Heavenly Emperor Shen Tian then walked towards the cradle and took out the Nine Luminaries Pagoda.

The Nine Luminaries Pagoda which was giving of a grand and archaic aura suddenly started vibrating intensely as it turned into a silver stream and rushed into Lingtian's forehead.

As the pagoda entered Lingtian's forehead it arrived in a dark space. The space was Lingtian's soul space where his soul resided. The space was clearly unstable there were various cracks running through the space indicating it was about to be destroyed at anytime. In the dark space there resided a tiny wisp it seemed to be ethereal vanishing in and out of sight it seemed so weak and faint that it would be blown out with a light breath.

The pagoda arrived in front of this wisp as it started giving of a morose feeling. As this feeling spread out the heaven and earth along with it were affected by it even the wisp dimmed down further.

"Hah!!!" an ancient voice came from the pagoda as it sighed in lament.

"Lamentable!!! The strongest among the 33 Heaven's has fallen so low." exclaimed the ancient voice.

"Its all because of that bastard he was blinded by greed and backstabbed his own brother. He was so narrow minded that he won't allow anyone to threaten him. Hmph, you would've never expected this. Such a talent to be born while we were at the end of the rope. If it wasn't for Heavens Secrets Ancestor sacrificing his soul for a way to this problem we would've remained oblivious." raged that voice.

"A pity this little one cannot survive he possesses talent that makes the heaven and earth jealous. It will never let him survive. Fortunately due to Heavens Secrets Ancestor we could find out a counter-measure." resounded the voice with pity.

"Without all the Origin talents gathered the body will never be able to sustain the power and will collapse. A pity he possesses all the talents except the soul. Thus his soul is about to collapse. Each epoch only one such person is born with one of the Origin talents making them short-lived but glorious. Even the Heaven's cannot change this rule. Who would've thought one with almost all talents will be born in this era."

"Ha, ha this is called karma one reaps what one sows if it wasn't for that bastard distracting the heavens such a talent would be destroyed and we would've failed to deceive heavens." laughed that voice jovially.

"Little one although I cannot save you I will try my best to make sure that you don't dissipate. I know you are not yet sentient so I will try my best to sustain your life and once it is time you can merge with the atavistic soul it is rightfully yours." sighed the voice with determination.

"The Soul Ancestor should be with the atavistic soul on another plane, I really wish one day we could reunite us old brothers again. Perhaps he will be able to succeed." said that voice in a hopeful and upset tone.

Saying so the pagoda started glowing resplendently. There were nine golden characters orbiting the pagoda as if generals were paying respect to the emperor. These nine characters were Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Lie, Zhen, Qian, Xing. These nine golden characters wrapped themselves around the tiny wisp.

The pagoda's then gave off a silver glow covering the tiny wisp in it. The silver glow gave off a warm and gentle aura as if returning to a mother's care. The silver aura gave a feeling of unlimited vitality encompassing the very rules of life. It encased the tiny wisp with tenderness and care as it nurtured the wisp. The glow on the wisp grew brighter as it was injected with new vitality and started burning more vigorously. The surrounding started to stabilize and the cracks running across the space started to repair itself.

"This is all I can do for you now. The two timelines should coincide soon that means the atavistic soul would soon merge together and our plan will be brought to fruition." the voice echoed in the space as it sounded tired.

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Earth, Kunlun mountains

Night slowly settled in a quiet manner and bright stars began to appear.

On the hillside, a there was a small cottage. Near the cottage there was a humongous tree with a wide trunk enough for ten grown men to circle around it. Underneath lay a haggard-looking old man with disheveled hair wearing old garments that of a poor old man.

His back was curved with age. He seemed like a kind elderly old man in the last years of his life. He wore a clean white robe.

This old man's face was withered and his eye sockets were deeply inset. His skin was wrinkled and dry, almost like old parchment. His hair was pure silvery white. And his eyes were depressed deep into their sockets. Even so, his eyes were as deep as the vast universe.

He looked like an old man in last few days of his life.

Moonlight shone down, enveloping the his body.

He gazed up at the starry sky as he sighed

"The time has finally come Space and Time Ancestor's have already left my time is coming soon. Perhaps death is a release."

He then turned his gaze towards a mirror. It showed a picture of an young man with starry eyes and swords-shaped eyebrows, a commanding aura, and dressed in violet. His face was expressionless and indifferent as if made of ice. His eyes were cold and there was killing intent brewing in it evidently he was used to killing.