Seven Spirits Douluo

Silver hair, red eyes, chiseled face. This is The Fifth Emperor of Arcanum. Regal posture lying on the ground, dying, spear through his throat. Eyes closed, assassins after him.

His heart is still beating, even when his soul, blue in color tainted with black rises up and flickers out of existence.

His soul burns with a light to be exceptional, yet it seems to desire something it never had in life. The black curse almost representative of that. So we peer into that desire.

I was Their emperor, I was The Emperor, yet I fell down all the same. For all my magic I couldn't stop my people. I couldn't stop that corruption. I want to damn it but I feel this overwhelming sense of relief.

I may have been an emperor but I was tyrannical, I was a failure of a monarch. A failure of a person, throwing aside those that helped me on a whim. This wasn't what my real father taught, never even followed a word of that in that life.

Where had it sent me, in my, own personal hell. A empty space nothing within, driving me to madness. Fitting, for an emperor declaring himself god in all but name.

Trapped in God's personal cage like he trapped God under his shadow. Nothing I did to atone for this was right, when I realized the taxes, the relentless demands for laws in place changing culture of thousands of years.

It was too late.

What was all it for anyway, personal glory? Remembrance through history? It was the culture I was raised in. Why did I break it apart?

It was for nothing, a petty grudge held over my family because of their poor treatment of me. I at that time wasn't in the best of places. Mentally or physically.

Even so the taxes was worse, breaking up nearly a millennia of trade.

Not matter the unethical actions taken for wealth, money was money, actions with high enough rewards and the glory behind. It will tempt many ministers to take the deal.

Though breaking slavery was right, I was a fool. I should have added incentives to change it. I had made the wrong enemies, enemies with enough money, Great enough money to overpower the throne. The misery caused by this was greater then what slavery caused.

If it wasn't for my hubris I may have still been ruling, for me my glory was worth more then the favor of a distant god. If I followed The Church's requests I might of had the favor of my people. If I acted like an monarch.

Not indulging and ruling the empire as an actual head of state. Worrying about the average citizen's health instead of addressing it as a afterthought.

Still I shouldn't indulge in ifs like I had in life indulged in the pleasure of wealth. It isn't worth the is better spent getting out of this predicament.

When I can, I would follow what I could about my real father's teachings. Even if it would drive me mad I would follow through and help those that deserve it. Some I treated with less respect then a dog came forward and helped me.

Something like this can't not be paid forward, just like in childhood, people loyal to my perceived enemy helped me.

Be it some of the servants that raised me, or the peasants that let me into their homes with no promise of reward. Truly I was scum.

Though was it really my fault? It is, I was the tyrannical ruler, I was the one that caused the misery. Not my family, no matter how much abuse they delivered ultimately it was for my good. Hurting me in a way that indeed helped in my future duties.

All done to prepare me as the keystone between alliances and empires. Even if it was painful I recognized it was necessary at the time and I still acted like an ungrateful mongrel.

But enough reflection I should try to get out of my predicament. I need to move out of the void. The process of reincarnation is vital to this. But I can't if I don't want to end up in Hell. So to mimic it I should first start determining the soul strength. I had done this when I was alive for my future, it's about the size of a large tree.

Though tainted by that cursed spear. I can purify it later. More importantly the challenging part. Mimicking the process which allows movement between worlds.

Shattering the soul, there are plenty of way to do this. Hell, there are plenty of ways to mimic it. But I would simply create a Soul Veil, it's cheap if nothing else. If I end up in a world with little to none mana, my magic there would be useless.

So calm yourself, act natural and start.

Layers of threads weave themselves into a net, so many in fact it's smooth like silk. Wrapping around the only soul within the voids expanse.

Time passes and this repeats. As the soul is barely visible, it starts cracking, cracking form starting from the center and breaking further and further now, until it shatter into many small shards invisible to the naked eye.

Then the soul mixes together acting like dough morphing almost into it's original shape. The Magician concentration ends, his soul dimming.

Done, This should be enough to let me break this prison. It will also trick the world into letting me leave. Though it was painful it is necessary to let me leave and thrive in whatever environment I'm thrown into.

The other parts of the reincarnation process can be skipped as I want to keep most of my life's inheritance, as for karma, I'll keep it. No matter the misfortune it attracts me.

I will persevere, a reminder of my failure as an monarch. This is it. All I need to is send my soul off with an auto starting spell. There is not a opportunity for failure. I blend some of my soul to enhance my cocoon further. And off I left.

From the void, it can be made out that cracks formed and broke away a shell in it slowly. As the voids cracks opens fully the shell crumples further, it leaves the remnants of the void that opened it up many worlds it can traverse to.

But the cocoon strays always from it's initial destination and dives towards something else entirely. A place of Martial Spirits and Spirit Masters.

As it enters the universe, it comes and breaks through layers of seals on prisons in the heavens. Two cracked but it wouldn't be a full ten thousand years before it breaks. The cocoon hits both, breaking one. The broken prison's inhabitants shine with golden radiance, awakening the other.

The Silver Light breaks open the mostly demolished seal and leaves. Albeit more subtle then the Golden Dragon. The Golden Dragon then flies toward the cocoon. Hitching a ride going down from the heavens descending into a sleeping woman's womb.

Months pass, The Emperor's body develops, and then he awakens.

Hmm, groggy, that can fixed but this world seems spiritual in nature. Seems like I went to a supernatural world. Sealed besides me is a golden dragon. Dragons usually represent power and or dominance.

It should be a he, probably. Though I don't know his origin. His aura displays this and more.

He should also be quiet powerful and been jailed for that reason. Should also be royalty somehow, from his radiance I can see the majesty of his past. A god of sorts.

I'm a baby, no not that. Less than that, I'm only half done forming. Besides me, my sister I assume, is mostly done forming. Seems like I reincarnated late. Shame, I hoped to get a head start to whatever body I reincarnated to.

Still my magics there, just weakened won't take too long to recover it maybe a week. Though if this world is spiritual in nature it's likely that it's mana content is less dense. It may take longer then usual to recover my magic once I spend it.

That will limit my repertoire to less expensive spells in safer scenarios, shame, space magic is going to be to expensive to use likely.

But there is chance to use formations to transmute spirit power to mana. Though it will take years at least to make it. But I'm a child again so I have all the time the world to do this.

I should get to business now, forming a manifestation. I need to stay for a while so I guess it will have to be permanent. If I don't do this I'll likely not have enough influence to gather the resources to build the formation.

Plus it can be my informant. Not too young but not too old, twenty-seven? Thirty? My worlds average age was about twenty-five I'll add three years so twenty-eight. It doesn't matter much but I think I'll make it male.

I'm more comfortable with that. His face shouldn't be too pretty, not average either as bad, average, and great looks are easily distinguished in a crowd.

Since this world spiritual, will there be mutations? Hmm, black hair is a dominant feature. When someone with black hair has a child it's usually that even if their spouse's hair differ.

I'll use one of my brothers as template, no matter how much I loathe him, he had features that were pretty but not enough to stand out in a crowd. With black hair of course. Smooth slightly pale face. His hair was long, he was so pretty he almost looked like a woman. His eyelashes long, eyes pale blue.

But he had cast me aside for political clout. Though I may not forgive him, he did feel guilty. He was pale after that. Only after he had died had I realized this.

Our country was near the western border of The God Land, we had magic as The Eastern border had chi.

Though I hadn't established great relationships with them I had enough records of their powers that I know their powers revolved around cultivation. Legends of great heroes even went past our borders into each others.

He was very interested in their legends even using magic to mimic them slightly, the only time our father berated him. He had to change this back. Though I feel that would better for me to make my clone look like that.

Later on in my life I had prepared heavily for the time I'd die. I prepared everything that could give me a advantage when I reincarnated.

So I had learned how to make a spirit core but should I make this a independent clone or hive clone? Both has their benefits. An independent clone can be a servant and easily manipulated, and hive clone can do the same but better. The difference lies in how easily their uncovered.

Making a clone is the same for both. The difference is their final step and their respective requirements. Independent clones are much harder to make, as it's basically a sentient golem make of flesh and bone. Hive clones can just be a spiritual core linked to my soul or body.

Most chooses to link their clone to their body as it's basically costless besides the heavy pain the owner would receive when it's destroyed . But as all who knew magic was high class, this was no problem.

The Southern Nations Alliance sold so much high quality healing salves and anti-pain medicines it crashed the market and made commoners able to buy them without breaking their bank.

Linking to the soul had so much problems that no matter the ability to allow clones to share mana and share information in real time. If it died your magic is essentially crippled for decades. The exception is you get your soul healed.

Full linking is worse, same benefits but if it dies, you also die. Just your mind and soul, your body will stay the same except you don't have a mind or soul so the body has to operate purely on instinct. Death at that point is a mercy.

So making an independent clone currently is the best as the damage to the body does not cause spasms and it's easier to make a plausible backstory for it. I believe another one of my brother's personality would work well.

Arthus would definitely be rolling in his grave if he ended up in Jeremy's body. But he was a good man, though he opposed me. He never hated me because we were family. He was also a great scholar learning The Empires archives well enough to recite them.

He had many students treating them warmly loving them as if their family. This being hopefully a Eastern world, disciple master relationships are hopefully important. This way he can become me and my sister's master to take us under his wing without suspicion.

Alright, personality and body type determined, to make this manifestation the first step is forming the spirit core. The best choice is for this to be a organ if I want to make him less easily detected as a manifestation.

The brain is good as the human mind lies there. Plus if it gets destroyed in context it'll make sense that the clone dies.

To do this weave mana into threads, lead those threads into a ball. Do this several hundred times, each time increasing it's diameter. Until it's about he size of a human brain. Then the body, forming a pair of astral hands.

I use it to remove some of my body. Placing it in my mother's womb I use mana to copy it and form more of it.

Then, I using the flesh produced by this, I form it into a miniature Jeremy. Using magic I minimize the spirit core placing it inside the head.

I then form bones and organs using the same technique as forming flesh but I manipulate it to harden and form various functions of organs.

Using mana to make it seem like bone and organs. I place them in with astral hands. Closing the wounds with healing magic. I then use my mana once again to form mana threads. Forming some clothe for him.

I place then on and then, slowly but surely start forming his mind. Copying what I know about Arthus' personality and implanting it. From each facet I know I implement it into the spirit core slowly.

Taking awhile I start submerging the body in mana, creating a blessed body to support his backstory.

Then I add a set of memories about him being a hermit in the mountain living there with his adoptive father learning their declining sects secret arts until he died from an unknown illness. His father told him he would reincarnate so he left and using the secret art to try to leave the mountain to look for him. But he fails.

Of course the "secret arts" is just magic and him failing so it can be a cover for me. The father is also me to cement his loyalty. Also I should give him a book detailing how to use magic.

I then do the most expensive thing. Implementing a soul, throughout the process I had everything done in the case their isn't gods here. But what if there is?

The soul can add legitimacy to his story if this clone ever meets a god. Plus there is the fringe benefit I can make it use magic more easily situating the mana in body and imprinting spells on the soul.

Finishing up the final touches on mind, body and soul. I create a book detailing one through eight tier magics. Then, I send my clone on his way sending him into a mountain near me. Setting up some magic to enlarge him using the mana from the environment, but if there is no mana or not enough.

Life from the environment.

In a mountain somewhere. Space rips open, a small corpse lands there it for some reason is fresh and not rotting. Slowly around him grass withers but doesn't die for weeks enlarging until the spell on him dissipate. His mind slowly comprehends what has happened.

Until he jolts awake and starts cursing.