Author's point of view... Aryan awoke with a start to the sound of frantic knocking on his door. He sprang out of bed, his heart racing as he sensed the urgency in the pounding. He swung the door open to find his sister's fragile and sweaty figure standing right before him. Alia was standing there, her face pale with fear. “Aryan! You need to come quickly!” she gasped, her eyes wide with panic. "What...?" Aryan couldn't hold his panic, "What's wrong?" he asked immediately. “Monsters are attacking the world! Father and all our uncles are on the battlefield fighting them" Aryan's mind raced as he quickly snapped out of the daze. The blue spiritual fire within him flickered, responding to his rising determination. He knew this moment would come, but it felt too soon. He turned to Alia, his expression resolute. “Stay here and keep everyone safe,” he instructed, his voice firm but gentle. “I’ll handle this.” Alia looked surprised, she immediately snapped back, "What
Author's point of view... As the father and son pair slowly walked towards their house, there was a dangerous blast behind them which almost shook the entire ground they were standing on. "What the hell was that?" both of them exclaimed in shock. As they turned around to see, they saw a huge smoke cloud in the sky right in the direction of their school. "Did someone blow off the school building?" Aryan wondered louder and his father was perplexed but soon regained his composure. He looked at Aryan who was looking at the smoke intriguingly. "We need to go see what is happening there, Father" Aryan was about to rush but his father grabbed his wrist to stop him. "Yes, we need to confirm what happened but you will stay here" Aryan was shocked. "No...I can't...I have to go there, Father" Aryan protested only to be stopped by his father. All his struggles and protests were in vain as Aryan's father sealed his accu-points and locked him up in his room. "I am sorry kid, but I c
Author's point of view... "The Guardian...!!" As the Golden light began to fade slightly, everyone stared at the figure. Aryan's father's eyes widened as recognition dawned upon him. "Could it be..." his mind swirled in surprise. The person before his eyes looked so familiar but still, he couldn't think of his son. There's no way that this was Aryan...! He thought again and again. Aryan raised his hands in the air and the blue fire blazed around him. Everyone looked at him in awe. "Blue fire...!" one of Aryan's uncles recognised the fire. "Is that the heavenly blue fire?" They couldn't believe that someone among them had that legendary blue spiritual fire in them. "How could it be?" Aryan's father still couldn't believe his intuition. He struggled to gather his strength and stood up slowly. Taking small steps towards the guardian, his jaw dropped in disbelief. "Aa...Aryan...!!" he muttered to himself. "Aryan!" his father called out when he could finall
Author's point of view... Aryan took a moment to think before taking a deep breath to focus his entire spiritual energy on his mind. It was the first step before using the dangerous spell. The spell that would use every ounce of his strength to become the most powerful and strong attack for his opponent. At a time like this, all he could think of was to eliminate the danger that was lurking around him and his people and nothing else. He had to kill that ferocious beast, though it may cost him his life. Closing his eyes, Aryan swirled his hands in the air as his lips started the chant continuously. He didn't hesitate even for a second. If his life could end this battle, he wouldn't mind dying for great things. "You are not the Sarvaan Cultivator...!" The dark dragon King confirmed, looking at the young man trying so hard to keep up with him, "I can easily wipe you out..." The dark dragon King was impatient, he was using his worst fire attack, the red fire, just to make sure
Author's point of view... The disbelief and shock in his mind subsided as the Dark Dragon King smacked himself out of it. He saw that Aryan stood tall before a powerful army that stood at his command right behind him. The dragon god's army...! The Dark Dragon King muttered to himself. "No wonder those stubborn spiritual beasts were willing to work for him" he thought. "Even if that is the case, they can't defeat me..." he gritted. "I wasn't in the meditation for all these years for nothing...! I endured everything only for this day" The Dark Dragon King was an immortal and with his endless effort, he had risen his spiritual energy to the level of a deity. The recent increase in his strength led him to become invincible, and and unbeatable.He repeated in his mind, "No one can kill me...! Even if it was the dragon king himself" As he thought about it, a smirk tugged on his face again. He wasn't baffled anymore, because he was confident about his strength. After all, he was n
Author's pov...Aryan is a seventeen-year-old boy, born weak with no self-confidence. He was the son of the headmaster of the great cultivation school, which gives out several incredible martial arts and cultivation practitioners every year. The moment Aryan entered the school at the age of fourteen, he was very enthusiastic as his family is in the highest range of cultivators. But as time passed, he realized that he lack talents and his body is too weak to be able to learn or practice any kind of cultivation method. He suffers a lot whenever he tries to practice any kind of method but never dares to tell this to anyone except his grandfather.According to the school rules, a student is trained for a year and after a year of training, he is eligible to select the method of cultivation to go to the extreme peaks of that to excel. Aryan had been in the school for three long years but yet he failed to get his fated cultivation method.He has nothing in his life other than a little supp
Aryan's pov...As I entered the school this morning, the whole building reverberated with the noise of the cheers coming from the students and the others around the arena. "Dhruva...!Dhruva...!"It irritated me when I heard that name, he hadn't got up yet and these crazy people are shouting their throats out cheering him, As I got up on the platform where all my classmates were standing, I saw Alia jumping in excitement, "Hey... Aryan...! see how enthusiastic, it's so good to see that isn't it?" said Alia holding my hand, she is my sister but was happier to see my cousin getting into the arena, it makes me jealous."What's the big deal? man...? it's just a method selection and they all are making a fuss out of nothing... disgusting...!!" I retorted, it was making me irritated, I envy him, he is the best among us." Dumbs like you should be disgusted with this, of course...!!" a gleeful voice spotted in my ears making me clench my fist, Ryan,"You dare call me that....!!" I held hi
Aryan's pov.Wasn't that enough for me to have that rubbish method, it was like an insult to all, I will be humiliated, I wanted to run away from that place, I don't want to go back for the acceptance, it was better for me to die rather than get ridiculed by those taunting monstersWhen I left the tomb, I prepared my mind to get out of this mess as soon as possible, I have no place to go or nowhere to hide but no matter whether a forest or a river it will be better for me than that arena where everyone around me will be ready to laugh at me and my father will be ready to make me accept that ridiculous method of cultivation. I rushed out of that tomb in anger and rushed towards the mountains, but within just a few minutes I heard the fluttering sounds of wings and a screeching shout of a garuda, it was him...! I can't escape from him, My dad was the Garuda cultivator, he can easily find me no matter where I hide from his keen eyes.Soon I found my legs parting from the ground and s