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
Aryan's pov...I forced myself to get ready for school in a hurry because I couldn't bear to get any punishment on the very first day of my school, especially when my strict father is my teacher and a girl I have a crush on is my classmate. I ran to the class but before I could enter, I heard someone calling me from my back, "Aryan...!"I turned back to see who that was, I saw my second uncle standing in front of me, and bowed to greet him,"Aryan... come with me...!" he commanded to follow him walking towards the stairs and I did, "Where are we going, sir?" I inquired, yesterday father told me to obey him and now he was asking me to follow him, my father is a specialist in all the five junior levels of cultivation and he is the only garuda cultivator, the highest among all the other cultivators in this school, whereas my second uncle also excels in all the five junior levels and he is a panthoraas cultivator but among these extraordinary teachers I couldn't understand where the he
As the platform flew over to the sky I felt amazing, there was a feeling as if there were thousands of butterflies fluttering in my gutt, the scenery that I saw was astonishing and so eye-catching that I couldn't believe that I am flying in the air. Almost everyone was surprised as this was their first time too except two, Dhruva and Nira, they have been through this last year too when they cleared their lowest levels and now they are here with the higher levels.When we reached the level Mountain, the platform was placed at its peak. Father grunted before starting his announcement, "Ahem""It is a virtuous day as we are here to train the new blood, if you all are here that means that you all are unique and powerful", his words were so wonderful that I was filled with confidence, though I don't know if I am allowed to enter the leveling system.Using his magic he pointed towards the ground, showing us the levels to be cleared, there were three partitions on the ground, and in front o