In a pocket dimension east devine heaven's exist a mansion on top a mountain, inside the mansion throne hall a middle aged man in red robe's sat on the throne with ugly expression.

On his right hand is a black dover sword sooked in blood, while before him is Amel the middle aged man nephew. muka the middle aged man brother and Cara mukas wife, were kneeling down before zoor the middle aged man with no fear as there eyes flickering with light of hope which was never seen before.

Zoor steered deadly into there eyes as his killing intent leaks out, The elders in the throne hall took a step back in fear knowing fully that he is ready to kill at any time.

"Brother I have given you the throne and the clans staff of authority." muka said gazing straight into his brother eyes while the elders trembles in fear. Zoor who sat on the throne looked at his brother as his mouth twitch both sides.

"Don't you remember the second prophecy brother? the nemesis of all god's prince of all nemesis." Zoor pointing his dover sword at Amel who knelt down calmly not perturbed by the commotion.

The words of zufa rang in zoor's ears and the air surrounding him became gloomy and his body vibrated every nearby energy's, Giving off a demonic vibes that could destroy kingdoms if given a chance

The elders swallowed there saliva forcefully in fear as silence permitted for the moment. "Brother you know that heaven's are against his talent." muka said breaking the silence.

He swept the area with his gaze after a pause and stared into his brother eyes with no fear, which the elders could not gather there wits to do.

"in the mortal worlds heaven's kills those who have great talent in cultivation at birth or before birth." Amel gazed at his parents behind him and speak " Father uncle will never change his mind, all I ask of you both is to be strong for me."

His parents smile at him they were happy for there son. "your last word Amel" zoor said without emotion in his words.

Amel gaze at who spoke, "I will rise from the ashes like a reborn phoenix and claim the premodial celestial throne." the elders felt goosebumps while listening to amels words. they gasp and their legs lost its strength.

"PRIMORDIAL CELESTIAL THRONE !! did i hear him right. this prince is loud" one of the elders said without giving it a thought

They fell butt first on the floor, his uncle slashed his sword towards him and Amel's head rolled on the floor.

His parents were not perturbed but wore a happy expression which made zoor to be puzzled. they should be sad or angry that their son is dead but what his eyes were seeing are unbelievable.

The couples were happy as if they have accomplished an impossible mission. soon amels soul core came out of his body while the bloodline merge with his soul.

"This this is he transmigrating" one of the elders said out loud in astonishment, they knew what this phenomenon mean and such thing can only happen if a soul is powerful enough to contend with premodial celestial demi-gods.

All there logical understanding of magic were shattered in that moment, zoor jaw dropped to the ground, he knew what is happening and he can't stop it

"He might be a reincarnation of a powerfully immortal expert." one of the elder chipped in as he thought about it. now he believed that Amel will rise from his ashes which will bring fear to his enemies.

Soon the soul core filled blood vanished into the thin air, after a few spatial disturbance. "were did he go" zoor asked spreading his spirit sens. "he has gone to the mortal world were you won't find him" Cara replied him curtly. zoor stood up boiling in anger as he gaze at Amel's body turning to ashes.

"When power is given to us we the cultivators forge our own path we brake the shackles that hold us." amels voice rang within the mansion.