Chaos Martial was born because his Main Body wanted to know what he would become when he only indulged in one personality. He was also one of the 3 upgraded versions of clones that had the Intent of Yun Haoran who shared his talents.
He was also the Essence Part, his body that had the potential of a Martial God and an Innate Healing factor. Martial Gods are those who perfected their Martial Arts, Body Cultivator, and an unparalleled genius that is also undefeatable their whole life. It was only a title given to a select few and are all remembered through eternity.
"You are my innocence, the child I had in me. You are someone I will not forget, the raging summer and my chaos within. You shall be known as Chaos Martial." Yun Haoran dictated. From a seed came a man, his body was forged to become the vessel of Perfection.
The one who would grow stronger the more he fought. He was also someone who would walk into the hardest path known as Body Cultivation. He was also the Innocent or the child within Yun Haoran.
A long time ago, Yun Haoran, in his previous life, had seen how a guy transformed. His hair color changes to bright yellow. He fought a bald alien guy into a standstill until he decided not to kill him. It was the first time in his short 4 years of life he experienced that kind of excitement.
His heart buds with something unknown that makes him want to grow stronger like that.
It was not a long fight or a long transformation. It was about the satisfaction he felt when he saw the guy transformed. It makes his heart yearn for that power so he fights and trains his body.
He fought the imaginary enemies while training his mind and body to peak perfection. The crazed Yun Haoran never woke up from it until he became 10.
An object fell into the sky, and with it, a loud explosion happened that destroyed all nearby objects such as plants, trees, and rocks.
"Who?" A man shouted loudly, he was sleeping loudly in a forest. With him are his bloodthirsty subordinates that had awoken from their slumber. He was a Qi Sea Late Stage Demon Cultivator who was hunting for Demon Beasts, gathering herbs, and pillaging some merchants and nearby villages for extra cash.
He then disappeared from his current place then appeared at the crater where a man jumped out.
"The fuck are you?" The leader sensed a man. He becomes alert because those who can survive a fall of this magnitude are a threat, in and of itself.
Chaos Martial stands up with his upper robe being tattered. His lower robe is the one without any damage on it.
"Damn, that secret realm." He scratches his head, then tears off his robe. His body which was large, tall, and majestic can be seen by all. His arms look like a rock and yellow long hair flows within.
"Muscles, muscles must be this large. Don't you agree?" Chaos Martial then flexes his muscles all over his body. He was posting in all directions which infuriated the leader.
He was Qi Lu, a personal disciple of a low-level sect. He was with his subordinates and he used to make any mission easier than normal.
Qi Lu had veins popping out of his body and with that, he ordered his subordinates, "Kill that fucker."
Chaos Martial who was flexing all his joints and muscles had popped up his veins when he saw they were attacking him.
"This is why I hate idiots." Chaos Martial spoke, he then punched the air with enough force that create pressure. That pressure alone knocked down the subordinates who were in the Qi Sea Early Stage to the Middle Stage.
That punch then destroyed nearby trees. With him as the center, only desolation awaits.
"Oops, I hope the Main Body would not mind this." He said with a grin on his face.
"You, who are you?" The Demon Cultivator asked while his body was shaking uncontrollably. He cannot understand how that punch created air currents that knocked them out.
If it was directed towards him, he would die without any burial.
"Hmm, you don't have any potential nor any muscle. Then die." Chaos Martial said while punching the air again. It was fast, heavy, and had a lot of power on it.
He used the air compressing it into his hands and creating myriad currents strong enough to make someone's death feel unnatural.
He looked at the surroundings and with his yellow hair shining in the sun, and flowing in the wind, he jumped so high he now looked like flying. He then used his momentum to jump from the air, using it as a means to travel in the sky.
Their main body achieved the unprecedented Qi Sea 13th Foundation, in which the rules of Heaven and Earth are not perfected so a cultivator could only stop at the 9th Stage.
9th is Late while 12th is Perfection. 13th is the Transcendental Order of things. They, however, cannot make it happen and could only stop at 12th because they are only a part of the Original.
All his parts are cultivating the Essence, Qi, and Spirit but the original three had one where they excel. He was of Body Cultivation and Martial Arts, Origin Qi is the Qi and Celestial Arts while Creation Spirit is the Soul Cultivation and Spirit Arts.
Meanwhile, Fate Formation had been creating Inscriptions and used his body as a natural Formation where only a little time before he could perfect that part.
He also used Mortals as an experiment and they are living just fine without any issues. They became better at handling Formations or rather they could only form Formation one at a time and used that formation to their advantage.
He then descended into a mortal village. He saw a kid crying their eyes out and when they saw Chaos Martial they smiled.
"Mister, who are you?" The kid asked with snot on his face.
"Don't cry, kid. Here's a bun. You should eat it while it is hot." Chaos Martial said, stroking the head of the kid.
"But, but my Brother. He would always sleep for many hours without waking up. Father is asking him if he has any sickness but he would not say anything." The kid explained while looking at him.
Chaos Martial only smiled and replied, "Don't worry kid. Your Brother would be fine. He will become strong."
That guy may have found the key to the Path of Heaven so he was sleeping to gain enough strength. He would also hope that one day, he could become a Cultivator without a Spiritual Root.
"Alright, time to ask a question. Are my muscles good?" Chaos Martial asked while flexing all his muscles around his body. His yellow hair dances in the wind as he looks like the God of The Sun.
"Yeah, you looked like a God. No, you are a God." The kid replied with twinkling eyes. He wanted to prostrate himself and ask for his blessing but…
Chaos Martial then disappeared because he jumped too high into the sky. Using the air again to propel him, he flew into the sky. He doesn't want to entertain the delusions of a kid, although if he ever said he was a God in this Mortal Village, then he would surely be a God.
He saw different sceneries which made his heart feel at rest. He saw children, elders, and the adults of the Mortal Villages. His smile grew wider. Some practice Martial Arts which makes his heart beat even more. He wanted to come down and teach some brats about muscles, their form, and beauty.
"Oh, right seems I forgot that secret realm. I only got that manual, hmm." Chaos Martial returned to his stupor and remembered. He then descended from the air then a manual appeared at his hands then read about it.
After he got the manual, a formation appeared beneath his feet then he appeared in the sky falling. It is the reason why he met the Demon. If he knew that he would explore a secret realm for 3 months just to get this manual, he would never do it again.
Even a little recipe, artifacts, or pills are not included. It was his annoyance that led him to the Demon's death. Demons are also pests in this world, although not much like Devils who is a vultures who eat even the dead.
"I only hope that this manual is good." Chaos Martial thought. It was a worn-out and desolated book. It passed the test of time and would collapse at any moment, waiting for someone who could hold its inheritance.
When Chaos Martial opened it, a bright light sucked his consciousness in the air.
"Hmm, a clone? No, it was a part of a being." An ancient voice of vicissitudes said to which Chaos Martial opened his eyes. Chaos Martial tried moving but to no avail. It was not because he was afraid, it was just that he could not flex his muscles right now.
"Who are you?" He asked while being on guard. He was in a strange place of whiteness but it was not 'Nothing' because it was only a white place.
"No, I should be the one to ask. Whose being are you? He was talented enough to create someone based on his personality." The ancient voice asked. He was only an intent, a powerful intent that even Chaos Martial could not easily offend him.
"My Main Body is busy with something. The Path of Heaven and stuff." Chaos Martial honestly said but never lowered his guard because of different reasons.
"Oh, an Emperor's age. I see. What Dao did the previous Emperor cultivate?" The ancient being asked while his eyes shone, wanting to know some information.
"No, Heaven is silent and the Continents have a wall but it is said that it will return at this age." Chaos Martial replied, indulging the Ancient being.
"Hmm, the Forbidden Lands would not be quiet about this but every season has changed so why not make it happen." The ancient being said as a smile appeared on his face.
"Because you are the one who has finished my trial that has been stuck for many long generations that I forgot too many things, I'll give you my only inheritance. 9 Blood Revolutions Dao Body. I wanted to become 12 but my life finally came to an end." The ancient being said with regret in his tone.
'I could only create a lousy intent like this because of the injuries in that war. It seems I needed to say farewell in this world.' He said while looking at the man in front of him.
"It seems that guy is a talented one. If he ever perfected my lifetime work, I'll be grateful for eternity." He added.
"Alright, I'll tell him that." Chaos Martial replied with a grin on his face.
The ancient being smiled back and Chaos Martial returned to his body in a stupor. The manual he was holding became ash. He then felt a headache on his head but he was not Chaos Martial if he could not endure this much.
After a while, he saw in his Consciousness the way to practice the 9 Blood Revolutions Dao Body.
"It seems the main body would have extra work to do." Chaos Martial grins while holding his head. It hurts like hell that anyone would faint because of it.