"My son, the day you were born, the entire Divine Weapon Empire was calling your name, Aksa the Protean Mystical Solider. Child, I proudly watched you grow up day by day. You are the essence of our warrior race, the last fortune of our waning tribe. Merely over four hundred years, you have already attained the sixth level of Dao Mastery. The only limitation for you is your foundation, not your insight."
"After I launch my last strike to break the barrier between the Soldier Realm and the Human Realm, you will consume me!"
"Father!"
"Obey the order! It is the sacred duty of a soldier to obey commands!"
The silver-haired elder's gaze became stern in an instant, and his tone gradually quickened!
"You are the only hope of our Soldier Realm, to carve out a path of survival for our people. Time is running out. You know nothing, and there are things of which the timing is not yet right. Knowing them now would bring a hundred harms and no benefit."
