Far away in the mountains, outside a grand palace, a young man who seemed no older than 23 was beheading the palace warriors one after another. Cruelty was evident in his eyes, his face was hidden behind a black cloth, and his long hair flowed with the wind.
As he was about to strike down another man, a beautiful girl suddenly appeared before him. Her face radiated moon-like beauty, and her tear-filled eyes stopped him in his tracks. But the rage in his eyes burned fiercer than ever.
The boy, glaring at the girl standing before him, said angrily, "Move aside, Amrita! Or I will forget that I ever loved you."
Tears welled up in Amrita's eyes, one drop escaping and falling to the ground. She composed herself and said, "Ex! This is my family, my people. Why do you want to kill them all? Ex, I love you so much that I didn't even tell anyone you were coming to attack us, even though I knew."
Her tears continued to flow down her cheeks and onto the ground, her face filled with pain. Ex, however, let out a devilish laugh and said, "Love? Ha ha ha... If you couldn't stay loyal to your family, how could you ever be mine? I care only about my revenge. Now step aside, or I won't hesitate for a second to kill you."
Saying this, Ex began to advance again. But before he could take another step, a sword pierced straight through his chest.
The sound of thunder roared in the sky as Ex turned to see Amrita holding the sword. Looking at her, it seemed as though the sword had pierced her own heart. Ex's face showed no emotion; his eyes were growing colder.
Still, he smiled and said, "A sword piercing my stone-cold heart isn't what hurts. This is the strike of my love, my Amrita, that has reached my heart."
Hearing this, Amrita's grip on the sword loosened, and it fell from her trembling hands. She collapsed to the ground, completely shattered.
The black clouds rumbled above as lightning crackled in the sky. Ex stood still, his face devoid of emotion. Amrita sat before him, crying uncontrollably. The pain in her eyes was unmistakable, and a group of her kingdom's warriors stood silently behind her, their faces somber and grim.
Ex placed his hand on the hilt of the sword lodged in his chest and began to pull it out with all his strength. Amrita, unable to bear the sight, shut her eyes tightly. Ex screamed in agony, his cries echoing into the heavens, as he tried with all his might to remove the sword. Despite his efforts, the sword did not budge.
Suddenly, a golden light illuminated the sky, and everyone looked up. A divine voice resounded from the heavens:
"Your attempts to remove this sword are futile. You have committed atrocities, killing countless innocents for your revenge. You revel in your strength, wanting to live alone after destroying everything. So now, you will live forever with this curse. You will witness everyone you care for die in front of your eyes, but you will remain unharmed. This sword will remain lodged in your chest, for you have been cursed with the Curse of Immortality."
"But you have also performed some acts of goodness. This curse can be broken, but only when you experience true love, and only the girl who loves you will be able to see and remove this sword. However, because Amrita allowed so many innocents to die out of her love for you, she will now forget you forever."
With these words, the golden light disappeared.
A Hundred Years Later
In this world, there are many vast continents. Here, there is no magic, but "soul power" is the ultimate force. This is the Continent of Soul Power, where people constantly strive to improve their abilities. By mastering this power, one can reach the pinnacle of strength.
"Soul Power"
There are 10 realms of soul power, each with 9 levels. Only a few exceptional individuals have managed to achieve the 10th level. These levels are divided as follows:
Levels 1–3: Low-level warriors 4–6: Mid-level warriors 7–9: High-level warriors
The realms are: Warrior, Great Warrior, Param Vir Chakra, Time Wheel, Golden Realm, Earth Realm, Heaven Realm, Cosmic Realm, Divine Realm, and God Realm.
Here, the powerful create rules, and the weak follow them.
Among the lofty mountains and dense clouds lies the City of Anantagiri, a prosperous and fortified city. One of the three most powerful families here is the Maurya family.
On a high mountain near a grand building, a crowd had gathered in a vast field. The atmosphere was bustling with excitement as people talked among themselves. Suddenly, a man arrived, and the chatter ceased.
The man spoke in a stern voice, "Next is Avir!"
In the crowd, a young man of about 18 was dozing off while standing.
Once again, the man called out loudly, "Next is Avir!"
The crowd began murmuring, "Where is Avir? I don't think he's here."
Just then, cutting through the crowd, a handsome young man with short hair and dressed in a long black coat and pants walked forward. His face bore a serious expression as he made his way toward a stone statue, ignoring the murmurs and taunts from the crowd.
This young man was none other than Avir Maurya, the third son of the Maurya family.
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His face bore a serious expression as he slightly lowered his head and made his way through the crowd toward a stone statue, a magnificent statue of the queen of the realm.
This young man was none other than Avir Maurya, the third son of the prestigious Maurya family.
Avir gazed at the statue with a melancholic expression.
Suddenly, a boy from behind mocked him with a sarcastic tone, laughing, "Yes, go ahead! Show us your pathetic cultivation level... genius!" Everyone around burst into laughter.
The boy who spoke was Naved, the son of one of the key members of the Maurya family. He wore royal blue attire, and his long hair had two strands falling in front of his ears.
Avir, ignoring everyone, moved closer to the statue. He showed no emotion, though the sound of mocking laughter filled his ears.
The statue was 100 feet tall, and at its base was a stone tablet inscribed with ancient words. At its center was a palm-shaped cavity emitting a faint purple light.
Amid the rumbling thunder, Avir glanced at the statue. A stern voice broke through the air, "Begin the test, Avir!" It was the same man who had called Avir earlier.
Avir closed his eyes upon hearing the command and extended his hand toward the palm-shaped cavity on the stone tablet.
Meanwhile, near a waterfall cascading down the mountainside at the Maurya family palace, the mischievous laughter of Ram Kirpali, the head of one of the powerful families of Anantagiri, echoed. Behind him stood two guards, while an older man with a long white beard sat in a chair nearby, stroking his beard with a cunning smile. This was Manohar, the third leader who had accompanied Ram Kirpali to meet Prithviraj Maurya, the head of the Maurya family.
Prithviraj sat before them, visibly furious. The two leaders had recently bought out Anantagiri's main market, causing significant losses to the Maurya family.
Prithviraj, in an angry voice, said to Ram Kirpali, "Ram Kirpali, you are overstepping your bounds!"
Ram Kirpali smirked devilishly and, sitting beside Manohar, retorted, "I am speaking with the power of my wealth! We will completely cripple the Maurya family's market."
Prithviraj shouted angrily, "That will never happen!"
Ram Kirpali slammed his hand on the table beside him, causing it to crack. In a threatening tone, he said, "The highest bidder wins the market, and I've bought Anantagiri's market for three times the price you could offer. You're no match for us. The Maurya family will have to leave Anantagiri City."
Hearing this, Prithviraj's guards, enraged, awakened their soul power, causing green light to radiate from their bodies. Just as they were about to attack, Prithviraj stopped them.
Prithviraj glared at Ram Kirpali, pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, and said, "This is an invitation to my son Avir's wedding."
The two leaders stood up in surprise, their faces reflecting shock.
Manohar, looking at Prithviraj, asked, "Avir? Is this the same boy who, four years ago, had been practicing soul power and, at the age of 10, achieved Level 9, and by 11, had reached Level 10? Avir, the genius?"
Prithviraj tossed the invitation toward them. Ram Kirpali caught it, his face showing disbelief. He read the glowing golden letters on the paper:
"Marriage Proposal: Naira Singh to join the Maurya family soon."
Two seals appeared on the document. Manohar, in a concerned tone, said, "These are… the seals of both families."
In this realm, family seals were used as signatures to solidify any promises or deals, and breaking them required paying a hefty price.
Prithviraj smirked and said to Manohar, "Yes, these are the seals of both families."
Manohar turned to Ram Kirpali and asked, "When was this wedding planned, and why were we unaware of it?"
Ram Kirpali, still stunned, had no answer. Meanwhile, Prithviraj, with a confident smile, said, "This is just the beginning. Stay tuned to see what happens next. Now, sit down and enjoy some wine. You can read that letter later."
The two leaders, feeling a mix of anger and helplessness, quietly sat down. They dared not oppose the Singh family, a formidable clan of warriors residing outside Anantagiri City.
Meanwhile, Avir placed his hand on the palm-shaped cavity on the stone tablet near the queen's statue.
Thunder rumbled, and the tablet began to tremble. The purple light from the cavity intensified, spreading through the tablet's cracks.
Avir opened his eyes and saw purple words glowing on the stone tablet. He pulled his hand back, his face showing shock and sorrow.
The examiner declared in a stern tone, "Avir Maurya, your soul power is at Level 3, a very weak level."
The crowd erupted into laughter. Naved whistled mockingly, and people jeered, "Level 3? Really? Is this the so-called genius?!"
Another boy laughed, "Give me a moment to breathe… This so-called genius is a disgrace to the Maurya family!"
Naved smirked and added, "If he weren't the Maurya family head's son, this trash would've been thrown out of the family long ago!"
Ignoring the mockery, Avir walked away, distraught over his declining soul power.
As Avir descended the stairs, a beautiful girl named Naira Singh passed by. When they crossed paths, both stopped and exchanged a serious glance.
Avir asked, "Nayu! Do you hate me too?"
Naira paused but walked away without answering, heading toward the stone tablet. Avir continued walking, his pain evident on his face.
While the crowd mocked Avir, another girl arrived. This was Anya Verma, the adopted daughter of the Maurya family. With her innocent beauty, long black hair adorned with butterfly and flower-like clips, she silenced everyone with her presence.
Anya approached Avir, gently held his hand, and said with a sweet smile, "Why are you sad? You look better when you smile."
The examiner then announced, "Naira Singh! Level 7, a high-level soul power!"
Hearing this, Avir's face fell. Anya reassured him, "Don't lose hope. If you keep practicing, you'll surpass everyone soon."
When Anya's turn came, she said to Avir, "Now it's my turn. Wait for me!"
As Anya placed her hand on the stone tablet, golden light filled the sky, accompanied by loud thunder. Avir, standing with his eyes closed, opened them in astonishment, seeing the entire sky illuminated.
The examiner announced something that shocked everyone, leaving the crowd dispersing in awe. Avir, however, stood there alone, a faint smile on his face.
What happened during Anya's test? Why is Avir's soul power declining? Stay tuned to find out!