Weapon Cultivation History (Final)

After seeing the deaths of my race members, I left towards to our valley. On the way there, I thought about the burden that our Patriarch, Matriarch and Grand Elders had carried during their lives.

The information that I received was still on my mind. Despite having comprehended all of it, it was difficult to accept it. How could all of that be possible? You might wonder what it was, right? Well, it said that after the stranger imparted the cultivation technique, a memory from him showed and explained many things to the person who was selected as the leader of our race.

First, that this technique not only allows us to gain strength from cultivating but it also modified our bloodline. Thanks to it, we were able to reach a high level, gain abilities according to our weapons and that some of them could awake a soul. However, this soul besides gaining strength from our power it also was feed by our emotions. Yet, not everybody could awake the dark face of our weapons as it required a great anger, hate and despair. Once the dark face awakes, our abilities will mutate, and our strength will increase by several folds.

Second, that dark power came from the bloodline of the hero that saved our lives. Yet, in the upper levels of the universe that bloodline was considered as something that shouldn´t exist because it not only strengths from the cultivation but also by refining the blood of the dead enemies. Such dark and devil bloodline and cultivation technique were classified as a forbidden by the realm of the rulers. And what is the realm of the rulers? It is the realm where divine and evil gods existed.

Another reason why it was forbidden was because the original cultivator, that was our hero, wrecked the primordial order of the universe. Not even evil and divine gods could confront him. His existence caused all levels of beings to shiver in his presence. However, he was killed almost a million of years ago. Feared that there will be a second one of him, the rulers spread the order to kill everyone related to him.

How could he explain all of what happened after his death? The answer was his bloodline. It appears that one of the special characteristics was to save all the memories and experiences of the ones who possessed it. That is why our hero was able to tell us this.

Third, he said that when our race reached a certain number of members and a level of cultivation, we needed to wage war across our continent. Otherwise, we will be exterminated and there will no be a path of survival for us. He also explained that we were destined to be nearly exterminated but there will be a day when our race will rise once more. And that day will be when two crimson lightnings fell during our annual festival and two children with crimson hair and golden eyes will born. Once they turn twelve, they should receive an inheritance that will be provided by the last elder of the war period.

So, now it is my turn to follow his orders and set up an inheritance for them in our valley. However, I need to first seal the cultivation of our remaining race members before setting the inheritance and only the next Patriarchs should learn the truth about this.

[Ahhh…. Patriarch it has been a heavy burden for you…. I´ll fulfill my task at all cost] I thought as I was reaching the entrance of the marsh.

After arriving at the valley, the first thing I did was to gather all the race members and cast over them the seal on their cultivation and also, I changed their memories. From that day, all of them will think that we had been attacked by the humans and our technique had to been handed to them.

Then I fall unconscious for some days due to having exhausted my energy and power by using the seal.

Having rested, I started to set up rules and changes in our lives. I forbid them to leave the valley, to keep celebrating the festival every year and other orders.

For the next years I created this altar according to the instructions of the memories I received and educated my grandson to be the next Patriarch. Once the ten years arrived, I guided my grandson and wife to this altar and make them promise to follow the orders that I had been passed by the hero and previous Patriarch.

The moment they learned the truth, they were shocked up and cried for three days before saying my goodbyes to them.

What happened next is as you can guess, I left the village and went to meet the leader of the warriors at the valley where we fought in order to fulfill my promise.

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[Einar POV]

After having experienced this truth I was feeling sad, anger, despair but also a sense of respect emerged from me.

"Why!!!....."

[Don´t be sad younger one] a voice said.

In that moment a figure appeared in front of me. He was an old man with golden hair, a thick beard, blue eyes.

"Y-you are…"

[That's right. I´m Cloren, however, what you are looking at is only a remnant of my power. Thanks to this altar I was able to leave a wisp of my existence that would awoke once the promised ones arrives here]

"…."

[You don´t have to say anything. I know that all of this is hard to accept but that is the fate of our race and the ones that possess that bloodline]

"Why?!?! Why it had to happen this way?!?!"

[As I said, this is our fate. But you have arrived. I know you still have questions, but I can´t answer to them. Now you shall accept the inheritance that is destined to be yours] were his last words before all turned dark.

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[Nilsa POV]

"….."

[Seems that you are tranquil after seeing my memories]

"I feel sad, but somehow I was prepared for this"

[Ho… Well as you are the other child that was promised, your inheritance is also ready, now accept it]

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[Elin and Gerd POV]

*Sob* *Sob*

"….."

[Don´t cry my children. As all of this was destined to happen. I can feel that you despite not been the chosen ones, your paths are related to them. Sadly, there is no inheritance for you, but I can help you grow and release the seal on your cultivation. However, this must be a secret between us]

"T-Thanks elder"

"We won´t forget about your sacrifice"

[It´s ok, there is no need to remember it, just help those two to lead our race to our golden era]