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> In an age long forgotten, the world shattered under the weight of unchecked power. The World Will — the ancient overseer of realms — fractured herself to save creation, sealing the chaos with her fading breath.

Now, in a quiet town at the edge of the Whispering Fang Mountains, a curious boy named Kael lives a peaceful life with his mother and sister. He has no memory of who he truly is — no knowledge that within him sleeps a fragment of the very force that once held the realms together.

But the world is stirring. Mana surges through the land once more, and the ancient bloodlines of dragons, gods, and giants begin to awaken.

When Kael touches the pool of awakening during his coming-of-age ceremony, forgotten powers ripple across dimensions. Demon lords tremble. Celestial gods take notice. Factions scramble to find the boy whose soul carries the pulse of a world.

With only friends, fragments of memory, and a smile that hides a storm, Kael must climb the path of cultivation — from Body Refinement to godhood — while war brews across mortal and celestial realms.

But the true question remains:

Will he reclaim his destiny to protect the world… or burn it to the ground?

Genesis :Rise of the World Will

Night fell over the outer sect like a heavy curtain.

While most disciples rested or meditated, Rean stood alone beneath a stone archway, watching the moon's reflection ripple across a quiet pond. He was supposed to be training — or at least sleeping — but his thoughts stirred louder than any sword clash.

That boy — Kael — he didn't even seem to try. And yet, people looked at him. Respected him.

"Still brooding like a wounded cat?"

The voice came from behind the trees. Calm. Cold. And unmistakably familiar.

From the shadows stepped a tall man in dark blue robes with a silver trim — no emblem, no rank displayed, but his presence was undeniable.

And a low-ranking outer sect elder.

"Father," Rean said, bowing stiffly. "I didn't expect—"

"I watched your mock duel earlier," Raenor cut in. "You lost control. Again."

"You let emotion blind your core. And that girl… Yu Meilan? You actually paused mid-strike for her."

"She's not your future. Not unless you rise high enough to be seen."

Raenor sat on a nearby stone and tossed a jade scroll toward his son. Rean caught it.

"A technique," Raenor said. "One I acquired during my time in the Northern Flow Sect. It's called Flowing Fin, Silent Fang."

Rean blinked. "A… fish technique?"

Raenor smirked. "Fish don't fight with force. They wait, then strike in bursts. This technique teaches fluid footwork, delayed breath control, and redirection. It makes you unpredictable. Deceptive."

"It's not meant to be powerful. It's meant to be clever." Raenor stood. "You need an edge. And not just because of Kael."

Rean's jaw tightened. "So what is this trial, really? Just another brawl?"

Raenor looked skyward, as if speaking to stars.

"No. The trial in two months isn't a fight for rankings — it's a selection."

"Elders from each peak will observe. They'll each take one or two disciples into personal tutelage."

"That's why I brought this to you," Raenor said. "This may be your only chance to rise beyond me."

Raenor had always made it clear: he was never chosen. A lifetime outer sect elder. No advancement. No legacy.

Elsewhere in the sect, the news of the trial's delay spread like wildfire.

Class B's instructor, Gai Fei, clapped his hands that morning and said, "Good news. The elders want you all alive and presentable for once. Trial's been shifted two moons forward."

Li Ziyun groaned. "Two months? That's long enough for three more injuries."

Jay Jay whispered to Kael, "Or for Rean to come up with new insults."

Kael chuckled, but his focus was elsewhere — the relic sword, Tsarvane, had shown him glimpses of something called "Elemental Echo Threads" during meditation. He needed time to explore.

Meanwhile, Rean trained in isolation.

He practiced in an abandoned grove, barefoot, legs submerged in water up to the knees. The fish technique required stillness, then sudden shifts. He learned to slip, then stab. To swerve, then strike.

He even caught a moment where he outpaced a basic Body Refinement movement scroll.

His technique was strange. Fluid. Ancient.

He's hiding something, Rean thought.

But this time, he wouldn't just challenge him in the open.

He'd earn the attention of a peak elder first.

Back at the elder quarters, Raenor watched Rean from afar using a crystal screen, his eyes unreadable.

Beside him sat a covered scroll — one with the emblem of the Void Eel Clan. A forbidden technique. One he hadn't dared give his son… yet.

"Don't disappoint me," he murmured. "Because this time, I won't protect you."

Chapter 6 – Ripples Beneath Still Water