The return of the king

In a blink of an eye, eight years passed.

News about Abhimanyu continued to spread throughout the Shiromani clan.

Everyone knew that Abhimanyu, upon his birth receive the status of Sacred Son.

As for the Zero Sequence status, under Arjun's deliberate restriction, it did not spread out.

This was because he planned to invite various Immortal Forces from the different Immortal Domains to Abhimanyu's tenth birthday banquet, where he would publicly announce Abhimanyu's Zero Sequence status.

This was suggested by Subhadra, Abhimanyu's mother, to help him build his reputation.

Moreover, this would also give Abhimanyu ten years to live in peace.

Now, a child was climbing a winding mountain path, followed by a few attendants. From their posture and demeanor, it was obvious they were servants.

The young child was quite adorable. The only thing odd about him were his eyes. His eyes were full of vicissitude, wisdom, and maturity that was beyond his age.

This child was Abhimanyu. He was on his way to the clan's library.

All he remembered from before his rebirth was a white light, a spinning sensation, and then the faces of three giants staring at him as a baby.

As he walked the mountain, Abhimanyu started reminiscing about the past eight years.

He had learned to walk and talk within just a few days of being born. He thought by doing so, he would be a genius and be praised, but he thought too much. Although he was far ahead of his peers in the sect, all he got were a few non worthy remarks, and that was it.

Later, he learned that there were Little Sages born in this world. The moment that they were born, they could walk and talk. They knew many truths in this world and could enlighten others. His little achievement was not so rare.

After that, he buried himself in the Clan's library, trying to understand this world. he already knew this was a world of Immortals, but understanding its structure left him both stunned and excited.

Power levels in this world are divided into 10 realms:

Mortal, Body Refining, Expert, Master, King, Saint, Celestial, Supreme, Sovereign.

After reaching the Sovereign Realm, all qualified Heaven Chosen would battle for supremacy. The winner would carry Heaven's Will, prove their power, and ascend as a Great Emperor.

As such, in every generation, there could only be one Great Emperor. The winner becomes Supreme, while the loser gets nothing.

And what is a Great Emperor?

A Great Emperor stands above all living beings. They transcend life and death. They become immortal.

Great Emperors have the Eternal Youth, No longer bound by time.

This means that any force, clan, religion, or empire with a Great Emperor would rule the entire world for a period of time. Of course, reality is far more complicated than that.

Every Emperor would disappear after a while and give way form the next generation. Even if some of them had the ambition to rule the world forever, they never succeeded. Who knows what happened to them and where they went.

The water of this world ran deep is far deeper than most could ever imagine.

One night Abhimanyu lay in bed, hands tucked behind his head, he stared out the window at three great moons in the sky. The silver moon hung at the very top, glowing soft and bright like a lantern made of moonlight. Beneath it, to the left, floated the red moon, pulsing like a warm ember. To the right of that sat the golden moon, shining gentle and warm like a candle's flame. Together they formed a perfect triangle. These three moons represented the three Amar Lok

His eyes were wide open as he thought about everything he'd learned about the world of Immortals. It was way more incredible than he'd ever dreamed. A slow smile spread across his face, and his heart started to thump with excitement.

The moment he understood the truth of this world, he made up his mind. He wouldn't sit idly by while others chased greatness.

He would become the strongest existence this world had ever seen. Not to rule, but to live freer than any being ever born.

One of the most satisfying things for Abhimanyu was his powerful background. 

He is the son of the Clan Leader of the Shiromani clan: one of the most powerful Clan in the Akhand Amal Lok.

You know, among the three Lok and one Sagar the Akhand Amal Lok is the most powerful, the most competitive, and richest in spiritual qi, and home to the deepest Immortal Lineages.

Immoral Lineage refers to Clans or groups that has a Great Emperor.

Abhimanyu later learned that even his mother's family was also an Immoral Lineage. So, when it comes to background, only few people could compare to him.

Yet, despite all this, Abhimanyu remained neither arrogant nor complacent. In fact, the very "halos" he was born with only pushed him to work harder under the weight of expectation.

Far from the Shiromani Clan, deep within Ajay Amar Lok, rose the ancient and formidable Maurya Empire.

The Trilok is divided into three Loks and one Sagar. Each Lok is thousands of times larger than Earth, and within them lie countless Domains, each governed by different forces.

One of the strongest Empire of Ajay Amar Lok that has Immoral Lineage that of built on conquest, power, and control. The empire had produced Five Great Emperors in the past. 

High in the mountains, a ten-year-old boy sat cross-legged on a stone platform, meditating. His black hair swayed in the breeze. When he opened his eyes, they shone with a depth no child should have. His breath stayed calm, but the weight of his aura made the air itself seem heavy.

This boy was Ashok Maurya, the prince of the Maurya Empire. A prince by birth. An Emperor by fate. At least, that was how it should have been. But fate betrayed him.

In his past life, Ashok had climbed to the top, becoming the strongest Heaven Chosen of his time. From early childhood, he was taught the ancient imperial techniques of the Maurya. He carried the Royal bloodline of kings.

But then he lost!

By Avinash the mysterious abnormy of Daitya Clan one of the most powerful Clan from the Asur Amar Lok.

Avinash wasn't just talented. He was terrifying. The Reincarnator, someone who had carried his wisdom, soul, and will through eight previous lifetimes. That monster not only stole Ashok's victory… he destroy his Maurya Empire and everything Ashok cared about.

Ashok died in the battle of Heaven's Will.

And then… Heaven gave him a second chance.

He returned!

"So this is how it begins… This time, I'm going to kill that monster."

Ashok ground his teeth. The memory flared like a sword-edge cutting into his soul. He rose, his legs steady, and clenched his fists until his nails bit into his palms and blood welled. He flexed his fingers, letting the pain fuel him.