Ancient Stone Stele

After successfully transforming his body through years of grueling effort, Abhimanyu was eager to take the final step, But his mother Shubhra stop him.

The sight of her ten year old son enduring ceaseless agony for five relentless years had pierced her heart. 

"Abhimanyu, you've pushed yourself too far. Take a break. Meditate and restore your spirit before you claim your Heavenly Physique."

So Abhimanyu listion to her.

The next morning, Abhimanyu awoke feeling fresh and alive. Sunlight filtered through his chamber, casting golden patterns across the stone floor, a quiet herald of renewal.

A few minutes later, a soft knock echoed at his door. A maid stood there, her posture deferential as she spoke. "Young Master, your bath has been prepared." Without a word, Abhimanyu rose and followed her to the washroom.

Inside was a gold basin filled with very clear water. However, the water was shining brighter than polished diamonds. It also exudes an intoxicating scent that could attract lost travelers from thousands of miles away.

Abhimanyu paused, narrowing his eyes and asked, "What is this?"

The maid bowed her head slightly. "Young Master, this is Holy Spring Water. It's good for your body."

Abhimanyu looked at her and said, "I know this is Holy Spring Water. But this is a precious material used when making Healing Pills. Even a single sip can save dying mortar bake to life. What I'm asking is why is it being used for me to shower?"

The maid's eyes dropped to the floor, her hands fidgeting nervously. "Young Master," she replied quietly, "it was the order of the Clan Madam."

Upon hearing this, his corner of the mouth started twitching. Although he knew that his mother could go a little overboard when it comes to him, he did not think that she would go that far.

"My father must be crying somewhere right now and secretly cursing her for being too wasteful. Arjun, the Clan Master, was a man of discipline and pragmatism; the idea of wasting such a treasure on a bath would no doubt gnaw at him."he thought wryly

Meanwhile, the maid, noticing his hesitation, dropped to her knees in a sudden, desperate motion. "Young Master, please," she pleaded, her voice trembling, "go into the bath, or I'll face the Madam's wrath later."

Seeing her like this, Abhimanyu sighed, he forgot that his mother is from Hidmba clan. Her brother is the Hidmba Sect's Clan master.

Hidmba Clan is immortal lineage located in the Inner Region of Asur Amar Lok and had existed for a long time. Because of how they did things back in the day, they were called a Demonic Clan by the many forces.

Of course, their situation had improved a lot over the years. With the arduous efforts of the clan members and Elders, they had finally changed their fame from a Demonic Clan to a Divine Clan. It's just that they couldn't completely cut themselves off from their demonic roots.

His mother only gentle with him to others she is a ruthless.

He gave the maid a small nod. she rose and slipped out to prepare his clothes for after the bath.

He Stepped into the golden basin. During his bath, Abhimanyu felt like a heavy burden had been lifted from his body. He became more light and nimble. The Holy Spring Water was truly a miracle.

After that, he decided to go to the clan's garden. It's always been a peaceful place to relax.

The Shiromani clan was vast, its domain stretching across countless mountain peaks. To travel between these peaks, clan members flew effortlessly through the sky. 

But Abhimanyu couldn't fly, at least not yet.

A maid soon arrived to escort him. She extended her hand, and with a soft chant, they lifted into the air. Together, they soared into the open sky.

As they flew, Abhimanyu's eyes widened with wonder. He gazed below at the sprawling peaks, valleys, and clouds curling between cliffs. but one cech his eyes At massive stone stele surrounded by a wide arena. 

He turned to the maid. "What is that place down there?"

She followed his gaze. "Young master," she said gently, "that is the clan's Testing Grounds, where Shiromani descendants challenge themselves. That stone stele you see is no ordinary monument. It tests the strength of one's physical body.

Abhimanyu's eyes lit up to see how mach his body develop in past 5 years. 

"Let's go there," he said without hesitation.

The maid nodded, a knowing smile on her lips.

"As you wish, young master."

At this moment, beside the ancient stone stele, a young girl in a flowing palace dress sat in meditation, preparing to challenge it.

She appeared to be around fourteen or fifteen years old, with long golden hair that shimmered like sunlight.

"I wonder what results Tara will achieve this time?"

"She possesses the the Heart of a Celestial, so she master various Techniques extremely fast. She must have mastered all sorts of Body Refining Techniques."

"I heard several Sequences tried to recruit her as a follower, but she turned them all down."

Around the stele, many young descendants of the Shiromani Clan murmured among themselves, their gazes fixed on the girl named Tara Shiromani.

Tara Shiromani, though not one of the Ten Sequences, was still a renowned noble daughter within the Shiromani Clan.

This was because she possessed the Heart of a Celestial. It's ranked 980 among all the physiques. As long as Tara did not perish prematurely, she was destined to reach the Celestial Realm (Rank 6).

While a Celestial might not be considered especially rare within an ancient clan like the Shiromani, across the vast expanse of Trilok, such beings were far from ordinary. In fact, in many smaller clans and sects, even the highest elders were merely Celestials.

Because of her potential, several Sequences had extended offers to recruit her, some even promising high status or rare resources. But Tara rejected them all.

"Heaven Suppressing Golden Palm!"

Tara raised her fair, jade-like hand and slammed it towards the Stone Stele.