Legendary Sword God Sect

Both sides were staring into each other's eyes intensely,neither side was willing to back down,the heavy atmosphere in the air seems to be suffocating them.

The man kept his hammer as he controlled his aura,lifting the heavy atmosphere away from the air.

The man broke out in a depressed smile as he threw Nightin a question "Hey,what exactly happened to Phoenix?"

Nightin walked up a side of the cave and slumped his back against it,the blueish glow from the crystals radiating off his stern face.

Nightin shook his head towards the side as he told the man "Senior,why don't you take a seat beside me? Miss succubus,you can rest beside us first."

The succubus had long brown hair which flowed down behind her head like a waterfall. She had clear silver eyes and her alluring body is enough to attract even those men with a strong will and mind. No men could possibly resist her charm is she attempts to have them.

The man placed his butt down on the floor and swept the dust off his robes. Placing his hand on his forehead,he pushed his blonde hair back and took out a pendent.

The pendent was oval shape in colour with a vermilion shaped gem in the middle. The pendent though made of such materials,are giving off a feeling of scorching heat. If a weak cultivator were to get near to the pendent,they would be turned to ashes immediately.

Nightin was only safe because the man formed a circular energy shield to keep him away from the heat. Nightin had a feeling that even a Martial Emperor wouldn't be able to handle that scorching heat.

The man started to talk about a long story at this time.

[From Gaven's POV]

When I was young,I was detected to become the pillar of my family. My talent was enough to put even the most talented geniuses to shame. Even those geniuses known as others by demons can't compare to me.

The confidence and pride those demons had were nothing in my eyes,it was just pure arrogance backed up with nothing but big talk. Those demons had no moral values,they would resort to any means just to get what they desire for,even at the expense of lives and blood.

Many people viewed me as their savior,until I got into contact with the path of forging one day. I saw a grand path ahead of me,I was astonished and captivated by the mechanics and designs of everything in this world.

I made a vow on that day to step onto the true path of forging and become the greatest Forgist in the world,yet things didn't go my way.

People who viewed me as the savior,all wanted me to focus on the cultivation path. Many excuses and reasons were told to me. About how I can just hire some great Forgists to work under me and help me with the designing and creation of whatever I want.

Never did they know that deep within me,forging was an essential part of my life. It was just as important as water and air for me,losing it would be robbing me of my life. I would be nothing but a puppet of the world,why should I listen to them?

I'm still human after all,I have the rights to make my own decisions,no one owns me. As for my parents,who cares about those selfish faggots who only treat me as their war machine and path to fame.

That fateful night I turned fifteen,I left my family. I travelled across the many continents,met countless geniuses who might even have higher talent than me. Travelled through crowds of mortals,travelled the land and water.

I seek every opportunity to improve myself on the path of forging,I was bound to become a great Forgist. Yet,I was faced with a bottleneck soon after,I couldn't make any further progress all alone by myself. No matter how much I tried,I couldn't break through the wall blocking my path.

Right when I thought that it was the end of the road for me,Phoenix helped me paved the future pavement. From then on,I accompanied Phoenix on his future journeys and tasks.

Through following him,I learnt many incredible forging methods over those years. I obtained my personal flame essence,the Scarlet Inferno Flame,ranked third out of the world top hundred flames.

To me, Phoenix wasn't just a tutor. He was my master,my father. He was the only person I could turn to when I needed help.

After I obtained the Scarlet Inferno Flame however,he had already left. I search all over the world,explored countless dangerous grounds. Yet,it was all a futile effort,I thought he was dead.

The only reason I could even find you right now,is because of the familiar aura contained within that sword. My master Phoenix may have contained his life flame inside,but he definitely hasn't kick the bucket yet. All you saw that time was nothing but an illusion.

Nightin regained his senses gradually after Gaven brought him on a trip down his memory lane. He finally understood why he was this agitated when he first saw Nightin.

His reaction was no different from Nightin who had went on a frenzy and lost control of himself when he first lost his family.

Nightin understood now,the cultivation world may be cruel,yet it's filled with countless answers and discoveries waiting to be unravelled from their boxes.

"Whirr!"

Nightin felt like as though as if a new world has appeared in front of him. He isn't the only world who has to face the cruelty of reality,there are many others like him. They can blame the heavens and the world for treating them this way,yet have they ever truly tried to resist?

The reason why people think that the saint realm is the limit,is because they've restricted them. To them,the saint realm means the apex of the world they're in,losing their will to strive for a higher realm,the myth became a reality.

The next moment,Nightin was actually back to his childhood. At the moment he was twelve years old,training all alone by himself in a cave.

The thunder intersected with the rain as they seemingly combined together,bringing down heaven's tears as they fall on the ground.

The plants and flowers swayed along with the wind as a boy stood under the rain all alone by himself,swinging his sword repetatively under the heavy rain.

The boy was Nightin himself when young. A child who wasn't willing to bow down to fate as he went through arduous through every cycle of day and night.

Nightin called out to himself "Hey,can your hear me?"

What replied Nightin however was complete silence. The boy in front of him continuing swinging his sword in the same style repeatedly.

The next moment,Nightin was dragged and pulled into another time dimensional realm,something which had happened when he was thirteen.

That day,his father decided to bring him along to the merchant hall to take part in the auction. His father had went there aiming for the finale,a thousand year old ginseng. In this world,even hundred years herbs are rare,not to mention one which has grown for a thousand years. The thickness of the medicinal effects would be much more than that of a hundred year one.

Nightin's father Wisteria Gale,had decided that it was time for his son to see the true world. All Wisteria wanted,was to let his son have the ability to protect himself. Even if he couldn't cultivate,he would at least be able to keep himself away and safe from the various struggles for power in this world.

Yet Wisteria was bound to be disappointed the moment this decision was made. Nightin merely looked at the auction without much interest throughout,he only had his eyes set on a iron sword of excellent quality. To someone who can't cultivate like him,it was the greatest gift.

Wisteria left with no choice,could only waste part of his money of the sword. His enemies here intentionally targeted him and made him waste his money. It was pretty obvious to them that the sword was for his son,who was nothing but trash.

Again and again,forty nine different scenes of his past flashed past him again and again. All forty nine flashbacks were those who were deeply carved in his heart,each holding a special meaning in their own way.

In the next scene,he was a top scholar. He had a high official ranking and had the special attention of the King. He was the closest aide of the king as well. Many strong cultivators and officials fought just to become his pet dog,countless beauties which who were the goddess in others eyes were throwing themselves at him.

Even so, this wasn't enough for Nightin to lose sense of who he really is and what he truly aspires to be.

Next up,was him being the imperial general. The lives of countless innocent civilians were in his hands,everyone treated him with utmost respect. He was the savior of the city,the hero in everyone's eyes,the source of motivation for every soldier and the dream for every youth.

This was close to his dream,everyone respected him as a general who excels on the sword path. Still,he hasn't forgotten his own path.

Again and again,he went through many different cycles of life,yet all of them weren't enough to shake his determined heart.

Soon,he arrived at the 99th cycle. In this life,he wasn't just a mortal anymore. This time,he is the number one Spear Ancestor in the world,no one could block even one attack of his. Even in the saint realm,he was unmatched for to other saints. Soon, he actually broke through space and travelled to higher cultivation grounds.

Nightin gradually found himself falling into this vicious cycle which is luring him in,yet he can't seem to pull himself out from it.