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The beautiful figure, as ethereal as a celestial being, echoed in Aotian's mind at all times.
"Tian'er, it's time to eat."
"Tian'er, are you fighting again?"
"Tian'er, don't cry, your mother is here..."
That soft voice, filled with infinite maternal love, constantly enveloped Aotian in boundless affection.
However, the incident three years ago shattered Aotian's happiness completely.
The man named Willow Demon had effortlessly reduced the Mystical Energy he had painstakingly cultivated over the years to nothing with just a single finger, causing him to fall from Innate Fivefold to Acquired Fourfold. His father was struck dozens of times, and the dignity of the Aojia family head was thoroughly trampled underfoot.
He took away the dignity of the Aojia family, took away his mother, took away his happiness, and took everything that rightfully belonged to him, returning to the so-called Supreme Overlord Clan with an air of victory.
In order to rescue his mother and redeem himself, he dedicated three whole years to practicing the Dragon God Transformation Technique. As a result, he endured three years of ridicule and pain. Was it finally time for his hard work to bear fruit?
Thinking about this, even with Aotian's current resilient spirit, he couldn't help but feel his eyes redden:
"Teacher, I have made it into the realm of the Dragon God Transformation Technique, haven't I?"
The middle-aged voice carried a hint of laughter:
"That's right. Mastering the Transformation Technique means you have taken the most difficult step. As long as you persevere, you will definitely be able to rescue your mother and become a true powerhouse."
Upon hearing this, Aotian clenched his fists tightly, flames of battle igniting in his eyes.
"Willow Demon, everything you have given me, I will return to you. Just wait!"
By the window, Aotian stared blankly at the vast, dark night sky.
In the Dragon God World, there are many martial artists. Most of them cultivate Mystical Energy, and their levels are divided into Postnatal Nine Levels, Innate Nine Levels, and the Three Spirits Realm. As for the realms beyond that, Aotian was unclear.
The first four levels of the Postnatal realm focus on refining the physical body, while at the Fifth level, Mystical Energy is born within. Only when Mystical Energy appears inside can one be considered a true martial artist.
Aotian practiced a rather rare technique called the Dragon God Transformation Technique. What was born within him was not Mystical Energy but Transformation Technique. Tonight, Aotian finally cultivated the Transformation Technique, meaning he had crossed from the fourth to the fifth level of the Postnatal realm.
Although Aotian felt a bit excited, he was more burdened by the weight of his current abilities. Powerful martial artists could move mountains and shatter stones with just a thought. According to his teacher, true top-tier martial artists could even tear apart the void and create all things; that is what it means to be a true overlord. If I had that kind of power, saving my mother would probably be a piece of cake.
Thinking about this, Aotian couldn't help but smile bitterly. If reaching that level were so easy, it wouldn't be called an overlord. However, just because I lack ability now doesn't mean I won't in the future.
In the darkness, Aotian's eyes sparkled with confidence.
"Since you have cultivated the Transformation Technique, find an opportunity to go out. I want you to break through to Innate as soon as possible," said a middle-aged man's voice again.
Lin Tian nodded and said, "Seven days from now is Aojia's Test Match. After I prove my strength, I'll go out with you for training."
"Do as you wish. The place we are going this time is somewhat dangerous. I need to recover my strength as much as possible, so I will fall into a deep sleep during this time. Try not to wake me."
"Yes, teacher..."
Then there was silence, as if the voice's owner had completely sunk into Aotian's body.
Aotian was not surprised by this; after three years of companionship, he did not know much about the mysterious middle-aged man’s origins, but he was certain that he would not harm him.
Three years ago, on a desolate night, atop a deserted mountain peak, a youthful boy's face bore not the innocence and happiness typical for his age, but rather a countenance filled with despair and gloom.
It was also on that wandering night that the boy's life underwent a tremendous turning point.
A middle-aged man, appearing ethereal and almost like a soul, floated up from the foot of the mountain. Although he seemed as if a gust of wind could disperse him, an overwhelming aura of superiority could not be concealed.
From that day on, the boy learned an extraordinary technique known as the Dragon God Transformation Technique. The middle-aged man thus became the boy's teacher, dedicating himself to nurturing him.
“Teacher, father, mother, Tian'er will not let you down!” Under the moonlight, the youthful boy appeared to make a solemn vow to heaven and earth.
The next morning, while it was still dim outside, a robust figure pushed open Aotian's door and quietly gazed at Aotian, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed.
Aotian's ears twitched, and his eyes suddenly opened wide, shooting like arrows toward the doorway. He was momentarily taken aback upon seeing the middle-aged man standing there.
The man appeared to be around thirty years old and was quite handsome. Although Aotian's face was still youthful, he bore a striking resemblance to this middle-aged man.
“Father!” Aotian quickly got up and called out.
This middle-aged man was indeed Aotian's father, Aojia family head Aotian.
Aotian smiled and said:
"Tian'er, are you practicing again?"
Aotian nodded.
Looking at the determined expression on his son's youthful face, Aotian sighed internally, wishing... wishing that Tian'er's talent was still there.
As he thought about it, Aotian couldn't help but clench his fists tightly, veins bulging on his forehead, making him appear somewhat fierce.
Then, he exhaled a breath of white air weakly. That man was too terrifying. Even with all his strength in a single strike, it was easily countered by the opponent. To him, he probably seemed like an ant.
Thinking of this, Aotian's tiger-like eyes reddened as he choked out:
"Tian'er, it's your father's fault for being useless. I couldn't even protect your mother, and I caused you to..."
At this point, Aotian fell silent. He too remained quiet, and the room descended into an unusual tranquility.
Suddenly, Aotian looked at Aotian and said:
"Father, you don't need to blame yourself. Tian'er's talent has returned."
"What did you say?" Aotian stared intently at Aotian, the tension and excitement in his eyes unmistakable.
Aotian smiled slightly and extended a hand towards Aotian with a pat.
Aotian also reached out with his calloused hand to meet Aotian's palm.
Suddenly, Aotian felt a surge of power gathering within his body and coalescing in his palm. Just as this power was about to burst forth from his hand and collide with himself, it seemed to encounter some kind of barrier, preventing it from breaking free. Nevertheless, Aotian could still sense the force accumulating in his palm. This power far exceeded the Fourth Layer of Postnatal, it was the power of Mystical Energy.
Aotian retracted his hand and looked at Aotian with joy, his voice trembling as he asked, "You... you have cultivated Mystical Energy?"
Upon hearing Aotian's words, Aotian nodded, confirming it. However, he did not mention that he had cultivated the Transformation Technique instead of Mystical Energy. After all, this matter was too mysterious; his teacher had once told him not to disclose his existence. Therefore, Aotian decided to keep this secret from his father, as long as his father knew he had broken through to the Fifth Layer of Postnatal.
"Haha, great!" Upon hearing Aotian's acknowledgment, Aotian couldn't help but laugh heartily, a tone of relief evident in his voice.
Hearing Aotian's laughter made Aotian's nose tingle. It had been three whole years since he last heard his father laugh so joyfully. Ever since his mother passed away, his father's eyes had been filled with despair; if it weren't for Aojia and himself, his father might have chosen to end his own life.
"Father, don't worry. I will definitely reunite our family." His voice was slightly childish but filled with undeniable determination.
Aotian was momentarily taken aback before patting Aotian on the shoulder with a look of comfort on his face, saying, "Father believes you will succeed..."
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