Immortal Supreme: Sovereign of the Grand Dao

Chapter 215  Transformation and Enlightenment

In the resplendent golden expanse, Arthur stood before the incarnation of his past self.

"Why am I fateless?" Arthur questioned, his eyes seeking answers in the gaze of his past incarnation.

The ethereal figure offered a cryptic smile, "You will find out when you continue your journey in your memories."

"But to that, you have to break through to the fourth level of the Nine Heavens Soul Technique, and the truth will unfold."

Determination flickered in Arthur's eyes.

"Alright, what next?" Arthur asked.

"Enter the memory of the Mortal Emperor version of ourselves," the incarnation beckoned.

With a nod, Arthur stepped into the mirror that held the memories of the Mortal Emperor incarnation.

Soon he awoke as someone else.

In this realm, he was reborn as Daruen, an orphan of common origin.

His martial soul, initially ranked at the bottom, manifested as a golden-armoured figure seated on a throne, a sword between him and a crown adorning his head.

Though it seemed powerful, it held no innate strength.

Or so he thought.

However, Daruen discovered that harnessing the power of his martial spirit accelerated his mastery of cultivation techniques, fortified his willpower, and amplified his aura.

It wasn't just the spirit of a warrior; it was the essence of a king.

His ability went beyond personal strength.

Daruen found he could inspire figures with immense potential to follow him.

His perception extended to sensing those with talent and a promising future.

The world, known as the Great Desolate Realm which those of the outside worlds called them the Desolate Wilds, was rife with chaos.

Different forces vied for supremacy, often at the expense of the weaker ones.

This turbulent backdrop ignited a flame in Daruen's heart — a desire to unify the realm and bring an end to the prevailing chaos.

The memory unfolded like a vivid tapestry.

Daruen, driven by an ambition to create a unified and harmonious realm, began gathering friends and allies.

Through these connections, he encountered numerous opportunities for growth and advancement.

His cultivation surged, propelled by the collective strength of his allies and the influence of his kingly martial soul.

The Desolate Wilds became a stage for Daruen's ascent, a theatre of battles, alliances, and the pursuit of a vision greater than personal glory.

As he rose, the disparate forces of the world felt the gravitational pull of his leadership.

"Unifying the entire realm — that was my goal," Daruen's voice echoed through the astral expanse.

The scenes painted a portrait of Daruen's charismatic leadership, his battles against chaotic forces, and the forging of a legacy that transcended the boundaries of ordinary martial cultivators.

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In the Great Desolate Realm, the vivid memories of Daruen's life continued to unfold like an epic saga. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

As Daruen decided to embark on the journey of unifying the world, he had just ascended to the position of the prime disciple within his sect.

Challenges were his daily bread.

Daruen faced the most talented of the younger generation, defeating them one by one.

His martial spirit, a golden-armoured figure seated on a throne, became a formidable force, drawing many to his side.

The emergence of a unique ability, the Ruler's Tongue, became a catalyst in his rise.

This was a strange power that gave him a persuasive eloquence, he could talk people into believing in him and even submitting to his cause.

Slowly, he gained control of his entire sect, guiding it from the shadows.

The principle of strength in unity became Daruen's creed.

His influence extended beyond his sect, reaching the corners of the martial world.

In one of his cultivation journeys, Daruen encountered a hidden plot.

He also discovered another ability of his Martial Spirit which was; that the more followers he amassed, the stronger he became.

His influence extended beyond his sect, reaching the corners of the martial world.

In one of his cultivation journeys, Daruen encountered a hidden plot.

The realm faced an imminent threat as the Sea-Dweller Race planned an invasion.

Daruen, with strategic brilliance, acted on his long-awaited plans as at this time his status allowed him the privilege.

The Sect Leader of the Martial Dao Sect!

Using his might and alliances, he shocked the world by unifying the realm without significant bloodshed.

When the Sea Dweller Race attacked, they found a united front.

The invaders were forced back to the sea, and Daruen, rather than conquering, opted for a lasting peace treaty that spanned a million years.

The world flourished under his rule, and martial arts reached new heights.

Yet, peace couldn't stave off Daruen's innate sense of impending doom.

Stepping into the first stages of the Emperor Dao, he foresaw an invasion from other worlds.

In anticipation, he set up a force biding its time for another Mortal Emperor.

As Arthur, watching these scenes from Daruen's life, awoke from the memories, he felt a profound weakness enveloping him.

The echoes of Daruen's legacy resonated, leaving Arthur in awe of the intricate web of leadership and strategy that defined his past self.

The incarnation, sensing Arthur's struggle, offered guidance, "You've glimpsed the path of leadership and strength in the Emperor's Dao."

"With the sovereign star, you should be able to awaken a similar martial spirit as the Mortal Emperor incarnation."

"There are still more memories to be unearthed. But to continue, you must first break through to the fourth level of the Nine Heavens Soul Technique."

Arthur nodded, a sense of determination filling him. The weight of Daruen's experiences lingered in his consciousness as he stood in the golden expanse.

"The journey is far from over, Arthur," the incarnation's voice echoed, a subtle encouragement embedded within the words.

*Swoosh!*

The golden space folded, and Arthur found himself back in the reality of the cultivation chamber but something was different.

Arthur closed his eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled.

*Huff!*

When he reopened his eyes, there was a great transformation in his eyes and an aura of a ruler around him.

In his eyes that looked mischievous sometimes and serious sometimes, there was now restraint.

Now in his gaze was an indomitable and unbending will of determination for power.

One that can pierce the hearts of men and even make them tremble in fear to submit or cause them to be stirred to follow him in bravery and courage, giving their lives for his cause.

A certain charm and charisma that was not there previously was now present.

But above all.

"I know now what next I must do."

*Swoosh!*

Arthur appeared in his room.