Immortal Supreme: Sovereign of the Grand Dao

Chapter 214  Awakening Past Life Memories: The Fateless One

"The question is, does the current me... still have that same conviction and desire?"

Arthur went silent.

In the boundless golden space, Arthur faced his past incarnation, the echoes of their conversation still reverberating in the astral realm.

"To become the strongest, you must possess an indomitable and invincible will," the incarnation's voice echoed, emphasizing the gravity of the path Arthur was about to tread.

"An indomitable will," Arthur repeated, absorbing the weight of those words.

The challenge was clear — to stand against the Grand Heavenly Dao, his will needed to be unyielding.

'What he said is true. Although I want to be strong, strong enough to go against the heavens but...'

"You have the will but it isn't solid enough. From what I can see, if the heavens propose a truce, you will... succumb."

*Bang!*

Something clicked in Arthur's mind like a switch, "Never!" His gaze became more focused.

The incarnation let out a sigh of relief when he saw that, "Luckily it's still there."

"What was that?"

"We and the Grand Dao are irreconcilable enemies you could say. We vowed never to bow our head to anyone in defeat, not even the lofty heavens."

Curiosity flickered in Arthur's eyes as he dared to ask, "Is there a quick way to strengthen my will?"

A mysterious smile graced the ethereal Arthur's lips.

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In response to his gesture, two mirrors materialized behind him, reflecting random images.

"These mirrors hold the essence of our existence. One carries the memories of your original past life, while the other encapsulates the experiences of the incarnation that became the Mortal Emperor."

Arthur gazed at the mirrors, a duality of his being laid bare before him.

The choice was clear, and he nodded in agreement. "I'll enter the one with my original past life memories first."

"Wise choice, but your current mastery of the Nine Heavens Soul Technique is too weak hence you will not be able to stay for long."

Arthur nodded, "I understand."

As Arthur stepped into the mirror's threshold, the golden space morphed into a desert landscape, unforgiving and relentless.

A gust of hot wind carried the scent of sand and hardship. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

'Where am I? What body is this?' Arthur looked down and was surprised at his cute self.

 A 12-year-old version of himself stood, bearing the weight of a harsh reality.

Bruises adorned his young body, a testament to the cruelties he endured.

'Is this my past self?' he wondered and then memories hit him like a boulder and he knew his current backstory.

My parents were killed by a powerful Evil Cultivator and their souls were completely erased from existence.

I was then sold as a slave to the current person before me.

A noble young man, adorned in opulent attire, emerged, a cruel glint in his eyes.

He fastened a leash around young Arthur's neck, a sinister display of dominance.

"Get moving, you worthless slave!" The nobleman's voice dripped with contempt.

The scene unfolded in the merciless desert, where the sun scorched both body and spirit.

Young Arthur, resilient despite his predicament, walked with a determination that belied his age.

'Also it appears that I can't speak or control my actions at all...'

'But I can feel everything else. Both physically and mentally.'

As the days passed, the young slave learned to navigate the shadows, cultivating in secret to defy his oppressors.

His intellect blossomed, and he devised schemes to outsmart those who sought to break his spirit.

Under the blade of bandits who unwittingly became his instrument of vengeance, the noble oppressors met their demise.

The desert was a territory called the Dark Lands, which bore witness to the struggle that seemed to echo with the resilience of a spirit unwilling to be subdued.

In the golden expanse, Arthur experienced the crucible of his original past life, the trials that forged his indomitable will.

The narrative wove a tapestry of hardship and growth, the desert mirroring the challenges of life, and the young Arthur embodying the tenacity to overcome.

In this vivid reenactment of his past, Arthur felt the weight of his original self's determination.

The echoes of a young boy's defiance against adversity resonated in the astral space.

As Arthur watched his past unfold, a profound realization dawned — his indomitable will, tempered in the crucible of hardship, was the key to overcoming the Grand Heavenly Dao.

The story continues.

Having outsmarted his noble oppressors, young Arthur found camaraderie among bandits.

Sworn brothers with their leader, he navigated a world where loyalty was as fickle as shifting sands.

The story took a darker turn as betrayal reared its head.

His sworn brother, seduced by the allure of treasure, orchestrated Arthur's demise.

Thrown off a cliff and left for dead, Arthur clung to life.

At the cliff's base, fate smiled upon him as he discovered a healing herb that defied the odds.

A river carried him to a forested territory, another territory where a malevolent sect enslaved him once more and made him a miner for their spirit crystal mine.

A hundred years of toil passed until a disciple recognized Arthur's intelligence.

Elevated from slave to servant, he was granted a cultivation technique, revealing his latent talent.

However, shadows loomed as the master sought to enslave Arthur's soul.

Sensing the impending threat, he fled, framed as a traitor and hunted by the sinister sect.

Time flowed like an unyielding river, and a millennium passed.

Arthur evolved into a formidable cultivator, standing at the pinnacle of his world.

Just when he thought he was finally at the true peak of power...

Yet, a revelation struck — he existed in the lower realms.

Then he understood.

"There is a mountain above the mountain you know and a sky above the sky you know."

He began yearning for ascension to the immortal world.

He found a way to cultivate and break through to ascend, but when the time finally came, the heavens cast an unfair Heavenly Tribulation upon him.

It was then that the threads of destiny began weaving a harsh truth — he was despised by the Grand Heavens.

"The Fateless One. The only one out of countless others. An anomaly with no Fae of his own. A variable that should not exist but does. That is who I am?" Arthur came to a realization.

Just as the journey was about to continue, Arthur found himself back in the golden space.

*Swoosh!*