As days passed, Allan was starting to feel bored.

He then decided to follow the hunters to hunt.

“I’m tired of this.” said Arkul as his nostrils released a scarlet flame.

All the hunters who had started to be friendly with Arkul stilled while looking at a shocked Allan.

“You...You can talk? Goddamnit, you let me talk on my own for years when you could talk?”Allan was angry.

“That’s not the issue right now. The issue right now is that I’m supposed to protect you, but you keep using me to hunt.” Arkul said.

A cunning look was on Allan’s face as he said: “I wonder what my parents will think when they know that you let them talk to you and ignored them all this time...hehe.”

“That is if you survive them for leaving home like a thief. Besides, I only started talking when I reached the God realm.” Arkul said with the same cunning look.

“But why isn’t your body bigger?” Asked Allan.

With a haughty look, the red dragon said: “I am bigger, but the God realm gave me a new ability. I can change my height and appearance at will.”

The red dragon then miniaturized itself to look like a bird. A blue bird that perched itself on Allan’s right shoulder.

“Since you reached the God realm and all. Why not help me out one last time? I need God realm demonic cores to exchange for Magical Arts so that I can start to cultivate.” Allan asked.

“That, we can agree on. The stronger you are, the less work for me.” The blue bird said before it showed an unsightly face looking around saying: “There a God stronger than me nearby. F*ck. How did this happen?”

***

“A red dragon has been killing our soldiers everywhere in the inner part of our domain.” A man dressed in a blue attire said.

“We’ve been rearing Godbeasts in these mountains for millennia and we know that these beasts need to temper themselves in battle so they can be useful to us later on.” an old man drinking wine said.

The man in the blue attire was Gus Eldridge, one of the Sword Envoys of the Demonic sword sect. He said: “What I am saying is that we have no dragon in our repertoire of sealed beasts.”

The Old man, John Brower, The Sword Master of the Demonic sword sect, stopped drinking and said: “You said Dragon? I thought the dragon race was extinct ages ago.”

“My grandson almost died fighting it. There were sightings of it in the mountains as many beasts died. We haven’t lost any Godbeasts yet but the records say that the dragons level up faster than half-demons or demonic beasts. In the near future, it might set its eyes on our Godbeasts.” Gus said.

“Unless it belongs to a faction that we cannot afford to offend, we should try to capture it.” John said.

“The blue moon sect is too far in the north to cause problems here. Who else in the continent is worthy of our attention?” Gus asked.

“The hidden clans. Why do you think that I force all of you to remain in these mountains like monks? It’s because I once discovered the fearsomeness of a hidden clan in the Grayhell continent thousands of years ago.”John said.

“We nurture dozens of God realm cultivators. We have sealed Godbeasts. What more do they have that is better than us?” Gus asked.

“Some clans are older than me while others emerged not long ago. They have more God realm cultivators than we will ever have and most importantly, they have a Primordial God watching after them.” He stopped and closed his eyes for a moment. He sighed and opened his eyes saying: “ I’ve been at this bottleneck for thousands of years now and I will probably never reach the Primordial God realm.”

“There is another realm above us?” Gus asked. He wasn’t shocked by the revelation, just curious.

“Of course there is. Primordial Gods draw primordial energy in their inner world with each breath they take. They do not need cores or concentration in order to cultivate. They acquire a perfect body that is in harmony with primordial energy, a core of primordial energy itself and they can fly with a thought. Their inner world’s core is stable and every art they cultivate is given a huge boost in strength. We are limited when we summon our inner worlds out to fight but they can keep their world outside forever. Some of the hidden clans are constructed on top of an inner world of a Primordial God. You’d have to be a Primordial god to attack them.” John said.

“Then why hide?” Gus asked.

“To consolidate their strength. Primordial bloodlines are immortal but they can still be killed. They hide to keep their immortal clansmen safe. That’s why they have so many Gods.” John answered. He downed the remainder of the wine and stood up saying: “I’m going to see what all this fuss is about then. Better me than a bloodthirsty you to mediate with that unreasonable red dragon.”

He then took a step and disappeared from the room.

He appeared in the sky above the Demonic sword sect.

He said: “Now. Where are you?”

He closed his eyes and concentrated. He thought: “Hum, a dragon’s aura. It’s been a long time. Oh...It managed to reach the God realm. A dragon...If I remember correctly, they have a chance at reaching the Primordial God level. It’s their adult realm. After that, it’s just a matter of luck if it can ascend...I wonder which hidden clan it belongs to. I refuse to believe that my Demonic sword sect is this lucky...”

He opened his eyes and said: “Found you.”

He disappeared to appear above a man who was arguing with a blue bird perched on his shoulder.

“That’s the dragon’s shapeshifting ability. From the way the dragon appears familiar with the youth, I guess that they come from a hidden clan. To leave such a rare specimen as a guard for their kids...tsk...That’s how the hidden clans do things...”John said. He was spying on the conversation between Allan and Arkul.

“Oh, he wants God realm demonic cores to trade for magical arts. With his talent, all he needs to do is join a sect and they will be more than happy to have him.” John said.

He thought: “If I can rope in a youth from a hidden clan and his dragon, it would be a huge boon for the Demonic sword sect. Will he even accept?”

“I should make myself known. The dragon has yet to sense me.” John said before he released ripples indicating his position.

It was at this time that Arkul started panicking.

Allan and his hunters were looking left and right thinking that their lives will soon be claimed by an unknown assailant that was stronger than them.

A chuckle was heard coming from the sky.

They looked up and saw an old man in a white robe. There was a pair of white translucent wings on his back that flapped up and down to keep him in the air.

The man disappeared and then appeared on the ground with them. His wings were gone.

“John Brower, at your service.” The old man bowed and said. He had decided to play the fool.

Allan was still afraid despite the God that was bowing before him. He asked: “ What do you want?”

“I saw that you have good potential. So I decided to invite you to my sect.” John said.

Allan’s fear then disappeared. He felt smug for once in his life.

“What sect is it?” Arkul asked. Still trying to see through this old man, but inwardly he knew that they had no choice but to see where this conversation would lead.

“The Demonic Sword sect.” John said.

Allan felt like he had been sent to heaven.

Arkul found this stroke of luck too coincidental.

He could not believe that the sect that Allan wanted to join would be the one to invite him with Allan doing nothing at all despite all his preparations.

“What a coincidence. I wanted to join your sect but I was told that it only accept nobles and it is rather expensive. So I had my friend hunt demonic beasts for me to sell so I could enter your sect eventually.” Allan did not hide anything.

John was left completely speechless.

‘Why would a hidden clan’s kid want to join a sect?’ He asked himself.

John asked: “Do you cultivate a magical art already?”

“No. I left home before I started training in an Art.” Allan said. He had no way of knowing that his short answer contained many clues to his identity.

John was thinking: “Only half-demons can ignore the arts and cultivate. This youth didn’t even cultivate in the demonic arts of his clan but absorbed enough primordial energy contained in demonic cores to reach the 4th tier of the human realm so fast. Humans need the help of an art to create an incomplete inner world in the very beginning of their cultivation. This youth has an incomplete demonic core as a complete core appears at the Immortal Realm. Which means that his human side that can create an inner world hasn’t been touched.”

John was inwardly happy that his next student was a half-demon. It was his first time meeting one after having heard so much about them in the legends.

“Good. Since he doesn’t have a demonic art to cultivate in, I will have him cultivate my own art as the foundation and the best Arts in the Demonic sword sect to complete it. It will count as sowing karma with his clan. Besides, he said that he wanted to enter my sect himself...Hehe...the future of my sect is sure to be a glorious one. A dragon and a half-demon.” John thought.

John then said as an odd tome appeared in his hands: “I will give you this art for the time being. Just do your best in cultivating it. When you reach the 7th tier of the Human realm and can manifest your inner world, come to the Demonic Sword sect then.”

On the tome were written the words: “Light Emissary.”

John added: “This Art is one that concentrates on speed the most. In the later stages of the God realm, you’ll be comparable to a weak Primordial God realm in speed or even faster...hehe”

John was trying too hard to sell his art. Ironically enough, he was seeing himself in Allan’s eyes as he was once offered the same art with the same words by his master.

His master had once told him that he had found that Art in some ruins. After his master who was a god at the time read the description of the art, he had decided to shatter his inner world and create a new one based on the /Light Emissary/. He then restarted his cultivation from the 1st tier of the Human realm. Eventually, he managed to reach the God realm just like his disciple would later reach it. There was only one word that could describe them: Unparalleled. Thanks to the speed they acquired cultivating the /Light Emissary/ art, no God was their match, only stronger Primordial God realm cultivators could match them.

Allan, on the other hand, was salivating as he heard the words ‘comparable to a Primordial God.’ However, he didn’t know that his lack of curiosity towards that primordial god realm proved to John that he came from a hidden clan as even human nobles still thought that the God realm was the last possible realm.

Allan accepted the book and stored it inside his storage pouch.

He bade farewell to John and started sprinting in the direction of his mansion, the hunters and blue bird following closely behind.

Everyone except Allan thought that it was impossible that they were still alive.

It was only when they arrived at the city that they felt like a giant boulder was being removed from their shoulders.

***

John was still smiling in the sky as he watched his future disciple leave.

A second later, his face darkened: “Friend. You’ve been around for a while now. Why not show yourself?”

A rift was torn a dozen meters from him and an Old man appeared.

It was the chief of the four gods that were tasked to protect Allan.

“I can see that your intentions are pure but you’re only inviting a calamity upon your sect.” the old man said to John.

John thought: “That youth has a God as strong as me protecting him from the shadows? Is he a clan prince that ran away?”

“Our orders are very clear. If he is harmed in any way, we are to eradicate everyone responsible even if it’s your entire sect.” The Old man said.

John who started shivering then asked: “Haha...How many gods of your strength are there protecting him?”

The old man sighed and said: “There’s no harm in telling you. There’s five of us....You should abandon the idea of having him as your disciple...for your sect’s sake.”

John then started laughing uproariously. He said: “I may be living like a monk but it’s my choice. I live a carefree life and no one tells me what to do.” He added: “I want to see just how strong you are to dare tell me how to live my life.”

His white translucent wings flapped and a white light enveloped his body. He disappeared only to appear next to the old man in an instant with a punch ready to land on the old man’s body.

What happened next was out of John expectations. The old man seemed to have been perforated by his punch. A moment later the old man disappeared in a puff of smoke and reappeared a few meters behind where he previously was.

John then started shivering saying: “One with the world but it’s not complete. You’re almost at the Primordial God level.”

John then gritted his teeth: “Well, so am I.”

*-Light emissary’s God-Slaying Sword-*

A gigantic white sword appeared in the sky. It was three kilometers long.

The old man chuckled saying: “You wasted so much energy creating such a big sword. Was it really necessary? No wonder you’ve been at the peak of the God realm for thousands of years without breaking through.”

John ignored him as he thought: “It’s still faster than you.”

The three-kilometer-long sword came whistling down with a speed that let it cut through space like butter.

The old man just summoned a simple looking black gauntlet on his right hand.

With his left hand crossed in the back, the old man used his right hand and caught the tip of the sword as effortlessly as breathing.

“Impossible...” John said with an unsightly face. The backlash he had not predicted was making him cough mouthfuls of blood.

The old man sighed and said: “I am not a God. I already am a Primordial god, but a 1st tier. With that art you cultivate, you are still faster than me but I am stronger than you. The only reason you assumed I was God with the same strength as you is because I hid my Primordial aura and misled you. If I didn’t do that, you would have fled and since you are faster than me, I never would’ve caught you.”

John then asked: “Then what do you want?”

“Save yourself and your sect by leaving the young master alone.” The old man said.

“Haha...That’s impossible. If you had listened to our conversation you’d know that he wants to enter my sect to cultivate. What are you going to do? Make the sect disappear so he has nowhere to go?” John said.

The old man was out of words.

John then continued: “I assume that you are protecting him in secret. But is that how clan princes live these days? You kill every pebble in his way? What good can come out of that if he is that pampered.”

The old Primordial God just disappeared from John's eyes.

John stood in the sky looking around for a moment then leisurely went back to his sect.

“Shit. I forgot to tell that kid to stop hunting our beasts.” John remembered.