New World
Sam gradually open his eyes just to see perpetual murkiness around him. in front of him a couple of feet away there stood a young fellow who is by all accounts in his mid thirties as his look was coordinated towards him.
The man has a remarkable bearing to him that causes one to feel like they are watching an unrivaled being.
The attractive face, blade like eyebrows, sharp look everything just made the bearing more Lofty.
'Am I dead? Or on the other hand am I still alive? Or on the other hand is this a fantasy?' Sam contemplated internally. Right now the Lofty young fellow abruptly talked.
"You are truly dead. You are presently in your spirit structure which I caught. I'm Ling tian."
"In this way, you are saying that you caught my spirit after I was shot dead?" Sam asked with a bewildered look.
"Indeed". Ling Tian answered
"Why?" Sam asked baffled. He didn't get why he was still here and can't trust what is happening. Everything felt like a fantasy to him. He didn't really accept that a spirit exists as of not long ago.
"Since I saw potential in you which was nowhere near understood. Your past world is so little for your Insight.
Thus, I will allow you an opportunity. An opportunity to understand your maximum capacity, An opportunity to reside again in this present reality where just your creative mind can restrict you. Ling Tian answered.
"There are different universes with life?" Sam was astounded once more. In any event, when he is alive, he never felt this stunned in a solitary day.
"There are more things to be amazed about kid. This universe brings a larger number of things to the table than you can envision. You will learn it gradually." Ling Tian answered.
It was totally stupefied to Hear that Sam. all that actually felt like a fantasy to him. He dove into deep thought. 'All things considered, I don't have anything to lose anything at any rate.'
"Certainly, however how would it be a good idea for me to respond there? Sam inquired
"Make every moment count. Climb the most noteworthy pinnacle where you can peer down on anybody under the sky. Then, at that point, we meet once more." Ling Tian answered.
Sam appeared to be confounded by the response.
"Before I send you, I will give you some information. They are language and some development methods you will require. You can't pass down any of these procedures to anybody since they are explicitly made for your body constitution and your otherworldly Center." Ling Tian proceeded.
"What are the development methods? What is the otherworldly Center you referenced." Sam asked with disarray
"Hahaha don't concern you will know when you show up in your new body.
Coincidentally, there is a last test sitting tight for you down there that is to track down the best agreement around you as your most memorable agreement assuming you breeze through the assessment, you have a Current there; in the event that you fall flat, think as I conceded this life to you can live as you like and fail to remember anything that I said before."
In the wake of Ling Tian completed everything turned totally dim and Sam lost his awareness.
At the point when Sam opened his eyes once more, he felt an extraordinary cerebral pain as he saw the unmistakable blue sky and drifting mists.
He felt a burning torment in his stomach as leisurely moved to stand up and he noticed his environmental elements.
He understood he is in certain woods. The ground around was totally annihilated as though it was furrowed. He checked his body while a burning aggravation expanded in his midsection.
At the point when he saw it plainly, he was stunned. there are two openings in his stomach as though he was wounded by something. Each opening is around 2 inches wide.
However, for reasons unknown, the blood prevented moving from the openings.
He remained there bewildered for quite a while supposing in the event that it was a fantasy or not then out of nowhere a penetrating migraine began as a bunch of obscure recollections entered the brain.
His spirit entered the body of a 15-year-old kid whose name is likewise Sam. He triumphs ultimately no last name since he is a vagrant. He is a designer who lived in a close by town named Volcanic rock town.
He earned enough to pay the bills off of his fitting abilities by selling garments he produced using the silk he got from the silk moths in the forest.
According to his standard when he came to the forest to gather silk, barely any children of his age began running towards him.
Really at that time understood that they were being pursued by a bull-like monster. Then, at that point, they intentionally coordinated the monster towards him and the monster punctured him with its horns and that is the manner by which the first proprietor passed on. Sam murmured as he suspected.
'Surmise I can't get away from the destiny of being a vagrant in this lifetime as well.' As he brainstormed to this, he gradually advanced towards his town while persevering through the agony.
At the point when he entered the town, he was stunned for quite a while when he saw the scene before him.
The scene before helped him to remember the archaic period. the roads are not perfect by any means. Every one of the houses are made of mud walls and just a chosen handful are made of stones in a specific region.
Then, at that point, something rung a bell. The attractive numerous story houses have a place with the town authorities, while the manor has a place with the town head.
The normal looking house has a place with town watchmen and trackers or a few somewhat well-off families with rather profoundly respected callings.
Typical mud houses have a place with Ranchers and work and others. Incredibly despite the fact that the first Sam is a vagrant he likewise has a stone house which is the two his shop and his home.
While Sam was strolling towards his home every one individuals are watching him with astounded articulations and murmuring to one another.
At the point when he arrived at his home and was going to open his entryway, he heard somebody calling him.
"Hello Sam, you are here. What befell you precisely that Oliver said that a 'Bursting earth bull killed you in the forest."
A center man from nearby said as he was strolling towards Sam. He is Michael. He is a metal forger who lives nearby to Sam.
At the point when Sam saw him, he didn't have any idea how to respond as he probably was aware from this body's recollections that he had a generally excellent relationship with him.
Sam constrained a grin as he replied. "I'm okay Uncle Michael. Try not to stress over me Argh..." when he completed his words he felt his injuries harming once more. His face became pale as he perspired abundantly.
"Simple youngster." Michael contacted him and held Sam with his hands as he was going to implode.
"Damn it, Youngster. I felt that Oliver is rambling yet who might have believed it's genuine. The injury is too profound Sam I think just the healer mage can mend you. Yet, that costs a great deal. I don't actually have the foggiest idea how you are as yet alive."
"Uncle Michael kindly go into my room and take out the calfskin pocket under my bed. I will go to the healer." Sam said persevering through his agony.
Michael gradually made Sam lay on the floor and advanced into the house. After some time, he returned with a cowhide pocket in his grasp.
"Sam, I don't figure you can go alone stand by a piece I will get my cart. I will take you to the healer."
Subsequent to saying that, Michael went to his home and returned with a cart which he used to move his smithy items and materials.
He painstakingly conveyed Sam and lay him on the truck and kept his calfskin pocket close to him and began pushing the truck. Right now, Sam gradually began losing his cognizance.
Sam gradually open his eyes just to see a roof made of stones. "Goodness, you are conscious." someone said out of nowhere.
Sam was surprised because of the unexpected voice after he diverted towards the bearing from which the voice came, he saw a moderately aged man conveying a calfskin pocket with him then he perceived promptly that the cowhide pocket has a place with himself.
The man came towards the bed and offered back his calfskin pocket then, at that point, said. "This is your cowhide pocket, I took my treatment expense, the rest is inside the pocket."
Sam opened the pocket there he saw 2 stones the size of a quail egg.
"You can leave when you feel that you are alright." The moderately aged man said. Out of nowhere the entryway opened and Michael came in.
"Gracious, you are at last alert. How can you feel now?" Michael asked Sam.
"I'm alright uncle; I assume I simply need some rest," Sam said.
"As a matter of fact, I caught wind of you from Oliver. He said you are now dead in the Forest. That is the reason I came to check your home regardless of whether he is lying.
In any case, when I came you are back and you are harmed. Yet, say thanks to God you are OK. What happened precisely kid?" Michael inquired.
"I was truly hit by the bull uncle yet presently I'm alright. I don't why, however when I arrived to gather the covers a bull frantically surged towards me and hit me. Indeed, even I don't have any idea how I made due." Sam answered. He saw no good excuse for uncovering it was done deliberately so he stayed silent.
"Uncle Michael I might want to rest if it's all the same to you." Sam Said
"Alright youngster, don't stress over anything more, simply take some rest. farewell I will visit you in the future"
After Michael left Sam continued gazing at the roof and attempted to comprehend what is going on he is in. As per the recollections of the first proprietor of the body, the present moment he is in a spot called forlorn land which is a piece of the Western mainland.
In this world, Innovation isn't that created contrasted with Present day Earth. Individuals followed something else entirely of advancement due to extraordinary conditions, which is the presence of otherworldly energy.
In this world, there is an extraordinary sort of energy present wherever in the climate. Also, everything is made of otherworldly energy the people here have impossible strength and power by using this profound energy. They are called cultivators.
There are two sorts of cultivators they are Qi cultivators and mages. The Qi cultivators utilize otherworldly energy to foster their bodies and use their bodies to battle they are additionally called fighters while, the mages utilize profound energy by changing over it into the type of different components.
At this moment, the moderately aged man who came before is likewise a mage and a mage of light component.
The light component mages are very little known for their battle ability yet they are generally reasonable for mending and are exceptionally respected. That is the reason these healers as a rule charge a ton.
In this world the being a mage or a hero can't be straightforwardly settled by individuals themselves. It relies upon the body constitution and the otherworldly center of the individual.
