At the summit of the Godo Clan's tower, where the clouds mingle with the breath of cultivators, Arkan Godo sat in a meditative posture. A cold blue aura emanated from his body, shattering the air molecules around him. He opened his eyes, which held the glint of thousands of years of experience and power, and looked toward the distant horizon with bitter pride.
[Ascension Record: The Path of the Nascent Soul]
Arkan spoke to himself, his voice echoing like thunder in the silent chamber:
"My path was carved in blood and greatness. At the age of ten, I was a prodigy everyone looked up to, reaching the first level of the Qi Condensation Realm. At fifty-five, I tempered my body to enter the Foundation Establishment Realm. I never stopped... and in my 835th year, I fused my energy to become a master of the Golden Core."
Arkan sighed, and the tower walls groaned under the pressure of his energy:
"But the true peak was distant... It took 12,640 years of bitter struggle to break the barrier into the Nascent Soul Realm. And now... after 42,936 years of existence, I am at the fourth tier of the Nascent Soul Realm. I am not just a cultivator; I am the pillar of this family, and mountains tremble at my strength."
The Dual Perspective: Genius and Trash
Arkan's gaze shifted toward the abandoned servants' annex at the foot of the mountain, where his exiled son resided.
"Heritage does not lie... or so I thought," Arkan muttered coldly. "I, who spent forty thousand years refining my soul—how did I bring into the light a child who does not possess a single shred of Qi veins? Nyuro... that ant who cannot even sense the world's energy. Exiling him was an act of mercy, so he wouldn't stain the reputation of the great Godo lineage with his disgusting weakness."
To Arkan, his son had died the day he was born without energy. He could not imagine, even in his wildest fantasies, that the child who was now seven (and soon to be ten) had reached a physical power level equivalent to Majin Buu—a strength that could crush his "Nascent Soul" with a single punch if Nyuro ever reached him.
The Illusion of Safety
"Emperors rule the heavens, and we rule the earth," Arkan concluded as he closed his eyes to return to his meditation. "There is nothing to threaten my throne. The laws are on my side, and time is on my side."
He did not know that the time he boasted of (42,000 years) was nothing compared to the Dragon Ball System, which allowed a child to transcend the limits of elite warriors in just seven years. He did not know that the "trash" he had discarded now possessed an ally as powerful as Android 18, and that the knife Nyuro had sharpened through hellish training would soon be pressed against the throat of the entire Godo family.