Alpha Reborn!

"Make sure to inform me when the next trial is about to begin," he spat at Keldor, his voice low and menacing.

"Yes, your highness," Keldor bowed in his direction.

Exiting the training ground, Evan made his way back to his chambers, eager to cleanse the dust and grime off his tired body with a refreshing bath.

With 58 hours left until the next trial of the inheritance war, Evan saw no harm in taking some time to practice hygiene.

As he stepped into the drizzle of water that ran out of the showerhead, Evan let out a contented sigh. The water was cool and refreshing, washing away the sweat and dirt from his skin.

As he finished showering, Evan muttered the words, "Status screen," with a determined tone.

A semi-transparent screen appeared before him, displaying his progress in his journey as an Awakened Soul Cultivator.

The screen read as follows:

Name: Evan

Exp: 2830

Age: 16

Class: Awakened Soul Cultivator

Cultivation stage: Soul Manifestation Stage

Level: Advanced (Lv:8)

Exp required to level up: (0/500)

Soul Plate: Skill Weaver

Sps: 0

Stats:

Strength: 93

Dexterity: 82

Constitution: 70

Agility: 96

Stamina: 85

Soul energy: 1000

Despite not wearing any equipment at the moment, his strength and agility were both approaching their maximum limit. For Soul Cultivators, the maximum limit for each stat was 100 points. However, there were two ways to surpass this limit. The first way was to become a Galactic Soldier, who specialized in body tempering. These soldiers trained their bodies with such intensity that they could unlock their limiter, becoming a 1-star Galactic Soldier and raising their basic stats above 100 points. However, unlocking one's limiter was not an easy feat. The second way to exceed the 100-point limit was to gain a certain type of physique, but this was an even more challenging task than unlocking one's limiter.

For Evan, the quickest way to increase his offensive power was to master the Glacier Fang sword style. With this goal in mind, he reached into his inventory and retrieved the jade slip, pressing it against his forehead.

In an instant, the world around him dissolved, replaced by a breathtaking and vivid scene. Before him stood a person with striking snow-white hair, cascading down to their waist in a mesmerizing way. Their chiseled face was framed by high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow with a cold intensity. In their hand, they held a moon-white sword with a gleaming blade that appeared almost ethereal in the pale light of the snowy landscape.

The figure stood alone, basking in the soft glow of the moon overhead. The silvery light caressed their features, casting deep shadows across their face and highlighting the sharp angles of their jaw.

The night was still and quiet, and he and Evan stood there in the white landscape, soaking in the tranquility of the moment.

However, the peaceful scene was soon disrupted by the arrival of thousands of grotesque demons. Their red skin glowed like hot coals, their menacing horns jutted out from their heads and curved like scimitars, and their bulky physiques towered over three meters tall. The movements of the demon army were as coordinated as a well-trained army, as they marched towards the figure, who Evan could instinctively tell was his ancestor.

Ethan Frost stood against an army with his moon-white sword, Glacier Fang, emitting a mesmerizing blue glow. He spoke to Evan, but to the demons, it appeared as if he were talking to thin air.

"The Glacier Fang sword style," Ethan began, "has three formidable forms. The first one, Hidden Fangs Revealed, will bring even the gods to their knees." He thrust the sword into the ground, and towering, icy fangs emerged, turning thousands of demons into lifeless beings.

Despite the pack of demons roaring and launching fireballs at Ethan, he remained composed.

"The second form, Last Ray of Moonlight," he continued, brandishing his sword. A wave of freezing air emanated from the sword, freezing the fireballs and the demons in their tracks. "As you can see, it can stop any threat to your life."

Ethan's voice grew more intense as he spoke of the third form, the Blizzard Dance.

"It is the most powerful form of the Glacier Fang sword style," he said, the tip of his sword glowing with a blue light. "But one must master the sword style thoroughly before using it, or it can cause more harm than good."

He paused for a moment before continuing,

"Now, witness its might, young blood of my empire."

The glow on the sword's body disappeared, leaving only the tip glowing.

As the demon army advanced towards him, Ethan touched the snow-covered ground with his sword's tip, and a blast of freezing energy turned ten thousand demons into frozen statues in an instant!

Evan's eyes widened in awe as he witnessed the breathtaking display of power from the creator of the Glacier Fang sword style. He recognized the man as Ethan Frost and knew that the message, or more specifically, the memory was meant for the one who acquired the jade slip.

"Wow."

Evan let out a breath of amazement as the vision faded away, and the jade slip burned to ashes.

[You have gained some insights into the Glacier Fang sword style.]

[You have met the condition to learn it using skill points!]

Evan clenched his fists, a fierce determination surging through his body. He knew that mastering the Glacier Fang sword style was crucial if he wanted to become a true force to be reckoned with in the upcoming trials of the inheritance war.

He needed skill points to learn the Glacier Fang Sword Style.

Thus, Evan made the wise decision to stop saving his EXP and level up.

"Use all my experience points to increase my level," he said.

The system's notification rang in his mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, Player Evan. 2800 experience points have been consumed to open up your ninth, tenth, eleventh and twelfth soul pockets.]

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