Alpha Reborn!

The Inheritance War was governed by rules that were etched into the very fabric of the clan's traditions. These rules were crystal clear and left no room for ambiguity.

The first rule stated that only those who had attained the same level of cultivation as the Crown Prince of Frost were eligible to participate in the war. There were no exceptions to this rule, which ensured that all contenders would have an equal chance to prove themselves.

The second rule was equally important - the better a contender's performance in the war, the greater the resources that would be allocated to them. This ensured that the clan's resources were used efficiently and effectively.

However, the most critical rule of the Inheritance War was this - the winner would be adopted by the patriarch of the clan and named the crown prince, regardless of their previous status. This was a powerful motivator for the younger generation of the clan, as it meant that anyone could rise to the third most important position in the Imperial Frost Clan if they proved their worth in battle and won the war.

For Evan, the stakes were even higher. If he emerged as the winner - a feat that many considered impossible - his position as the Crown Prince of Frost would be unshakeable. All the members of the clan would have to rally behind him, no matter what their previous stance had been. However, if he lost, he will have to give up everything and leave the capital planet of the Sun Moon Empire with his head held low.

It was a risky move, but Evan had weighed the risks and rewards carefully before making his decision.

It's important to note that participating in the Inheritance War came with a grave risk - contenders could lose their lives in the brutal and cruel trials. The stakes were high, and the cost of failure was steep. Despite this, many young members of the clan still eagerly awaited the opportunity to prove themselves and earn the coveted position of Crown Prince of Frost.

Six hours were left until the Inheritance War would begin, leaving ample time for the youngest generation of the Imperial Frost Clan to sign up for it.

pαndα`noνɐ1--сoМ Meanwhile, Evan, the initiator of the inheritance war, secluded himself in the cultivation cave to make the most of his time.

The cultivation cave was a marvel of soul energy density, privately owned by his father, and boasted a beautiful pond - though this was no ordinary body of water.

It was more than just a scenic feature; it was a concentrated liquefied form of the essence that made cultivation easier.

Evan wasted no time before taking off his clothes and plunging into the spiritual pond, immersing himself in its depths.

His sole purpose for being here was to cultivate and unlock his eight soul pocket within hours. It was a lofty goal that required discipline, focus, ruthlessness not towards others but oneself, and unrivaled dedication, but he was up for the challenge. Otherwise, he wouldn't be here.

Soul pockets were the lifeblood of cultivators, vital organs that served as storage units for their soul energy. These small, finger-sized sacs were originally sealed and ethereal, making it impossible for a cultivator to locate them through conventional means such as X-rays. Only soul energy and similar substances could interact with them.

Prior to the talent assessment test, Evan, like many ordinary people, was akin to a blind man fumbling in the dark, unable to sense the location of his soul pockets. Unlike his gifted peers, Jake and Matthew, who could instinctively locate their soul pockets, Evan struggled to do so. However, following the assessment, Evan's soul pockets had become somewhat corporal, with a pulse of their own, and he could effortlessly locate the entrance to these sacred sacs through relying on his senses.

In other words, he no longer needed the aid of his system or pills to open his soul pockets. He could now do it manually, thanks to his improved sensitivity and mastery over his own soul energy.

Evan concentrated all his focus on controlling his icy energy, directing it towards the opening of his eighth soul pocket.

Boom!

A resounding reverberation rang out from within him as a wave of icy energy, made up of 100 units of ice-type soul energy, crashed into the opening of his eight soul pocket, causing his body to rock from the impact.

[Ding! The entrance to your eight soul pocket has slightly loosened!]

Evan sighed as despite the massive force behind it, the impact failed to open the pocket.

"I guess I will have to turn up the heat."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Evan relentlessly assaulted the opening six more times in succession, each strike causing the dent to deepen and expand. But, his physical body bore the brunt of his maniacal efforts - crimson droplets trickled down from his nostrils, ears, and even the corners of his eyes.

Had anyone been witness to the way he cultivated, they would have been stunned by his audacity. What he was attempting to do was unheard of.

Even a seasoned awakened soul cultivator would only dare to make an attempt to open their soul pocket once per week due to the excruciating agony it inflicted. Yet, Evan had attempted it seven times in a mere minute.

It was as if he was impervious to pain.

But no.

He was not immune to it.

A searing pain was coursing through his body, making him feel that his blood had been replaced by molten lava, his entire being seemingly engulfed in flames, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, bearing the pain with the fortitude of a cultivator who had endured endless hardships in pursuit of immortality.

Undeniably, his fervor to emerge victorious in the Inheritance War was palpable in his actions. However, a notification from the system interrupted his efforts, reminding him of his mortality.

[Ding! The entrance to your eight soul pocket has opened by 23%!]

[You have sustained negligible injuries!]

[Warning! Reckless cultivation may lead to cultivation deviation]

[Advance at your own risk!]

The warning flashed in front of his eyes.

In reply, he scoffed with arrogance befitting his status as the Crown Prince of Frost!