This world was overflowing with Source Power and teeming with life. Its powerful Source Power had formed Transcendence laws from nothing, responding at all times to the calls of all living beings.
Yes, this was a world of magic.
On one hand, its people wielded powerful magic. On the other, civilization was only just beginning to sprout, and conflicts and wars arose naturally.
--Gu Qingshan had always been cautious.
He didn't try to stand on his own until he was one.
He walked by himself at two.
He wiped his own butt at three.
During the years when he had no way to protect himself, he carefully kept his power under wraps and patiently observed this world.
--It wasn't until he was four, when he had more or less grasped the basic framework and structure of human society, that he relaxed a little.
That year, he was sent to Yorkshire Noble Private School.
For four years, he had persisted in his cultivation without letup.
Thanks to the world's dense spiritual energy and the World Origin's care for him, he had now reached the Foundation Establishment Realm.
He had no problem protecting himself at the most basic level.
The days slipped by without a sound.
Gu Qingshan, however, devoted himself wholeheartedly to cultivation and still hadn't done anything out of line.
To outsiders, he was just an utterly ordinary noble's son.
Until one day.
As usual, he returned home from school.
Suddenly, he heard his mother weeping in her room. The servants had all retreated far away, not daring to approach.
Gu Qingshan released his divine sense. It took him no effort to figure out what had happened.
--It turned out his father had been killed on the front lines.
He had died in a beastfolk surprise attack.
In four years,