Originally, Mark Sutton was prepared to dedicate his entire life to his country and the military. Unexpectedly, an accident forced him to retire early, leaving the army in disappointment.

After returning home, Mark Sutton was completely out of touch with society and couldn't find a job at all. He had no education, no skills, and no connections—he was utterly a person with nothing.

After muddling through for half a year, Mark Sutton finally decided to set out on a new journey.

He contacted several former comrades and formed a small mercenary group called 'Dragon Soul'.

In the following years, Mark Sutton and his Dragon Soul Mercenary Corps traveled all over the world.

Africa, the Middle East, Eastern Europe, Southeast Asia—wherever there was war, their presence could be found.

The Dragon Soul Mercenary Corps rapidly grew, expanding from just a few people to dozens, then hundreds, and eventually thousands.

From an obscure little mercenary group, the Dragon Soul Mercenary Corps grew into a powerful force that shook the dark world.

The Dragon Soul Mercenaries never failed a mission. As long as the employer could pay, they could do anything—from assassinating a single person to destroying the government army of a small country, even overthrowing a government. There was nothing they couldn't do.

A year ago, the Dragon Soul Mercenaries even defeated the Black Blood Mercenaries, known as the world's number one, becoming the new king of the mercenary world.

As the leader of the Dragon Soul Mercenaries, the Dragon Owl Mark Sutton was known as the King of Mercenaries.

It could be said that the name Mark Sutton was a taboo in the dark world. If he so much as stomped his foot, the entire underworld would tremble.

However, if you walk by the river often, your shoes are bound to get wet. In the end, Mark Sutton fell—completely and utterly!

He was betrayed by his most trusted brother, trapped in a deadly siege, and finally perished together with his enemies.

It has been fourteen years since he came to this world. Mark Sutton had long since adapted to everything here, and he was almost about to forget everything from his previous life.

Mark Sutton was very curious about this world. It was a magical place, completely different from Earth.

This land was called the Sky Continent, vast and boundless, stretching for countless miles.

Here, martial arts reigned supreme. The strong were revered like kings, while the weak were trampled like ants.

Martial cultivation, when taken to the extreme, could overturn rivers and seas, soar to the heavens or burrow into the earth, roam the void, and possess earth-shattering abilities.

Power, status, wealth, beauty—everything was closely tied to martial prowess, and the strong could have it all at their fingertips.

To become a powerful martial artist, one must awaken their own Martial Soul. Only through the Martial Soul could one connect with the world, absorb spiritual energy, temper the body, and refine true qi.

There were countless types of Martial Souls.

Different Martial Souls naturally varied in strength, divided into three major ranks: Heaven, Earth, and Human, with each rank further split into nine grades.

The higher the Martial Soul's rank, the greater the martial artist's strength and potential, and the faster their cultivation speed.

After arriving in this world, Mark Sutton had worked extremely hard ever since he began cultivating.

Because this world was so vast and wonderful, he wanted to see it all.

In his previous life, he was a powerhouse who shook the world.

In this life, he still wanted to be strong and stand at the peak of this continent.

But today's Martial Soul awakening poured a bucket of cold water on his restless heart.

The dream was beautiful, but reality was cruel!

"Mo'er."

At this moment, a deep voice sounded at the door, pulling Mark Sutton out of his drifting thoughts.

The visitor was a middle-aged man, tall and imposing, with a solemn face. He was none other than the head of the Su family, Henry Sutton.

"Mo'er, don't dwell too much on your Martial Soul. Even if its rank isn't high, as long as you work hard at cultivation, you still have a chance to become strong one day."

Seeing Mark Sutton, Henry Sutton spoke words of comfort.

Mark Sutton forced a bitter smile. Saying the rank wasn't high was an understatement—it couldn't be any lower!

"Father, don't worry. I will do my best!" Mark Sutton squeezed out a smile and replied.

He knew his father was trying to comfort him.

Everyone knew that the rank of one's Martial Soul determined their future achievements. The higher the rank, the farther one could go on the path of martial arts.

This was an iron law of this world.

With a first-grade Human Martial Soul, becoming strong was almost impossible.

"Mm."

Henry Sutton nodded, took out a jade bottle from his robe, handed it to Mark Sutton, and said, "This is a Qi Condensing Pill. After taking it, you can break through your cultivation and reach the Qi Refining Realm."

"Father..."

Mark Sutton felt a pang in his heart. Awakening a first-grade Human Martial Soul meant he was now a cultivation cripple.

The Qi Condensing Pill was worth a fortune. The family would never give him such a precious pill. The only explanation was that Henry Sutton had bought it himself.

Mark Sutton accepted the pill. After chatting with his father for a while, Henry Sutton left.

"I wonder what kind of Martial Soul I awakened?"

After his father left, Mark Sutton didn't rush to take the pill. Instead, he sat cross-legged in his room and released his Martial Soul.

A pitch-black vortex, surrounded by a ring of yellow light, quietly floated above Mark Sutton's head.

"I wonder what special abilities this Martial Soul has? I should try cultivating with it first."