Aryan: The Super Warrior

Chapter 4: Rise of the Two Clans Bloodline

The serpent had fully coiled around Aryan's body, its crushing grip sealing his fate. With each passing second, the pressure increased, crushing his ribs, stopping his breath, and squeezing out the last vestiges of his resistance. Aryan's mind, once defiant, now sank into hopeless surrender.

"I won't survive this…" he thought bitterly.

There was no one in this realm who could rescue him now. This was a world of magic and monsters, and he was but a speck, a mere mortal. A silent curse rose in his heart for the mysterious man who had dragged him into this world—but what use was cursing anymore?

With trembling acceptance, Aryan closed his eyes. He had given up. He no longer fought death; he welcomed it.

But in that moment—when surrender wrapped itself around him more tightly than the serpent—something miraculous happened.

A burning sensation erupted on his forehead.

A glowing **tattoo** slowly emerged at the center of his brow, shaped like a majestic **Garuda**—the celestial eagle, eternal enemy of serpents in ancient Indian mythology, and the divine mount of Lord Vishnu himself.

As the Garuda sigil pulsed with radiant golden light, Aryan's body began to heal.

To the naked eye, it appeared as if time itself reversed for him. His bones cracked and straightened. Wounds sealed up. Bruises vanished. The serpent's poison, which had nearly seeped into his core, was expelled in a puff of black mist.

But the miracle didn't stop there.

The divine energy pouring from the tattoo surged through his cultivation channels, lighting them ablaze.

Aryan's cultivation soared!

He broke through the peak of **Stage Four of the Mortal Realm** in an instant and entered **Stage Five**. His energy didn't halt—like a raging river that had finally broken free of its dam, it rushed forward, propelling him to the **second**, then **third**, then **peak** of Stage Five.

Still, the tattoo's power surged.

**Stage Six—Initial Substage.**

**Stage Six—Second Substage.**

**Stage Six—Third Substage.**

**Stage Six—Peak.**

**Stage Seven—Initial Substage.**

Then, without a pause, he broke into the **Half-Step Eighth Stage**, the final bottleneck before a breakthrough to the **next major realm**.

The transformation culminated when he reached the **peak of the Mortal Realm**.

Aryan's eyes snapped open. They were no longer the eyes of a frightened boy. They burned with a cruel light—a glint of fury and divine authority.

The serpent, unaware of the shift, slithered forward to consume its prey.

Aryan, floating mid-air now, stared it down with disdain. His voice rang out, but it wasn't his anymore—it was soft, almost feminine.

"You lowly beast… You dared to harm my son?"

That voice didn't belong to Aryan.

It belonged to someone else—someone powerful. Someone maternal.

It was the **spirit of Aryan's mother**, awakened within him. Her soul, sealed within Aryan since birth, had temporarily taken control of his body to protect her son.

With divine fury, she roared, "You dared to touch what belongs to me?"

Her punch collided with the serpent's head. The impact was so violent that the beast flew through the air like a ragdoll, crashing through trees, hills, and finally smashing into a distant boulder with such force that the rock turned to dust.

The serpent roared in agony.

Blood gushed from its mouth. Bones snapped. Its enormous body twisted in unnatural ways.

But Aryan's mother wasn't finished.

She flew toward the serpent with speed surpassing sound, caught its tail, and began spinning it—so fast that even the laws of nature seemed to tremble.

The serpent's body twisted, creating a cyclone of destruction in the sky. Its vision blurred. Before it could recover, Aryan's mother released it with such force that the serpent became a meteor hurtling back to earth.

The impact crater it formed was deep enough to bury mountains.

The serpent lay half-conscious, dread flooding its beastly soul. Never before had it encountered such power. And what terrified it most—was that its opponent was merely borrowing her son's body.

Aryan's mother descended once more and used an ancient **beast-tongue**, speaking directly to the serpent's mind.

"You chose the wrong prey," she snarled. "By attacking my son, you have signed your own death warrant. I won't grant you a clean death—I will make you suffer until even your next reincarnation shudders at the memory."

She gripped the serpent's tail once more and spun it again—this time with even more fury.

Then, she unleashed her second attack.

She used two distinct **bloodlines**—one of **space**, and the other of **time**.

With the **Space Bloodline**, she teleported mid-sky, appearing before the serpent instantly.

With the **Time Bloodline**, she struck before the serpent could even react.

Her final blow sent the serpent crashing to the earth once again.

This time, her rage was cold. Focused.

She gathered **spiritual energy** at the tip of her right index finger. Slowly, a translucent sword of pure energy formed—thin, elegant, deadly.

"This ends now."

In one swift motion, she slashed downward.

The sword cleaved through the serpent's thick body like a hot blade through butter, slicing it cleanly into two halves.

The monstrous creature, once feared by many, now lay defeated and dead.

A peaceful sigh escaped her lips. The divine fury faded. She looked at her son—his unconscious form floating gently, untouched by the storm of battle.

She smiled softly, her eyes moist.

"My child… you have suffered much. We searched the heavens and the earth for you. We turned every stone. But you vanished without a trace…"

She reached out, touching Aryan's forehead.

"Now that I know you're alive, I will find you. No matter how far. No matter the cost. Just wait a little longer—your father and I will come for you."

Then, with a mother's love flowing through her divine soul, she transmitted **two techniques** into Aryan's mind—one containing his father's**Time Bloodline**, the other containing his her**Space Bloodline**.

With that, her role was complete.

She slowly pulled her spirit back, wiping away tears that still flowed from Aryan's eyes. Though she possessed his body, the emotions were hers alone.

She had been forced to abandon Aryan as a newborn. But before she left him, both she and Aryan's father had embedded a **fragment of their souls** inside him. A last resort—meant only to be used if his life was ever in mortal danger.

They could have hidden Aryan in a secure dimension… but they feared it might attract their enemies.

So instead, they created a **teleportation formation**, one that would randomly send Aryan to a place no one could predict. Before activating it, they took a sliver of his soul and lit a **Soul Lamp**—a divine artifact that would alert them whether their child was alive or not.

But when Aryan vanished… the Soul Lamp flickered, then extinguished.

The entire **Chauhan Clan** descended into chaos.

Still, Aryan's mother and father refused to believe their son was dead. His body might be gone, but their soul fragments inside him had not vanished. That was enough.

What they didn't know… was that Aryan hadn't just been teleported to another continent, or even another realm.

He had been sent to another **world** entirely.

A place known as **Earth**.

Specifically—**India**.

And there, he had spent fifteen years growing up, unaware of who he truly was.

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Meanwhile, far across the realms… under a starlit sky… in a place where spiritual energy condensed into visible mist…

Inside a majestic mansion surrounded by ancient pine forests, a woman suddenly sat up in bed, screaming:

**"Aryan!"**

Tears streamed down her cheeks as her body shook. Her husband, awakened by her cries, embraced her gently.

"Suman… did you dream of him again?"

She nodded wordlessly and buried her face in his chest.

"He's still alive, Harendra. I know it. Our son is in pain. He called to me."

Her husband—**Harendra Chauhan**, patriarch of the Chauhan Clan—held her close.

"I believe you," he said firmly. "Even if the whole world says he's dead, I will never accept it. He carries our blood. He cannot fall so easily."

"What did you see this time?" he asked.

Suman described everything she had witnessed in her dream—the battle with the serpent, the awakening of the Chauhan clan and Rathore clan bloodline, the explosion of Aryan's cultivation, and the moment she herself had taken over his body.

Harendra's eyes blazed.

"If this is true, then our son lives. And I swear—any descendant of the Chauhan Clan who brings me even a whisper of Aryan's whereabouts… I will personally accept them as my direct disciple!"

With that declaration, he rose and marched toward the clan's ancestral hall.

Their search was about to resume.

With ten times the effort.

And this time… they would not stop.

A long distance away from them, Aryan slowly began to regain consciousness. When he was fully awake, he opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings. He realized that he was still alive. He fell into deep thought, wondering how he could still be alive at that moment, as he should have died. But who would tell him that his own mother had saved his life?

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**To be continued... in the next chapter of *Aryan the Super Warrior***