Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1540: The Golden Hawk Force

This time, the reaction was explosive. Every single elder sitting around the circular table shouted in unison, their voices a mixture of immense shock and pure disbelief. The tent practically vibrated with their collective outcry.

"Kid, I know you know too much, but this... Do you take the spirit world for a game? A joke?!" one elder barked, leaning over the table.

"People spend centuries just trying to break through the intermediate ranks of the Upper Realm! To stand at the pinnacle in five years? It's not just impossible; it's an insult to every master who has ever bled for their cultivation!"

"And I won't be standing there alone," William calmly said, totally ignoring their frantic comments and even the leader's honest, stern reprimand. He looked through them, his gaze fixed on a horizon they couldn't see. "I'll be standing there alongside my elite and the top masters of my guild. We will ascend together, and we will dominate together."

"..."

Seeing the sheer, unshakeable coldness in his eyes, the lack of even a tremor of doubt, made every man in the room swallow the insults they wanted to hurl. They buried their protests deep within their spirits, silenced by a conviction that felt more like a prophecy than a boast.

"Five years then?" The tent was ushered into a heavy, suffocating silence for several long minutes before the leader let out a heavy, bone-weary sigh.

"You do know the weight of what you're saying, boy? I'll have to tell the others about this deadline to keep them in line. You realise this clock starts ticking right now, while you are still just a master in a lower realm with a body that hasn't even tasted Upper Realm spirit power?"

"I know I'm overstretching myself by giving you such a short deadline," William said, his voice softening as he recalled a haunting scene from his past life.

"But I need to be ready by then. In five years, the tides of the Great War will begin to shift. Lots of things must be finished by that point, and I need to be in a position to lead everyone when the first true disaster strikes. If I'm not ready by then, all of this preparation will be pointless, and we will lose everything."

"..."

His words weren't groundless, though he couldn't explain the source. In five years from now in his previous timeline, he had formally joined his master's coalition and begun the gruelling campaigns against the Fox. He was intimately familiar with the challenges they would face at that specific juncture.

Even though he was changing the present to prevent the setbacks of the past, he refused to miss that critical window. The real battle against the Fox's true forces would begin at that moment, and he intended to meet it as a god among men.

William knew he was aiming for a miracle. To reach the pinnacle of the Upper Realm in half a decade was a feat unheard of in the history of the spirit world. Yet, he hadn't spent his time in the lower realm simply playing king.

He had already established his spirit power and core foundation based on the Holy Trinity, a conceptual mastery of Spirit, Technique, and Element that lower realm masters wouldn't even grasp until they ascended to the upper realm. He had taught this radical concept to his guild's elite and spread it through both of his Tail groups.

By building the foundation now, he was effectively skipping the time needed by others when ascending. He was building a high-speed rail while everyone else was still learning to walk.

But he knew the pressure would be immense; he would have to plan the upcoming training sessions carefully to ensure his masters could ascend and grow at a terrifying, unnatural pace.

"If you truly know what you are talking about, then it leaves me no room for further argument," the leader sighed again, his expression a mix of apprehension and reluctant hope.

"But mark my words, William. If you fail to deliver on this promise, if five years pass and you are not the powerhouse you claim you will be, then I will take the mantle. I will lead the force in my own way, and you will step aside."

"That's a deal then," William said, stretching out his hand. The leader took it, his grip strong and firm, sealing a pact that would resonate through the corridors of history.

At this moment, the establishment of the new force officially began. In the centuries to follow, historians would look back at this flickering tent in a desolate valley and mark it as the Moment of Change, the pivot point where the fate of all realms and humankind was rewritten.

"We agreed on everything but one," one of the elders interrupted, clearing his throat and leaning over the map. "A force of this magnitude, a coalition meant to shake the heavens... What will it be named? We cannot march under a blank banner."

"Ah, about that," William paused. The question hit him like a physical blow, dragging his consciousness years back into the misted memories of his past life. He saw the tattered flags flying over besieged fortresses; he heard the rallying cry that had once unified a dying race. "We'll call it The Golden Hawk!"

He spoke the name his master, Anna, had chosen for the resistance force in his previous life. Saying it aloud now, resurrecting the symbol that had been a beacon for humanity and spirit masters for so many years, filled William with a profound, aching melancholy. It wasn't just a casual name; it was a tribute to a woman who didn't yet know she was a hero.

"Golden Hawk? How do you know about that name?!!"

The leader's voice cracked with a sudden, sharp intensity. He exchanged wide-eyed, bewildered glances with the elders around him, his face pale.

"My Anna... She always dreamt of venturing into the world and extricating all evil. She used to sit by the window and talk for hours about the force she would one day create. She called it by that exact same name..."