During the era of chaos, humans, demons, and the beast clans, where engaged in a great war. A war that brought catastrophic damage to the world, the reason for this battle was unknown.
Details of the war disappeared, but it aftermath caused devastating effects, causing space rifts form in the fabric of reality, appearing around the world.
To save itself the word consumed countless treasures and with the countless experts lost in the battle and famous clan that got destroyed or disappeared into the passing of time due to their foundation destroyed along with divine beasts like the phoenix clan that lost the majority of it members to the battle and numerous beast clan like the divine kun clan got destroyed.
In the beginning of the war a famed genius from a mysterious sword clan whose name was left unknown in the fragmented details left about the war, rose to fame his achievement not known, but still his fame reached peak. But suddenly in the middle of the war, the genius and his clan disappeared, and their merit's as if erased was wiped away one by one until forgotten by all.
After the passing of the war countless clan rose in succession while ancient clans that survived became stronger but a clan who achievement rivaled by none disappeared, and so a hundred year have passed, and the chaos era slowly ended and the era of Dao began.
Summer slowly end has autumn fall, the healthy trees will have its leaves slowly wither and fall, struggling to survive.
In an old looking courtyard, a boy is seen laying down on the grass next to a tree, as he stares at the setting sun in the distance.
His gaze seem to travel through time, as he emits an archaic aura. The lively leaves seem to stop their movement as if in response to his aura, if anyone was here the scene would have shocked those who knew of his reputation.
Everyone was familiar with the trash of braymhch family in the entire clear spring city, the son of the family head of one of the three greatest family in the city, the trash who hasn't broken past the first body cultivating stage, practically the weakest person in the city, but in this tiny hall even an ant the tiniest of creatures dares not move in face of this aura, the leaves dare not rustle in front of his presence.
Hundred years have passed and here I am, it has been 14 years since my soul reincarnated in this body, I have searched everywhere throughout this city yet history seem have forgotten my clan is this their work, are they that eager to make the world forget us, is this fate – we fought so hard in the Frontline against those abominable creatures yet chased neither fame, treasures, nor their acceptance.
All for what – for the human race we fight for to stab us in the back, fate ha what a laughable fate. I have stayed long enough in this city time to head to royal academy the exams should be in two years, should it not. Letting out a long sigh, the boy whose face seemed so ordinary that it could not be perceived shone with a brilliance that seems to dim the light of the setting sun.
The scene that could have change the perception of the so called trash then faded, as the boy stood up and walked out his shadow seem to carry the burden of the word yet he kept his shoulder straight, and brilliance hidden once again, as his presence faded in the background of the ordinary looking courtyard.