The story of a man who had thought he had nothing only to realize the measure of true nothingness.
The grass is greener on the other side. This has always been told to him, but he had never understood it.
He thought he had nothing, he had thought that the bottom was above him already, and that one what remained was only the abyss below.
During the village martail academy days he believed that was duller the other, disciples, he felt as if his talent was lacking compared to everyone. He told himself he had neither martail talent nor social skills.
Time passed and the young boy grew, and the cycle only continued. His older siblings were chosen by big sects while he fell short into a lower sect, yet he thought that maybe, this time he could enter the pavilion of his dreams, to enter the alchemy mountain, which was the prestigious of the grand mountains, yet as time passed he found himself at the bottom of the rankings one time after another.
The cycle continued and the boy turned into a man. At the end of the training period, he wasn't able to enter into his dream mountain or any or of the big mountain. Let alone alchemy, he wasn't even able to become a medicine boy.
Stuck between an outer decon, and becoming a nobody, he chose to transfer his goal into another mountain.
The sands of time blew over, and the man entered his second dream.
The sands of time, however, didn't stop there because as he continued to move the puppet mountain sect he entered over took even the alchemist mountain. A change of fates, and the path of the dao in his heart remained pure.
Because while the grass might be greener in the other side, this greeness doesn't belong to ones own path. A dao that isn't your own, isn't even worth a copper coin or a scrap of grass no matter how grand one believed that dao was.