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, countless space rifts tearing gaps in the fabric of reality distorting time and meaning around the cracks in the world.
To restore itself the word consumed countless treasures and regressed. Causing a sharp decline in the qi in the air, along 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, the cultivation realm went through an era of decline, The Fallen Era.
In the beginning of the war during the era of chaos 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 great heights, but suddenly in the middle of the war the genius and his clan disappeared. Their merit's forgotten, erased and lost to time.
After the passing of the war countless clan rose in succession while ancient clans disappeared due to the declining era and damages endured, and so a hundred year have passed after the fallen era began, and the heavens began to spring forth new life, signifying a new era.
Summer slowly end and autumn falls. Trees slowly withers, its pale leaves falling of branches while the tree struggles to survive.
In an old looking courtyard, a young figure is seen laying down on the grass next to a dying tree. His gaze focused on the setting sun.
His eyes unfocused seemed to travel through time and his aura changed. Like the smell of old, his aura seemed to have gone through the river time. The fallen leaves frozen in the air in response to his aura
If anyone was here the scene would have shocked those who knew of his reputation.
The trash of the braymhch family was famous all around clear spring city. The son of the braymhch family head, 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 braymhch family history at his age.
Yet in this courtyard not even an ant the tiniest of creatures dares move in face of this aura, the leaves dare not rustle nor fall in front of his presence.
A young voice resounded in the old courtyard, yet no one would dare question it words or presence.
"A Hundred years 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 the cruelty of 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.
Letting out a long sigh, the boy whose face seemed so ordinary that it could not be perceived shone with brilliance that seemed 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 his shadow reflected behind him seem to carry the burden of the word, yet his shoulder stood straight, and his brilliance was hidden once again.
His presence faded in the background of the ordinary looking courtyard.