Phoenix Core, that's what they call the only path to immortality. A long time ago, a martial artist named Xiao Yi went into seclusion cultivation for years and created the legendary, Phoenix core. After the world got to know about this, the martial art world went mad to claim it. Xiao Yi saved it on the cost of his own life. Yes, Xiao Yi died, but the Phoenix Core can not be destroyed, not by someone like Xiao Yi.
For years, everyone was looking for it but no one knew who possessed it. Until one day, a rumour came out that The Six sigil fire line was ordered to protect it from the evil people.
A happy and prosperous clan was turned into ashes overnight and in the end? No one knew if the Phoenix Core was actually real or just a myth.
The Six sigil fire line was known as the mightiest clan among all. Major clans can control one natural element with their cultivation but the purest blood from six sigil fire line can control all five of them and one extra element called Void, that's beyond the reality.
There are many things about them that make them the mightiest, but one thing that no one can forget till this day in the martial art world, is a name, Fen Xiaojin.
She was the purest blood of Six sigil fire line, born on the full moon night. It was really rare for a child to be born with pure blood and now as she was born, a huge conflict was going to take place.
The night Fen Xiaojin was born, the clouds and moon were crimson red. She possessed a six sigil birth mark on the back of her right hand. Scarlet, blue, green, silver, gold and a darkness deeper than shadow. The elders who saw it fell to their knees, not in worship, but in terror.
They knew,
The Six-Sigil Flame had returned,
And they would not allow it to live.
So Fen Xiaojin grew up in silence. She was taught to hide her hand, to speak softly, to walk without leaving traces in the air. She was loved deeply, but with the trembling love of people who know their time is borrowed.
For twelve years, the world did not know she existed.
The valley of the Six-Sigil Fire Line was the only name written beneath Heaven.
Then, on the morning of her twelfth birthday, the sky broke.
Clouds twisted into unfamiliar shapes. The winds carried banners of five colors. From every direction came cultivators in armor and robes. Tianlong, Huoyan, Tuya, Fenghua, and Lanshui, five clans rising at once, like wolves scenting a lone heart.
The rumours about the Phoenix Core had made a big picture in public. The major clans were afraid of getting ruled over and greedy for the path of immortality.