The Beginning

Michael was a normal human, a mortal man.

Walking towards the convenience store to buy some cup noodles, Michael was humming himself a little tune. Feeling that he was hearing something loud behind him, he turned around. He saw nothing, but his instincts told him to dodge and he moved his head to the side, but, it was too late. The last thing his left eye saw was a black pearl, heading directly towards it.

"AAAAHHHHHHHH!", he cried as he felt intense pain as his left eye bled profusely.

Surprise struck him as he suddenly felt two strong auras that seemed able to wipe his very existence, even this world, though he had no evidence. As the pain of his left eye subsided, he opened it, and what he saw truly surprised him. Two old men can be seen, one in white robes, the other in violet robes, looking at him, with their hands held out and light forming in their hands.

Realizing they have been seen, one of the two threw the light in his palms and it formed a dragon exuding a regal aura. The dragon flew out and slammed towards Michael but instead of hitting him, it was blocked by a seemingly transparent screen, a mirror of heavenly might that nothing can penetrate.

"That's the Heavenly Mirror Spell of this realm! That means that the one you are trying to kill is a mortal!", gnarled the white-robed man.

"Don't be crazy, eccentric old man! He can see us, we are near the Immortal Soul Forming stage and your telling me a mortal can see us when we don't want to be seen? Kill him!", shouted the violet robed man in response.

"An immortal killing a mortal without a proper reason is a taboo. Besides, doing so will provoke Heavenly Retribution. Let's just let him be."

"How about we just get him? Besides, a mortal who is not even in the Body Purification stage seeing us? That's talent."

The white-robed man grinned in understanding the matter, he held out his hand and there, a bottle appeared. He opened it and Michael was suddenly sucked inside, without any capability to fight back.

"Let us postpone our fight for now fellow Daoist Violet. The Sect Patriarch might like this little gift. Though the pearl was lost due to you throwing it, it is a minor matter compared to finding talent like this.", the man in white robes said as he started flying towards an old monastery deep in the mountains

"Fellow Daoist White, it's not my fault! My hands just slipped!"

"The pearl was clearly thrown against me, If I did not dodge to the side I would be hit by it and judging by its aura alone, it may have as well eradicated me in body and in soul."

"Please give me face this time old friend!"

Laughing arrogantly, White nodded his head, indicating his approval to keep the matter about the pearl a secret. Inside the monastery was a large circular altar where the two old men stepped into. The altar flashed, and the two old men was nowhere to be seen.