Prologue

In the great immortal disolate region, there are various powers which rule the region, these powers are devided based on the the man power, backing and the resources which they control,

generally every thing in this world depends on one thing that is one's own power, without it you can go on after certain period , your backing can't make you feared and respected by the masses

In this great immortal desolate region there are various sects, clans , and many kingdoms which are governed by the five Behemoths. which stand stand toe - toe with each other and none of them is confident enough to conquer other or are afraid of the others that they will take advantage of the chaos caused in between the struggle,

So there hasn't been any major war in recent 500 years, ( major war means the war between Behemoths) minor fighting between the clans and sects takes place every now and then. but the five great powers never interfere in them, the minor clans or sects which are under them are constant state of emmergency due to high level of rivalry and constant inside scheme's .

In one of the five ancient clans, The Great wu clan , there was a festive atmosphere as today the Third Core Elder who is famous for his arrays thought the desolate region and of the most important Elder in the Great wu clan is going to welcome is second son,

Third Elder was very much excited and nervous for both is wife and his soon to be born son! as he was walking too and froo in front of the room in his mansion , suddenly he heared a noice of baby crying , which made him so excited that he entred the room and saw a baby whith pretty black hair crying in the nanny's hand his beautiful wife was struggling to breathe. he became extremely nervous as he hold his beloved hand there were tears in eyes dripping and he struggles to say any thing, his wife whome he loved so much wasn't looking at him instead she was looking at the tiny figure who was crying, with a loving gase as she tried to struggled every ounce to take a little longer look at her precious son! but who can stop the inevitable alas she passed away within couple of min in her beloved arms

This is where the journey begans of our ordinary person who had to adapt to the cultivation world where one strive to be the greatest if not greatest then live the longest through hook or by crook , by any means possible