Episode 0

The world had descended into chaos for many years, but no one could have imagined that such chaos would not only bring disorder to the Immortal and Demon realms, but also affect mortals.

For about a thousand years, after the battle between beasts and mortals, when several gods descended from the sky and erased the memories of all mortals, legends were created about certain Immortals. The existence of Immortals, Celestial and Demonic Beasts, Demons, Devils, and even the Gods themselves slowly became mere rumors.

A distant village in the Mortal Realm, named "Yingxiong," was one of the few villages with living people. Rare. Because if someone approached this village, they would only see a gloomy and silent scene, as if it weren't inhabited by living beings, rather, it was reminiscent of some places in the Ghost Realm.

However, amid all this silence, in one of the houses farthest from the center of the village, on a stretcher, lay a man dressed in once-white robes, now turned dirty, covered in blood and mold.

His eyes were tightly shut, as if he were having a nightmare, and his brows were furrowed. Even in his sleep, his hands reached out desperately, searching for the presence of another person.

Someone opened the door to the room where the young man lay.

The person who entered was only slightly better off than the young man. It seemed that he had fought in the past, as his body had gradually grown stronger. Even in this dire situation, his eyes shone with a dark light full of malevolence. He had a slightly tanned complexion, but it wasn't natural; it was as if he had been exposed to the sun for so long that his original color had faded away.

"Young Master, Young Master," he cried as he entered the room. Seeing the condition of his Young Master, he sighed and began shaking him, trying to wake him up.

About five minutes later, the Young Master woke up, coughing. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at the blood on his hand, lifelessly. Then he looked at the man beside him and asked, "What's the situation now?"

"The entire Mortal Realm has been invaded. Except for this place, there don't seem to be any living people left anywhere," he hurriedly reported.

The Young Master didn't react, although a faint sadness was reflected in his eyes. It was as if the fact that there was no one left in the Mortal Realm was to be expected.

"Where are A'Wei and A'Yong?" he asked weakly.

The man hesitated to answer, but a few minutes later, he had no choice but to respond. He muttered, "They were captured by the Fifth Young Master."

"Oh," came the weak response. Then, he opened his eyes again and looked at the man. "A'Ting, go to the South of the Immortal Realm, seek help from the Jinse Palace. If they dare not respond, then inform Jin Guang, Wu Shuang, and Wu Gui."

Afterward, he fell silent again.

The man named A'Ting waited for a few more minutes, yet his Young Master continued to remain silent.

Finally, he had to ask, "Anything else, Young Master?"

His Young Master shook his head. A'Ting could only sigh and leave. Only after A'Ting had gone did his Young Master open his eyes slightly.

One day, a man had told him that the Immortal Realm would descend into chaos and turn against the Heavens. The Demons and Devils would start fighting to regain control of the Dark Realm, the Beasts would rise to aid their respective sides, and those from the Ghost Realm would be the only innocents in this conflict.

One day, he had laughed at those words.

Another day, he had awakened to find that everything he had loved had turned into a mere shadow, fading away from his sight bit by bit. He tried to defend his ideals, yet people turned a blind eye to his feelings. The person who had promised to spend his life with him had died, not fulfilling their promise completely.

So, in a world that had completely turned its back on him even when he tried to defend it, would he be blamed for destroying it? Would they hate him even more than they did now? But more importantly, if they did hate him, would he really care?