Not all storms
come to disrupt your life,
Some
come to clear your path....
~freelance wisdom
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Long ago on a continent called Red Rose, Immortal gods and cultivators were the normal occurrence. “Humans” were at the bottom of the food chain, they could only marvel in awe and envy at a life that could never belong to them.
After the decline of the human populace because a certain sorcery based cultivator casted an evil spell on them, the two groups both gods and cultivators worked together to banish the humans in the forbidden lands. But even they knew that the evil inside a humans heart would only grow stronger and stronger; they were just buying time by chaining them the barren lands.
Tensions soon began to rise between the cultivators and gods. With no more humans at the bottom of the food chain to be oppressed, naturally the cultivators assumed their role after their disappearance.