Grand_Void_Daoist

Slave… 

Trash… 

Unwanted…

Hundreds of words had been hurled at Asher in his short life. He was greatly familiar with them and knew to ignore them for his own worth. His mother had told him find the good in people and look past their masks. 

But even a saint had a limit. And when Asher hit his limit, he also hit the limit of the overseer. 

Getting banished from his mine, Asher was left jobless and also became target of denigration. 

But when the demons poured out from the earth, and invaded his world, what was Asher to do? 

Especially when even the divine immortals, the most sacred and holy, deemed him as a heretic; Asher had little to do other than run. 

How could someone rejected and hated by all survive in the harsh Three Fold World?

Only by overcoming all odds and eradicating those that opposed him would Asher rise to the top of the world. 

Humans, Demons, and Immortals... All shall kneel before the Empyrean of the Three Fold World

Three Fold World

Some time had passed, and Beryl was still absorbing the miasma from the ground. But now it seemed like the quantity of miasma being released from it had reduced.

At this point, Beryl looked up at the bright sphere in the night sky and sighed.

"As much as I'd like to teach you more, it seems like our time of opportunity is nearing." Beryl stated. "We'll need to act soon." He said, stopping his absorption.

"Will that be enough Miasma?" Asher asked with concern.

"For mere Two star warriors and the three wizards? Sure." Beryl replied.

"Even the wizards?" Asher wondered where the man's confidence was coming from.

"Of course… there still at the Three Star Rank." Beryl said. "But I am a Four Star Sorcerer!" he revealed, making Asher astounded.

This was the highest rank individual Asher had seen so far if he excluded the Immortals.

Four Stars