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

The orange color filling the sky was rather mesmerizing, as Asher gazed it with a look of peace on his face.

"The Sourcefather looks so much better from here…" Asher couldn't help but mutter.

It was his first time being this far out, and he had never seen it from this angle. Back where he stayed, the mines were far too close and the Sourcefather's rising from was obscured by them and the clouds, making it not as clear.

But now that Asher was farther way from here, he could see it much better. He observed it for a few minutes until the Sourcefather had completely left the horizon and was higher up than the mountains.

"It should look even better from the mountains right?" Asher had an idea. "I have to go through those mountains anyway." He muttered as a plan formed in his mind.

The Cost Of Sorcery