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 dreams that Asher saw were filled with stars, a great forest, and of course the Tidemother.

The trio performed a great play for Asher in his dreams, leaving him as mesmerized in the dream as he did in the real life.

In a way the dream was helping him digest all that he had experience in this short period and would soon allow him to assimilate it within him.

Hours passed away like this and soon, Asher saw the night in his dream turn into day.

Unknowingly he opened his eyes, finding the bright light of the Sourcefather shining down in his eyes.

"AH!" the sudden increase in light made him flinch, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

It took him a minute or so to adapt to the change in brightness, and made his eyes water.

"So bright… What time is it?" Asher was a bit disoriented. "The Sourcefather is… Four fingers high in the sky." He measured.

Bottom Of The Mountain