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

Resting in front of Asher was large lake that shimmered with the beauty of Tidemother.

It rippled from the breeze that was blowing and carried them quite far. Asher couldn't exactly estimate the size of the lake, as it seemingly melded with the tree-line.

The Tidemother had waned, and thus her light was weaker, otherwise Asher would have seen the full extent of the lake.

'There's a stream connecting to this, isn't there?' Asher thought and looked around.

The sound of water he had heard was definitely from a stream as the lake wouldn't really make that kind of a sound. Plus with such a large lake being here meant that it needed a steady source of water to continue existing.

Asher narrowed his eyes in search for the stream and soon spotted it about fifty meters from where he was standing. The stream was coming out of a thicket and was fully obscured by it.

"There it is." Asher spotted it and decided to approach.

A Much Needed Bath And Footsteps