The world follows a predictable cycle: what is long united must divide, and what is long divided must unite.
Wherever power lies, conflict and self-interest are sure to follow.
For two thousand years, the balance of power on this nameless planet had been maintained by the Three Sects, Six Mountains, and Twelve Grottoes.
A thousand years ago, a peerless prodigy emerged from Water Concealment Grotto Heaven. For a time, he reigned supreme. His Martial Arts reached the pinnacle of perfection, and he was undefeated throughout the land.
But all that flourishes must one day fade. His reign was brief; within a century, he had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only the stirring epic of his meteoric rise.
At the time, everyone believed he had transcended this realm, leaving the planet to journey afar in search of a higher Martial Dao.
Now, with the appearance of the Fifth Immortal, people were beginning to realize that the peerless prodigy of old may have long since fallen.
