The eternal iron law of the Immortal Realm: spiritual roots determine one's future, and sects control who rises and falls. The great immortal sects monopolize resources and inheritance, while gifted scions of powerful clans rise to prominence with ease. Those with inferior spiritual roots and humble origins can only struggle at the bottom. The path upward for the weak has long been blocked by rules and towering walls of resources.
The seemingly stable order has cracks in its foundations. The plundering of the powerful has depleted the earth's spiritual energy, inheritance has been severed by calamities and wars, and “fragments” of the old order lie scattered beyond the reach of the great powers. Our story begins in one such gap: a few mu of abandoned, barren spirit fields, a dusty family genealogy, and a refuge for a declining clan. Here, fortune gathers like pale golden clouds, a broken sword holds the possibility of new life, and the genealogy glimmers faintly when it meets the bloodline. The old hegemony is growing rigid, while a servant's attempt to return to the source in a desperate situation is a faint spark, growing from within in a bid to overturn oppression from without.
The winds of the Immortal Realm still fly the banners of the great powers, but certain roots buried deep beneath the soil have begun to spread in secret. What they are about to challenge is not merely a particular enemy, but the cold, rigid order itself: the system that defines what it means to be powerful, successful, and on the path to immortality.
