This is the Third District, abandoned by the world. Mud covers the ground, and people suffer from hunger and cold. Those who have yet to awaken live like ants, clinging to life; a bowl of watery porridge mixed with sand is their only hope of surviving. Awakening is a distant light. The chance to awaken three times and the possibility of cultivating three paths are privileges reserved for the upper districts. A Yan and a group of other wretches from the lowest tier cling to their 10% chance of awakening as they claw their way upward through thorns and mud. All they ever wanted was to survive, but they are forced to reach the very pinnacle of power, tear open the injustice of this world, and see what the heights everyone talks about are really like.
