"Jiayi Bai you have stolen the Golden cultivation techniques from our 5 Righteous Sects, the Black Poison Turtle of the North, the Vermilion Fire Bird of the South, Azure Water Dragon of the East, the White Tiger of the West, and the Floating Islands of Demigods, plundered thousands of materials for the Forge of Monsters and Demons alike, spilt thousands of Royal Blood. Guilty as these Royals may have been, it is not for you to decide. Courts, what is your final verdict. Guilty or Not Guilty?"

I don't get to have a say since, my tongue has been cut out and my cultivation of Bronze Fire has been sealed. But I'm just a lowly peasant farmer, I have harvested rice in my family for 15 years, and I am to believe that a person who looks exactly like me, has passed me off as him or her.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!!!" I scream from the comfort of my mind.

"Guilty" The Courts booming voice is enough to kill a Fire Fawn.

"NOOO, I'M NOT HIM, I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING, I'M INNOCENT, PLEASE." As I plead for my life, a person with a huge axe, starts walking towards me. When he arrived before me, a huge flat stone has landed in front of my body. He then pushes my neck on the chopping block, ready to do his job. He now lifts up his axe, aims for my neck then chop. As the Executioners' Axe chops my head, I vow to take revenge, on the person who had framed me for all of his/her crimes. I feel my warm blood leave my head, my body?, then my consciousness fades to the dark. This is how my story begins.