It is the year 1025 of the martial era the world is in turmoil shrouded by war the mortals are fighting eachother some for their sects and families others fight for their so called gods yet unknown to all those big figures, leaders,demons and so called gods are also fighting a war. A war for hegemony over the world a war to be a God.

This war lasts thousands of years for the gods yet for the mortals it will only last tens of years. The year is 4050 of The Martial Era the war of gods ended 1000 years ago with lots of death while the war of man only lasted 25 years. All gods are dead but one and as this lonesome person is taking his last breaths he looks his world that he won yet he realizes the world that he fought so

desperately for and won and the mortals that he had commanded are just going on with their lives the farmers are on their field the hunters are hunting and the people that once believed in this god and should be praying for his return or filled with grief over his disappearance all those years ago are just going on with their lives. He finally realized how pitiful his life is he is about to die and he was completely forgotten he was just left behind just like a stone on the road.

The year is 4051 of The Martial Era all the gods are dead yet the mortals in their blissful ignorance are just living their life.