They say that the Dao has many faces, most aren't shown, and only some are able to see some of the more extraordinary paths. But why is it that the face I've been shown is a mocking one?
My name is Wuji Sendra, I've been on the path of Dao for about 1000 years. I've made quite a name for myself, defeating genius after genius, destroying demons, even solving conflicts among factions, but now that I've finally reached the last stage of cultivation, all I want to do is ascend. But I can't.
In a beautiful stage with disciples all around on the peak of the world's greatest mountain, I attempted to ascend to the next dimension and join my ancestors in the true world of power, but in a change of events, the gods above all have shunned me.
Instead of my tribulation I was met with the most disgraceful test, it was a rainstorm rather than a lightning storm. My slick white hair was rained upon, permanently dyeing it blue. My clothes were soaked, my face was laughed at. Why?
I have always lived with honor, I was always merciful and had always done deeds to further my respect and honor, was my past life one that was stained upon?
Now I sit here on this lonely peak, pondering my life and my existence. Was my way of cultivation unsuitable for the heavens? Impossible. My father himself ascended with this path. Maybe this is a sign, maybe the gods have forsaken me, but that doesn't mean that the demons have not.
"Sendra, what are you doing up there alone?" A young boy with white hair and a gentle face looked up and asked.
"Nothing of importance. Prepare the banquet for the leader, we will still eat the celebratory feast, even if I haven't ascended." Sendra replied with a cold tone, the boy smiled and left, doing as told.
Now then.. It's best I attend, after today I must break my cultivation, if I am not to ascend, I must descend, I will show those ungrateful gods that I am not one to be shunned, if they send down a strike of justice, I will parry and send one of cruelty! If they shoot me with righteousness, I will reply with one of disdain! Prepare yourself, for I will shake the heavens and bring the very sky down!
"Hey Sendra, it's a shame you weren't able to ascend, I wish you luck upon your next time." An old man conversed in a table seated with many, they were all old but their eyes spoke words of their monstrous amounts of battle prowess.
"Yes. For next time." Sendra said with a friendly smile as he also sat down at his side of the table.
Foolish old man, you yourself know that once denied by the heavens it is impossible to ascend.
"So.. Sendra, now that we have a time to talk.. have you decided?" The old man continued in his talk as he drank alcohol.
"Decided what?" Sendra replied with a stern tone as he ate some food prepared in his honor.
"Don't tell me you forgot?! Have you decided to become the master to my son?" The old man replied with wide eyes.
Sendra chuckled in response to this and rubbed the back of his head, clearly indicating he had forgotten.
"I'll tell you what, if your son is capable of getting at least an A on his talent test, I will be his teacher. Otherwise, you can forget it, even if you were the alliance leader of the righteous faction." Sendra replied with a smile.
It's impossible for this old man's son to be able to get that high of a talent ranking, there is no possible way to increase one's talent either, even mine was a B and I'm a genius amongst geniuses.
The old man smiled. "Ah yes.. about that. He ranked S." The ancient geezer then began to laugh and without realizing, blew away all of the food on the table with just the power of his voice.
The other old men got up and left without a word, understanding that a talent was about to be born, they had to do something in response.
"S?! You're joking!" Sendra replied with a look implying the ancient man was lying.
"See for yourself." The old man replied throwing an orb with the letter S marked onto it.
Sendra caught it and immediately sighed.
Maybe.. maybe this kid can help me in my quest, hehe. The world's about to get a lot more interesting with this news.