Everything has it's opposite, from mountains to flatlands, from light to darkness, and in this world from east to west. As if the gods made it so, the world had been divided since seemingly the dawn of time. A vast, deep and expansive ocean laid in between two continents.

The eastern continent, filled with mountains and dragons sought immortality. Here emperors reined and sects fought.

The western continent, filled with flatlands and runes sought the elements. Here tribes reined and a vast array of kings fought.

But, even the worst western enemies and the worst eastern enemies all united against a collective hatred for their cardinal counterparts. It was a hatred so far gone, that it knew no beginning nor end. With an endless amount of blood shed from both parts, armistice was impossible. Even though the battles had been endless, true and united war between the two continents had only happened three times.

The eastern Tiger Empire and the western Blood Tribe led the first cardinal war, marking the first year of the world calendar(w.c.).

The eastern Dragon Empire with the eastern Sky Sect and the western Fire, Water and Earth Kings led the the second cardinal war in 2101 w.c. The third and bloodiest war was led by no one. In 4392 w.c., An eastern diplomatic mission led by the Cloud Saintess of the renowned Cloud Sect was attacked and massacred. Immediately, blame fell on the western continent. The saintess that had been hailed as the second coming of Doumu, the heavenly goddess, had been murdered. The east, that had been left fragmented since the second cardinal war, was ruled by a variety of "emperors" and sects. But, the hate united them and hundreds of ships sailed west. The west, also fragmented and filled with disunion, claimed they played no hand in the affair. But, the ships still came and fueled by similar hatred the west retaliated.

The past wars had certainly been bloody, but with leaders at the helm, they were at least "controlled". This was absent in the third war. Lasting 500 years, generations were born and died to fight in this war. By the end, nobody even remembered the beloved princess that had started it all. Luckily or unluckily, no one knows, in one of the last battles in the west's Wind Tribe's territory a strange disease started spreading. The returning cultivators brought it home and soon the whole world was engulfed in it. Named the blood plague, it consumed the continents and left little to no life in its aftermath. A tacit truce began, and the war ended in 4902 w.c.

Now 2,000 years later, in the eastern continent, a white-haired and green-eyed boy would cause a storm.