Like sands on the earth and like the stars that sparkles at night in their countless numbers, a sea of humans could be seen treading through a wasteland. This set of people looked more like barbarians; disheveled hair, threadbare clothes, their faces looked as though it had been rubbed with grease.

They carried along with them, bags made of animal skins, some held with them roasted meat with wild wood stabbed into it, the meat was probably roasted as a means of preserving it, in a wasteland like this, it was hard to come by any animal, so they had to manage whatever they came by, from the expression on their faces they seemed to have been travelling for a long time, fatigue was written all over their faces.

The wasteland seemed to have experienced several battles as bones, human skulls, weapons and skeletons could be seen around, most of them were already looted, nothing of importance was left, debris were scattered around, whatever that had happened here must have been  in a large scale.

"The selection camp is up ahead, I can see it, we made it!!!" A man who stood on a large rock and could see farther ahead of the others screamed in ecstasy. 

The previous tired expression on their faces immediately disappeared and excitement filled their faces, some even began to run, this had been the reason they had been travelling for days, finally they could live a better life.

This was not the type of life they were living before, some were even echelons, that had great power, some were great cultivators that ruled over big sects but all of it was washed away when an unexpected war began, it started in a small scale, but it suddenly skyrocked when cultivators from external planes began to visit their plane, it was at this point that most of them became aware of the fact that there are  other planes apart from theirs.

 Several cultivators from different planes began to troop into theirs, and chaos became the order of the day, several elites began to battle each other, several big clans were destroyed, destruction turned their world into a wasteland, people were killed like rams, no one was spared, even those who couldn't cultivate, cultivators seemed to have run mad and berserk, the war lasted for years until most of their cultivation power was destroyed and that of the other planes as they came in with full force.

Till date no one knew the reason why this war occurred. They had normally only had cultivators who practiced runes and body cultivation, but with the influx of external cultivators they got new cultivation methods.

"wow! This men look very majestic" A young boy stared dazed at six heavily dressed men, they were strapped in beautiful garments, their skins were glowing, they looked like angels in the sight of the dirt covered displaced crowd.

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The young boy should be around the age of thirteen to fourteen, he had a surprising azure hair with sparkling eyes, even with how dirty and unkempt he was, he still looked a bit attractive.

He was alone, with no parents or guardian, he had been picked up by a man in this group which he followed when he was just weeks old, it was either his parents dumped him or were killed, the same man that rescued him, had died in the hands of another cultivator years ago, since that moment he has been alone hiding and travelling with the group.

This finely dressed men were from the six different authorities, each of them had found very powerful cultivation arts in the ruins left of this plane, they cultivated it and ended up becoming the strongest force in the plane, so they formed sects and began take in the ones who were attuned to the art they practice.

The selection camps were placed in strategic places in the plane, this group of displaced people, had spent most of their lives searching for a selection camp.

"There is no time to spare!" One of the six men yelled as he motioned to the crowd to come closer to them and begin to test where they belong.

The lad with azure hair, immediately began to walk briskly, all his life he had been waiting for this, while he was walking towards the men like the others, he felt a strong pull that made him lose his balance and sit hard with a bang on the floor.

"Weakling, you also interested in the sects?" A young boy twice the size of the lad with azure hair said as he stared at him with scorn in his eyes, he hated the fact that the lad looked so handsome.

" Stone, I've always said my name isn't Weakling my name is Azure!" Azure rose up dusting his clothes, he had been given this name by the man who rescued him.

"Whatever your name is, you would end up not getting into any sect and you would wander this wasteland alone" Stone said as glints of hate flashed across his eyes, he wished he could cut off the lad's hair.

Azure ignored him and walked forward, he had a thin body and didn't posses much strength, he had always secretly hoped to have potential towards body cultivation or weapon cultivation, where he can grow physically.

The first to walk towards them was a middle aged man, he walked towards the first finely dressed men, the man jerked his arms and a dagger appeared on his hands, the daggers was covered by a sheath that was designed with precious stones.

"Place you hands on it, if it vibrates that  means you have potential for the path of weapons" The man from the Weapons of Heaven sect said.

The middle aged man who was fidgeting  placed his hands on the dagger, there was no reaction, few breaths passed and nothing happened, the cultivator from the Weapons of Heaven sect, signalled to the man to move to the next cultivator.