Ten thousand years has passed since the Grand Era Of Immortals. Countless Gods, Immortals and Fiends battled for a thousand years, before vanishing all at once. Never to be seen again. In the millenia that followed, cultivation declined faster than a river in drought. Only leaving a shallow dry pool of knowledge behind. Now it has been five thousand years since the last immortal was born. They are no more. Clans fight for glory, prestige and the future of their decendants. Empires expand to increase its legacy. This is the time of mortals. With shallow cultivations, mortals fight for scraps, a mere fragement of the dream that existed Ten Thousand years ago. Ling Feng, is a minor character from the small Ling clan. He is an orphan, and to make things even worse, he is also a cripple. His single joy in life, lies in music and poetry. He cannot fight, and he is poor of health. In short, he is a walking tragedy. What nobody would expect however, is that his gifts in poetry and music, and his emotional experience, is what will pave his path to greatness. As he spends his nights in solitude, close to nature, he one day comprehends what only even the greatest sages of old have ever done, the first among the prime elements - The power of wind, the song of nature...