THE SAGE'S FIVE.

INTRODUCTION. In a world full of chaos, the many noble families have different goals for the path of immortality. Lison White the only left Lison bloodline holds a dream of making the world a peaceful place for both mortals and cultivators. With the walk of life, he is received as the Sage's five disciples whose status was untained. With the coming NOVAR WORLD crisis, he is given the task of uniting the four kingdoms so as to hold a great footing through the battle to come. Will they hold out against the praised undead emperors? CULTIVATION METHOD./ MENU. Bigginer level (1) The bigginer lever is made up of seven stages, The body tempering The Veins, muscles tempering The tissue tempering The body nourishing stage Spirit gathering stage Late bigginer stage Peak bigginer stage. 2 Foundation stage. This will involve the, early, middle and late plus peak foundation stages. 3.Affiliated advanced level early, middle and peak stages. from here to the top, all stages will hold only three divisions of the stage. 4. Earth shattering stage. 5. world shattering stage 6. Advanced mortal stage. 7. Immortal fountain stage. 8. Immortal king stage 9. Immortal emperor stage. Chapter one. THE MINDLESS CULT MEETING. Brisvan nation, Slentin city central bazaar. The golden sky looks dashing and brilliant what shall this day hold? This was a question that does pop up in everyone's mind the moment the sun does rise as it is like a curtain opening for the coming drama. In the central market of Slentin city, people were moving and making thorough preparations for the day. It is the 3rd, of may and many people tend to make huge benefits from this day. Being a small border city, its living standards are not that high but they get to live a wonderful life. Although its location is always expected the worst among the ten cities of Brisvan nation, it always would have it best than the other border cities. Although many fallacies have been said over the years as to why the city had its best, nothing has ever been confirmer as the sole reason for the peace no Slentin city borders. Today was a joyous occasion in Slentin city as it was the second central bazaar in Slentin city this year. The cities in Brisvan nation would always hold three central bazaars in every year as a way to help increase the living standards of the people. Brisvan held ten cities in total with each city governed by a city lord who always had to answer to the king of Brisvan. Among the merchants was a young man by the age of thirteen. With his looks, he would leave many ladiewearingng to his charm. He was elegant and well-built. Although he wasn't born from a noble family, his character and charm were those of nobility, thanks to them, he got to live a carefree free life that was always full of acknowledgment. His golden hair that glimmered at sight was a thing he liked of his origin the best. Though they were never nobles in the first place, he was pleased to have the golden color for his hairstyle which was only a wish of the royals and nobles of Brisvan. The golden hair color was more of a symbol that would clarify of his identity as a Lison. Although the Lisons were a praised family in history, it could not apply to the current society since the past should always be considered as the past. Dressed in a white shirt and black pants, he looked perfect and dashing when grouped with his peers. He was more like a stranger to this world. Hey, White. Come help me with this. A voice called out. With its energy, it was deep clear that the person was at least in his late thirties. Coming dad, the young man responded with a clear yet youthful vigor. Yes, he was the one being called. He was Lison White, the only child of the Lison family. Although they had a chance to shine in history five thousand years back, it led to their agony for the following years after the glorious battle. But what could they say, all that was left for them was history. history and still history. The world is in chaos, The greed feeding on the weak The wealthy gain the more What shall a hardworking farmer hold? Walking smartly, he went ahead to hume the only words left behind by his lovely mother. Yes, White never had a chance to enjoy a mother's love from his childhood. All he knows in life is his dad Lison Brim who had to struggle for his son. Being a mortal in the world where each person sought immortality, he had to live by the mercy of the gods every now and then. Walking calmly, White reached his dad who was busy arranging his old dusty commodities in the store. Yes, Brim Lison held a*****e that was now the sole thing left by his ancestors from their years of merit. Although they held much at first, thanks to his late father who succumbed to gambling and ended up leaving everything in the gambling dens. If not for him, they wouldn't be this in this current world. Although Brim looked old in looks, he held the pride of the Lison familwhichat was not a thing thaanyonene could have in the whole world. It was what they were left to pride in for their whole life. D,ad you called me! It is almost time for people to begin flooding the market. Today should be our only hope to earn something that could run us for the nexperiodod. The next bazaar will take a full three months to be held so if we sluck and fail to make a good amount, we should prepare to starve for a good period. Although .Mr Lison spoke with a calm voice, his worries were vivid in his voice. It was terrible to hold on for such a long period with hunger as all his dusty products could only earn during the city bazaar. *** A far to the east of the city, the place was filled with snow and the weather here was rather cold for any mortal to bear. It was the Frost Mountains. Although Slentin city held a peaceful living, their worst terror was the praised Frost mountains. The Frost Mountains was a land of the Frost Ghost Emperor who is rumored to be in slumber for the time being. Although he was always in slumber, his name was the worst terror to the city as his only casual attack is said to be enough to put away thrice of slentin city. On the first Fros mountain slope was a small cave that went deep into the mountain. Not many people could hold their breaths and enter the caves in the Frost Mountains as they housed the Skeletal FrosGhoststs the underlings of the Frost Gost kings. Though the cave looked thin on the surface, its interior was far wide and it was the praised base of the Mindless cult. The Mindless cult was an underling of the Great Fault Clan. In the centre of the cave sat many youths with various auras that were full of blood and battle intent. They were the praised disciples of the Mindless cult. Since they had been summoned this morning for a meeting, not one could dare be absent on such an occasion. Although they were used to receiving orders from thhigher-upsps through their invisible hand marks, all the tasks they received were mediocre, and could never uplift their status in the cult. With a meeting in place, they were glad and expectant as a meeting was a sign of glory to them in the first place...