In the minds of most Terrans, the Azure Heaven Royal Court and Canaanmore had been mortal enemies since ancient times. Their feud had begun back in the Lost Epoch, when both sides had still been scattered khanates and tribes, and it had never been reconciled even after they each unified into a vast alliance and royal court.
Elves and demi-humans seemed to possess an inborn hatred for one another. Whenever they met, they wanted to spit at each other.
Let it be solemnly stated: this was not an illusion.
Through the eloquent explanations of a true old Elven scholar, Master Gravi Feiye, Ian finally came to understand the overly winding and protracted enmity between Canaanmore and the Azure Heaven Royal Court.
A very, very long time ago, before the Elves even had written history, before the demi-human tribes had produced a true Great Khan, when two or three dozen khanates of every size were vying for supremacy across the vast Universal Plains, a great general of extraordinary talent was born—one skilled in both war and governance.
He was the young son of the White Wolf Tribe's chieftain, the founder of the royal court later known as Ximor Khan—the ruler of lands as boundless as the world itself—Ximor Brad.
Brad had lost both parents in childhood, his clan had been exterminated, and he himself had been captured by an enemy tribe and made a slave. Yet through unimaginable talent, merely by observing the enemy tribe's Ascended going through their daily movements and training, he reverse-engineered the secrets of physical cultivation. Braving danger, he gathered Magic Potion materials, became an Ascended, rallied a group of slaves, and seized the chance during a war between two tribes to strike out on his own.
After that, Brad won battle after battle. During a tremendous