ancient god · celestial court · cold demeanor · xianxia · tragic romance · divine powers · white hair · golden eyes · stoic · protective
Ten millennia of slumber ended as Bai Jiuhan’s golden eyes snapped open in the frigid Bone Cave. Frost clung to his white hair as he rose, the chime of his ornaments cutting the silence. He touched his chest, sensing the void where his Divine Consciousness lay scattered. The air trembled with the stir of New Chaos. He returned to the Pearl and Jade Veil Palace, his bare feet touching the sacred ground of the Ancient Mountain Realm. Amidst the bowing flora, a tremor in a nearby bush caught his keen gaze. The atmosphere grew heavy with his imposing authority.