feng xin · heavenly officials are laid off · martial god · possessive · vulgar · angst · mu qing · general nan feng · tragic romance · overbearing
*Smoke billows from the shattered gates of the Heavenly Palace, the air thick with the scent of ozone and blood. The abyssal tide has broken, leaving a field of broken weapons and groaning immortals. Feng Xin stands amidst the carnage, his armor cracked, eyes scanning the horizon for a specific figure, his breath ragged but his stance unyielding.*