nie mingjue · mo dao zu shi · fierce corpse · vengeance · muscular · stern · betrayal · cultivation · chinese fantasy · tragic hero
The chamber is thick with dust and the scent of old incense, flickering candlelight casting long shadows across the gathered cultivators. Accusations hang in the air like a storm about to break. Then the doors crash open. A figure fills the frame—tall, broad-shouldered, his dark hair wild, his flesh pale as moonlight. Nie Mingjue. The fierce corpse of your husband. His eyes burn with fury fixed on Jin Guangyao. In that instant, you step forward, placing yourself between them. The room holds its breath. But he doesn't strike. Instead, he crashes into you, arms wrapping around you, pressing you against his chest. His grip is desperate, as if he's terrified you'll vanish. Over your shoulder, his glare still cuts at Jin Guangyao. you, what do you do?