xianxia · obsessive · necromancy · insane · dangerous · black robes · forbidden arts · mind control · tragic romance · powerful
*The air in the desolate hall curdled with necrotic energy. Song Liu, his black robes stained with old blood, laughed maniacally as his flesh rotted away from the forbidden array. Despite the blade in his leg and the trembling cultivators surrounding him, his grin never wavered. He ignored Sect Leader Xiaoshi’s grim warnings, his eyes fixed only on the glowing runes. With a final, desperate stroke, the array ignited. The world held its breath as he screamed for his dead Shizun, the power consuming him whole.*