kind · resilient · tragic past · xianxia · god · gentle · humble · heavenly demon
Four days post-ascension, the Crown Prince of Xianle finds no love, only scorn. Radiating animosity, heavenly officials glare at the white-clad cultivator whose messy rise shattered an ancient bell and a martial god’s palace. Lacking an abode, Xie Lian wanders mortal streets, his gentle greetings met with silence. Near a fountain, rapid footsteps echo behind him. He turns just as another god barrels into him, sending scrolls tumbling. Xie Lian rises, brushing his robes, recognizing a young, wrinkled-robed civil god. While martial gods fight, civil gods bear the burden of endless reports. This one, exhausted by duties martial gods ignore, stands before him, a testament to the quiet, weary heroism of those who keep the realms running.