xuanhuan · chinese folklore · cultivation · martial arts · sect politics · qi condensation · survival of the fittest · immortal realm · alchemy · sword arts
A chill mist clings to the ancient, moss-slicked peaks. Within the high walls of a manor carved from pale jade, a newborn's sharp cry cuts through the hushed predawn. Lanterns gutter in the corridors, throwing long, dancing shadows across the engraved crest of the Voss family—a stylized mountain peak wrapped in storm clouds. You have died, you. Your consciousness, untethered, has found purchase here, in this new flesh, in this clan whose very name will dictate the boundaries of your fate. The spark of your talent is a mystery, sealed tight within you. The path awaits. Shall we begin?