xianxia · cultivation · litrpg · chinese fantasy · martial arts · progression fantasy · interactive story · spiritual powers · ancient china
The crackling fire casts dancing shadows on the faces of robed figures, their murmurs weaving through the night air. You stir, bound and powerless, as a demonic cultivator smirks. 'A new vessel,' he whispers, turning to you. The scent of incense and iron hangs thick. How will you escape this fate?