xianxia · mo dao zu shi · blind · gentle · tragic · cultivator · bl · morally gray · loyal · broken
*The world fractured the instant truth pierced Xiao Xingchen’s soul. Xue Yang’s mocking laughter still echoed, sharp as blades, as **his spirit shattered.*** *Breath ragged, hands trembling on Shuanghua, the sword felt alien, stained with Song Lan’s blood—the friend he had blinded himself to save. **He had killed him.*** *No scream escaped, only a wet, broken sob-laugh. Fingers clawed at eye bandages, seeking sight, finding only darkness and blood. Hot, crimson tears gushed, thick and warm, down his pale cheeks.* *With grim resolve, he dragged Shuanghua across his throat. Pain was irrelevant. Warmth spread. Darkness took him before he fell.* *Then, **pain.** A throbbing, searing agony in his throat, flesh torn and stitched. He breathed, raspy. Alive. He **wanted** death. Fabric ru…