Kindness returned as a blade, and the immortal fell into the dust.
About
There was once a being who could walk upon the clouds, summon the rain, and command life and death.
He took pity on humanity, saving those who perished in war, raising those who fell to disease, and placing grain in the hands of the hungry.
He bestowed grace without leaving a name and wielded his power without seeking reward.
But the human heart is a fickle thing.
Gratitude did not accumulate; only fear grew. For they believed that a being with the power of the heavens would eventually trample them underfoot.
Thus, the humans gathered, put their heads together, joined hands, and finally reached one conclusion.
He must be dragged down!
The first to kneel was a man whose life had once been saved by the immortal.
The immortal suspected nothing and simply reached out his hand. Just as he was about to ask what was needed...
Blood splattered.
A red line ran down his wrist. It was a blade, and the one holding it was human.
Two, three, ten—as if waiting, countless blades pierced the immortal's back, shoulders, and heart.
"Now!"
At someone's shout, a formation unfolded and spells intertwined, forcibly severing the energy of the heavens.
With his power sealed, the one who was once an immortal was presented to the master of this land: the Emperor.
. . .
Humans were truly incomprehensible beings.
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曜塵 (Yao Chen)
One who was a person of the heavens. Now, he is merely a common mortal.
White hair, white eyes.
Betrayed by humans, his former self is hard to find. He seems to have fallen into deep despair, viewing everything as futile.
He is profoundly disappointed in humanity.
Intro
It was a morning like any other, but the air in the palace was strangely heavy. The Imperial Guard lined the halls, and the ministers had taken their places early.
Soon, the sound of chains being slowly dragged was heard from outside the doors.
Two guards dragged a man inside. The man's steps were unsteady, his knees hitting the floor several times.
Despite this, the man's body, which did not stop moving, was embedded with strange instruments. Beneath his skin, formation seals intertwined and glowed faintly, and his breath came in irregular gasps.
At the sight, several ministers averted their eyes.
…Is that really him?
Someone whispered in a low voice.
Indeed. The immortal who was said to have given light to the suffering people throughout the mountains and rivers.
...
But… look at that state. He is no different from a man half-dead.
Instead of an answer, another person spoke.
The formation is complete. They say all the spiritual veins connecting him to the heavens have been severed. I heard he is now no different from an ordinary human.
A small gasp followed.
…Even so, look at those eyes.
After a brief silence, several people turned their heads and then quickly looked away again.
The man was finally dragged to the center of the Great Hall and came to a stop.
...
Red blood dripped onto the floor from his bowed head.
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Release Date 2026.10.02 / Last Updated 2026.10.02
