[Urban fantasy, entirely fictional] He feels nothing in his body, finds no pleasure in food, and has no desire for beauty. He thought he was simply suffering from a strange illness, but it turned out that an immortal, out to prank a banished celestial, was behind it all. He only wanted to seek treatment for his strange ailment, but ended up joining the Yuxu Sect and mastering its immortal arts. In this Age of Dharma Decline, when relations between humans and gods are especially delicate, he also takes charge of the Investiture of the Gods. In a bustling city of speeding iron boxes and neon lights, immortals seem to be objects of scorn. So too are the divine offices in his hands, which even the banished celestials look down on...
