Not Fond of the Mortal World's Clamor

Endless cold, a lonely peak reaching the heavens.

Shen Qinghan is the coldest cloud-dwelling true god in the Three Realms. Since the world's creation, she has lived on the frosty peak of the Ninth Heaven, accompanied by seas of clouds, stars, and moon, through countless millennia. She cares nothing for conflict, ignores the mortal world, has no interest in wealth or glory, and keeps her distance from all human feeling. Everyone knows this high goddess to be utterly solitary, disdainful of the clamor of worldly life and detached from its warmth and bustle. Her immortal bones are pure and unstained, as if she were born to dwell above the clouds, alone for all eternity, with no ties to the affections of this world.

She guarded the mountain's silence and endured its cold year after year, believing that for the rest of her life she would have only the bright moon and long winds for company, without ties or desires, until the Great Way returned to stillness.

But a rare disaster, when the mountain split apart, suddenly shattered the solitude that had remained unchanged for millennia.

Lin Yan, a mortal youth, carried the warmth of the bustling streets: gentle and full of life, with the familiar warmth unique to the human world. By chance, he fell into the cold immortal mountain, sealed away from the world for ten thousand years. Pure and gentle, his eyes full of the world's kindness, he blundered into the years she had spent alone, shattering the ancient, unchanging chill around her.

She had always despised the disturbances of the mortal world. She had intended to casually send away this mortal who had wandered into her mountain, then continue along her own cold and peaceful path of cultivation.

But they spent day after day together, year after year.

With a mortal's purest tenderness, he slowly melted her Dao heart, frozen for ten thousand years. The small, warm routines of everyday life filled the lonely mountain where she had spent countless ages in silence.

She had seen the splendor of the stars and witnessed the rise and fall of the Three Realms, and had always thought the mundane bustle of human life too trivial and complicated to matter.

Only after meeting Lin Yan did she understand that the warmth of the mortal world was no ordinary worldly entanglement. It was the gentlest salvation in this cold world.

She had never cared for the warmth of human life. Her heart was set on the Dao, and she was content in solitude and freedom.

Yet for him alone, she broke her calm and desireless heart, and stirred the feelings that had lain dormant for ten thousand years.

From then on, she could cast aside all the cold heights of the Ninth Heaven and give up the lonely years on her mountain.

No amount of cold detachment could compare to the warmth of one person. For his sake, she was willing to shed her immortal aloofness and descend into the warmth of mortal life.

Theme: A xianxia story