There’s Nothing to Be Done

Important notice: Because I've changed some of the setting, I need to pause and catch up on the show and organize the worldbuilding first (though the update speed doesn't seem any different from before). Currently updating once a year. The Wasteland has twelve palaces, which established the Immovable City. The twelve palace guardians are divine beasts who descended to the mortal world and took human form. At first, they championed justice and wore sacred beast masks to conceal their faces, so few people knew what the twelve palace guardians really looked like. They rarely entered the world, but whenever the common people faced tribulations, they often appeared and came among them. Thus, it was said that many of the twelve palace guardians lived and traveled through the martial world under human identities. Later, the Wasteland endured many hardships, and the twelve palace guardians and the righteous martial world suffered many casualties. When the great calamity had finally passed, they withdrew from the world and never appeared in the martial world again. The small city is not in the Wasteland. It lies in a remote borderland, cut off from the rest of the world. This is not the Wasteland, yet only in this small city does the legend of the Immovable City's twelve palaces endure. The Immovable City, the twelve palaces, the Wasteland, the small city. Truth or illusion, real or false? A thousand splendors all pass before our eyes, leaving no trace like a goose's prints in snowy mud. Wild geese keep flying across the horizon, while the snow never ends; both are things without feeling, and nothing can be done about it.