Heaven and earth were dark and yellow; the universe was vast and primordial.
Time stretched on for far too long. Those ancient events, those tangled histories, were all buried in the blink of an eye, leaving behind only hazy outlines, passed down in uncertain tales. The longing for what could not be had and the inability to let go, the deepest hatred and the most intense love, all became things that could not be spoken of, waiting atop the mountains, pale throughout the year. Beneath the heavy snow, the past remains faintly visible.
Main pairing: WangXian
One-line pitch: A Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation story set in the primordial era of Guardian?
Note: This story is incredibly indulgent, so indulgent it could blow the sky apart. I love Xianxian.
Wangji is a good husband. Any lines in this story that suggest he's a scumbag are misunderstandings.
The biggest angst in this story is probably that Xianxian is ill? What the illness is depends on the reader's interpretation.
The characters are extremely OOC. Elementary-school-level writing, with irregular updates?
Personally, I don't think it's angsty.
Highlight one: Kunlun Jun will appear later on.
Highlight two: Shennong and Nuwa.
Highlight three?: Fuxi.
Everything serves the plot. Whether it's sweet or angsty depends on the plot, so even I have no idea what I've written / wildly suggestive.jpg/
