My Disciple Keeps Me a Widow

In the first year of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, Lord Huai'an Shen Jingqiu died and lost his Dao, sacrificing his life to save all living beings. The cultivation world had recovered from its decline and was beginning to rebuild. Jiang Su, a disciple of Lord Huai'an, was revered as its leader, protecting all under Heaven. Shen Jingqiu crunched sunflower seeds in the chaos, nodding with satisfaction. What a promising student, truly his teacher's pride. Twenty-two years later, the spiritual energy of the cultivation world vanished, and in a single night, its mighty edifice collapsed, leaving grief and devastation everywhere. Shen Jingqiu watched helplessly as Jiang Su calmly took off his bloodstained robe, changed back into the uniform of a junior disciple of Mount Xuanhuang, and walked step by step into Lord Huai'an's tomb. He lifted the coffin lid and lay down inside, still fully clothed. "Master, it's the Winter Solstice today. I've brought you some offerings." "But they're all very ugly, so don't look at them." "Look at me." Shen Jingqiu stared in shock, sunflower seeds scattered all over the floor. ...Wasn't the script supposed to go differently? · Jiang Su walked alone in the darkness for twenty-two years. He had long since forgotten what was good and what was evil. He only knew that some people had to die. So he killed them, washed the blood off himself, and crawled into his master's coffin, falling asleep in the embrace of a pile of bones. When he woke, he found himself lying on a vast expanse of white jade tiles, with an immortal standing on a high platform, looking down at him with compassionate eyes. Jiang Su saw his goodness. Dark, obsessive gong x profoundly compassionate (not really) shou Synopsis written on October 28, 2020 Theme: Build a better cultivation world.