[Original title: Prisoned Wind]
After transmigrating into a book, Chu Xuan became a demigod deliberately created to bear the same name as him.
In the book, the Heavenly Dao fell. The entire immortal sect joined forces to create a demigod to oppose it and restore order to a world in chaos.
Demigod Chu Xuan,
compassionate, merciful, and kind, was the embodiment of everything beautiful in the world.
Yet a counterfeit could only ever be a counterfeit. Aside from standing in a shrine to receive worship, Chu Xuan had not the slightest divine power.
Scorned by the Heavenly Dao, cursed by mortals, and treated as a disgrace by the immortal sect, he ultimately became a wisp of ghostly wind, drifting between the realms of immortals and men.
Chu Xuan himself: .
Chu Xuan: Fine, I'll turn evil.
But there was something even more urgent than turning evil.
Someone claimed to have been born because of him. That person had slain his way north from Xunyang to the Ascension Platform, all so that after ascending to godhood, he could become Chu Xuan's match.
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“So you don't remember anything from before you became a demigod?”
Thunder roared overhead on the Ascension Platform, while wild winds poured from a black hole and tore at the heavens and earth.
Chu Xuan shook his head at Li Beihe, feigning disappointment and struggling to suppress the corners of his mouth as they turned up.
Chu Xuan: What a load of crap, you fool.
If he dared say he remembered, he was sure to be locked back in that gloomy, dreary lighthouse, sitting alone for millennium after millennium.
But unexpectedly, Li Beihe seemed not to notice and dragged him down from the shrine by force.
The divine lord, born with nothing but a kind heart, was forced to assume his solemn, dignified true form. His usually serene expression showed a rare trace of panic, and even his white robes, plain as funeral garments, were left in disarray.
“It's all right,” Li Beihe said, his expression calm, as if this were nothing new.
“Wind is destined to be free forever, but I insist on keeping it imprisoned in my hand.”
[The wind rises beneath the dome, born of neither heaven nor doomed by earth.]
Li Beihe x Chu Xuan
[Merciless, ruthless top who rises from the mire x aloof beauty bottom, covered in mud yet never losing his integrity]
1. My own take on immortal cultivation, with many original settings.
2. Neither lead is perfect, and both are shameless liars. The top has scenes of indiscriminate killing; the reasons will unfold as the story progresses.
Theme: Like moths that fly into flames, they cling to life, lingering in their tangled devotion.
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