"My followers flayed me and tore my bones apart, then used my blood and flesh to mold a colossal statue. They worshipped that image of me as a 'god' and sought a thousand years of blessings from it, to protect the Wu clan's descendants for generations to come."
"Later, disaster befell the Wu clan, and they fled into hiding."
"The clanspeople blamed me for their calamity. They toppled my statue and denounced me as a demon."
"It has been thirteen thousand... eighty-one years since then."
*Lovecraftian cultivation fantasy.
*The original setting has been revised, and will probably change again before the story begins.
[Blurb dated 2024.5.6]
Theme: See through the delusion of self.
