After thousands of years of lonely voyages, the Xianzhou people finally received the blessing of the Aeon of Abundance, gaining endless longevity.
The moment he swallowed the immortal fruit, the not-yet-divine Reignbow Arbiter foresaw the Xianzhou's terrible future and resolved to destroy the Ambrosial Arbor. After firing an arrow at the tree, he was sealed by the nobles.
At the same time, another person ventured alone into the universe, hoping to beg the Aeon to take back its blessing.
At the instant their paths crossed, he finally received a glance from the Aeon.
The Medicine Lord sighed with compassion, generously bestowing a blessing and gently laying a curse upon him.
“Pity, ah, pity...”
“You shall become the medicine, then.”
The Reignbow Arbiter's light arrow, which brought the era of the cataclysmic fire to an end, severed the Ambrosial Arbor but did not harm the delicate flower bud.
A thousand years later, the Ambrosial Arbor bloomed, and nine tiers of red lotuses unfurled into a vision of hell.
Born from the lotus dais of the nine-tiered red lotus was a new Emanator of Abundance, a pure and immaculate being with a clear, crystalline body. His flesh could ease mara, making it a nectar of salvation, yet he was also a longevity abomination hated by the Xianzhou people.
After being imprisoned in the Prison of Deep Seclusion for a hundred years, he was released only to be subjected to private torture millions upon millions of times, his flesh used to save those afflicted by the Five Poisons. The blessings of the Hunt and Abundance upon him were curses as well.
Until the era of the five heroes arrived.
The Vidyadhara High Elder used cloudsong arts to drive away the crowd surrounding Pity. His cool, impassive eyes seemed to hold a trace of compassion.
The purple-haired foxian girl sighed. “Why won't those people leave him alone? The general already said Pity poses no threat to the Xianzhou, and that he was once an ally of the Reignbow Arbiter... Besides, he still bears the Reignbow Arbiter's blessing!”
The Luofu Sword Champion gave him a cool glance. “Jing Yuan, don't treat him like a pet.”
The fluffy-haired, white-haired boy hurriedly hid the snacks in his hands behind his back and stammered, “I understand, Master...”
The newly appointed Artisan Commission master jabbed him hard in the forehead. “Couldn't you ask for help? You idiot!”
A pampered group story about the Cloud Quintet, with a slightly Lovecraftian love interest!!!
The fictional historian makes a grand entrance!
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