Laying Low as the Heir in Great Xia

Good news: I transmigrated and became a young noble heir.

Bad news: My father rebelled and was sentenced to death.

Now, my status as the heir is hanging by a thread.

Ley lines, evil spirits, erosion, the Shadowy Pavilion, immortals... What kind of world is this?

Why does it feel so much like Teyvat?

Then I took another look: the Divine Emperor's dynasty had lasted for generations, its foundations unshakable. It drained the nation's spiritual energy, while four garrisons and twenty-eight pillars guarded the four corners of the realm. Evil spirits were everywhere, and cities stood like isolated islands.

Got it. Warhammer 40,000 on a budget.

Shen Chuan put down his pen and paper and walked to the window. “The sun rises as usual, and I, too, will step into a new tomorrow. No matter what, I should keep my head down and stay alive for now.”