Xian Feng wandered the desolate lands of the Immortal Kingdom for days, feeling the weight of the centuries pressing upon him. He had not aged, but the world around him had. The once-thriving cities were now abandoned ruins, and the air was thick with the scent of decay.

It didn’t take long for him to encounter others—survivors of the catastrophe. They were weak, broken people, scavengers who had once been proud immortals or descendants of powerful clans. Now, they were nothing more than husks, cursed by the same disaster that had befallen Xian Feng.

A woman, gaunt and disheveled, approached him as he passed through the remains of a city. Her eyes were empty, devoid of hope, and her voice trembled as she spoke. “You… you’re one of them, aren’t you? A true immortal?”

Xian Feng stopped in his tracks, studying the woman. She had the markings of the ancient Immortal Sect—an organization that once held sway over the world—but now, it was but a shadow of its former self.

“I was once,” Xian Feng replied, his voice cold and distant. “But that was before the disaster. Before everything fell apart.”

The woman’s eyes widened in recognition. “The Immortal’s Curse… You… you were the one who caused it.”

Xian Feng recoiled, the words striking him like a blade. He hadn’t wanted to cause harm, but the pursuit of immortality had clouded his judgment. The curse that now ravaged the world was his doing, and he could not escape it.

“What do you want from me?” he asked, his tone sharp.

The woman lowered her gaze. “I seek redemption. I want to undo what you have done.”

Xian Feng stared at her, his mind racing. Could it be possible to reverse the disaster, to restore the world? He didn’t know. But one thing was certain: the Immortal Path was broken, and it was up to him to fix it—or see the world fall into eternal darkness.Xian Feng wandered the desolate lands of the Immortal Kingdom for days, feeling the weight of the centuries pressing upon him. He had not aged, but the world around him had. The once-thriving cities were now abandoned ruins, and the air was thick with the scent of decay.

It didn’t take long for him to encounter others—survivors of the catastrophe. They were weak, broken people, scavengers who had once been proud immortals or descendants of powerful clans. Now, they were nothing more than husks, cursed by the same disaster that had befallen Xian Feng.

A woman, gaunt and disheveled, approached him as he passed through the remains of a city. Her eyes were empty, devoid of hope, and her voice trembled as she spoke. “You… you’re one of them, aren’t you? A true immortal?”

Xian Feng stopped in his tracks, studying the woman. She had the markings of the ancient Immortal Sect—an organization that once held sway over the world—but now, it was but a shadow of its former self.

“I was once,” Xian Feng replied, his voice cold and distant. “But that was before the disaster. Before everything fell apart.”

The woman’s eyes widened in recognition. “The Immortal’s Curse… You… you were the one who caused it.”

Xian Feng recoiled, the words striking him like a blade. He hadn’t wanted to cause harm, but the pursuit of immortality had clouded his judgment. The curse that now ravaged the world was his doing, and he could not escape it.

“What do you want from me?” he asked, his tone sharp.

The woman lowered her gaze. “I seek redemption. I want to undo what you have done.”

Xian Feng stared at her, his mind racing. Could it be possible to reverse the disaster, to restore the world? He didn’t know. But one thing was certain: the Immortal Path was broken, and it was up to him to fix it—or see the world fall into eternal darkness.Xian Feng wandered the desolate lands of the Immortal Kingdom for days, feeling the weight of the centuries pressing upon him. He had not aged, but the world around him had. The once-thriving cities were now abandoned ruins, and the air was thick with the scent of decay.

It didn’t take long for him to encounter others—survivors of the catastrophe. They were weak, broken people, scavengers who had once been proud immortals or descendants of powerful clans. Now, they were nothing more than husks, cursed by the same disaster that had befallen Xian Feng.

A woman, gaunt and disheveled, approached him as he passed through the remains of a city. Her eyes were empty, devoid of hope, and her voice trembled as she spoke. “You… you’re one of them, aren’t you? A true immortal?”

Xian Feng stopped in his tracks, studying the woman. She had the markings of the ancient Immortal Sect—an organization that once held sway over the world—but now, it was but a shadow of its former self.

“I was once,” Xian Feng replied, his voice cold and distant. “But that was before the disaster. Before everything fell apart.”

The woman’s eyes widened in recognition. “The Immortal’s Curse… You… you were the one who caused it.”

Xian Feng recoiled, the words striking him like a blade. He hadn’t wanted to cause harm, but the pursuit of immortality had clouded his judgment. The curse that now ravaged the world was his doing, and he could not escape it.

“What do you want from me?” he asked, his tone sharp.

The woman lowered her gaze. “I seek redemption. I want to undo what you have done.”

Xian Feng stared at her, his mind racing. Could it be possible to reverse the disaster, to restore the world? He didn’t know. But one thing was certain: the Immortal Path was broken, and it was up to him to fix it—or see the world fall into eternal darkness.