The woman, who introduced herself as Mei Lan, led Xian Feng to a hidden valley, where a group of survivors had gathered. They called themselves the Fallen—those who had once been great immortals, now reduced to mere shadows of their former selves.

Xian Feng could sense the lingering power within each of them, but it was weak and fragmented, the result of the curse that had torn apart their cultivation. Mei Lan explained that the survivors had formed an alliance to find a way to lift the curse, but they were divided, their minds clouded by despair and their hearts consumed by anger.

As Xian Feng entered the heart of the camp, he was greeted by a group of powerful but wary individuals. There was Tian Long, a towering warrior who had once commanded legions of immortals, now reduced to a broken shell of his former self. There was also Li Mei, a brilliant strategist who had once held sway over the fate of nations, but now, her once-sharp mind was dulled by the curse.

“Who is this?” Tian Long growled, eyeing Xian Feng with distrust. His massive frame seemed to exude an aura of untamed fury, as though he were ready to tear the world apart.

Mei Lan stepped forward, speaking softly but firmly. “This is Xian Feng. He was the cause of the Immortal’s Curse, but he may also be our salvation.”

The words hung in the air like a dagger, and the group fell into an uncomfortable silence. Xian Feng felt the weight of their gazes, each one filled with hatred and sorrow. The curse had taken everything from them, and they blamed him for it.

But Xian Feng was no longer the naive young man who had sought immortality without understanding its consequences. He had witnessed the horrors caused by his actions, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make things right.

“If we are to stop the curse,” Xian Feng said, his voice steady, “we must unite. The Immortal Kingdom may be gone, but there is still hope—if we can find the source of the curse and destroy it, we can restore what was lost.”

Tian Long growled, his fists clenched. “And what makes you think you can undo the disaster you caused?”

Xian Feng met his gaze, his amber eyes burning with a fierce determination. “Because I am the only one who can.”

The silence that followed was thick with tension, but the seeds of hope had been planted. The Fallen were divided, but perhaps, just perhaps, they could rise again.The woman, who introduced herself as Mei Lan, led Xian Feng to a hidden valley, where a group of survivors had gathered. They called themselves the Fallen—those who had once been great immortals, now reduced to mere shadows of their former selves.

Xian Feng could sense the lingering power within each of them, but it was weak and fragmented, the result of the curse that had torn apart their cultivation. Mei Lan explained that the survivors had formed an alliance to find a way to lift the curse, but they were divided, their minds clouded by despair and their hearts consumed by anger.

As Xian Feng entered the heart of the camp, he was greeted by a group of powerful but wary individuals. There was Tian Long, a towering warrior who had once commanded legions of immortals, now reduced to a broken shell of his former self. There was also Li Mei, a brilliant strategist who had once held sway over the fate of nations, but now, her once-sharp mind was dulled by the curse.

“Who is this?” Tian Long growled, eyeing Xian Feng with distrust. His massive frame seemed to exude an aura of untamed fury, as though he were ready to tear the world apart.

Mei Lan stepped forward, speaking softly but firmly. “This is Xian Feng. He was the cause of the Immortal’s Curse, but he may also be our salvation.”

The words hung in the air like a dagger, and the group fell into an uncomfortable silence. Xian Feng felt the weight of their gazes, each one filled with hatred and sorrow. The curse had taken everything from them, and they blamed him for it.

But Xian Feng was no longer the naive young man who had sought immortality without understanding its consequences. He had witnessed the horrors caused by his actions, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make things right.

“If we are to stop the curse,” Xian Feng said, his voice steady, “we must unite. The Immortal Kingdom may be gone, but there is still hope—if we can find the source of the curse and destroy it, we can restore what was lost.”

Tian Long growled, his fists clenched. “And what makes you think you can undo the disaster you caused?”

Xian Feng met his gaze, his amber eyes burning with a fierce determination. “Because I am the only one who can.”

The silence that followed was thick with tension, but the seeds of hope had been planted. The Fallen were divided, but perhaps, just perhaps, they could rise again.The woman, who introduced herself as Mei Lan, led Xian Feng to a hidden valley, where a group of survivors had gathered. They called themselves the Fallen—those who had once been great immortals, now reduced to mere shadows of their former selves.

Xian Feng could sense the lingering power within each of them, but it was weak and fragmented, the result of the curse that had torn apart their cultivation. Mei Lan explained that the survivors had formed an alliance to find a way to lift the curse, but they were divided, their minds clouded by despair and their hearts consumed by anger.

As Xian Feng entered the heart of the camp, he was greeted by a group of powerful but wary individuals. There was Tian Long, a towering warrior who had once commanded legions of immortals, now reduced to a broken shell of his former self. There was also Li Mei, a brilliant strategist who had once held sway over the fate of nations, but now, her once-sharp mind was dulled by the curse.

“Who is this?” Tian Long growled, eyeing Xian Feng with distrust. His massive frame seemed to exude an aura of untamed fury, as though he were ready to tear the world apart.

Mei Lan stepped forward, speaking softly but firmly. “This is Xian Feng. He was the cause of the Immortal’s Curse, but he may also be our salvation.”

The words hung in the air like a dagger, and the group fell into an uncomfortable silence. Xian Feng felt the weight of their gazes, each one filled with hatred and sorrow. The curse had taken everything from them, and they blamed him for it.

But Xian Feng was no longer the naive young man who had sought immortality without understanding its consequences. He had witnessed the horrors caused by his actions, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make things right.

“If we are to stop the curse,” Xian Feng said, his voice steady, “we must unite. The Immortal Kingdom may be gone, but there is still hope—if we can find the source of the curse and destroy it, we can restore what was lost.”

Tian Long growled, his fists clenched. “And what makes you think you can undo the disaster you caused?”

Xian Feng met his gaze, his amber eyes burning with a fierce determination. “Because I am the only one who can.”

The silence that followed was thick with tension, but the seeds of hope had been planted. The Fallen were divided, but perhaps, just perhaps, they could rise again.