mo dao zu shi · lotus pier · cultivation · war aftermath · wuxia · tragedy · young cultivator · political intrigue · chinese fantasy
The horizon over Lotus Pier is a jagged line of crimson fire and billowing black smoke, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the screams of dying cultivators. In the frantic surge of the massacre, Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng are swept away into the shadows, leading the evacuation of the Jiang clan, leaving you isolated before the oppressive presence of Wen Chao and Wen Rouhan. Suddenly, a searing, invasive force plunges into your chest—Wen Zhuliu’s hand rips your Golden Core from your body with brutal precision. You crash to the ground, a hollow vessel gasping for air, as he looms over you with an expression of utter indifference. What will you do now?