The wind whispered softly over the cliffs of the Forgotten Kingdom, a mythical realm lost between dimensions, where time itself seemed frozen. Jiang Mo, a man once feared and revered, stood at the edge of a precipice, gazing at the endless sea of clouds stretching before him. His silhouette, though upright and commanding, bore the weight of centuriesācenturies of battles, sacrifices, and choices laden with consequence.
From a young age, Jiang Mo had embarked on the arduous path of cultivation. He had ascended through its ranks, breaking barriers that few dared to confront. The relentless pursuit of power, legendary artifacts, and the obsession with immortality had driven him to heights few could imagine. But now, it all felt hollow. Immortality, far from being a blessing, had become his prison.
His eyes, calm and reflective, lingered on the abyss. In this forgotten realm, those seeking to escape the endless cycle of cultivation came to relinquish their immortal existence. But the cost was steep: one had to face trials that laid bare the very essence of the soul.
With a final, quiet sigh, Jiang Mo stepped forward, plunging into the void.
As he fell, the air around him warped and shimmered. The clouds parted, revealing a colossal ancient gate etched with glowing runes. The gate swung open, pulling him into a swirling vortex of energy.
The journey toward redemption had begun.