At thirteen, Wei Ying creates an array he calls 'Time Reversal' which he uses to save Jiang Cheng from drowning. At fifteen, he dies in a tragic accident. Two years after that, Wen Ruohan has overcome the Nie-Lan-Jiang rebellion. The small clans as...
I've decided to switch up a bit. I'm going to use the pinyin of places and some items instead of an English translation. For your reference:
Nightless City Buyetian Cheng Cloud Recesses Yunshen Buzhichu Lotus Pier Lianhua Wu The Impure Realm Bujing Shi Emperor's Smile Tianzǐ Xiao
Trigger Warning: This is a time travel type of book where the time travel occurs in attempts to keep WY alive. People die. Lots of people die. Main characters die. Over and over until LWJ finds a way to keep them alive. It will have a happy ending, I promise, but it's not going to be pretty. The first few chapters are kinda gruesome. Most deaths occur off screen, but there are a few that happen right in front of you. If this is something you don't enjoy reading or prefer to not read at this time, please hit the back button now. I'd rather you not read it than read and get upset.
This is the only trigger warning I will give. So please read only if this is something you might enjoy.
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Considering they were in Buyetian Cheng, the dungeons were surprisingly cold. Or perhaps it was because they were quite literally starving to death, especially Jiang Yanli, whose jindan was so weak she was as helpless as a mortal. Mortal. he admonished himself. We used to call ourselves immortals.Yet here we are. 'Immortals' who have been sentenced to death. He turned away from his cellmates who were, perhaps not eagerly, but at least hungrily, gulping down their one bowl of food for the day: a watery porridge wriggling with meal worms or maggots or something equally unappetizing for protein.
Overwhelming hunger and the desire to live could overcome even the harshest nausea induced by the most disgusting food. They'd managed to capture a few rats and eaten them raw. Even his fellow Lan eagerly slurped up what little bone marrow they could suck out. Hunger could make the most pure of men turn into ravening beasts.
They wouldn't live, though. None of them would. Death might not be literally standing outside the cell; it certainly was there figuratively.
He was looking out the barred window blankly, not seeing the desiccated remains of the Qinghe Nie sect swaying in their metal cages. Wen Xu had been particularly brutal with them; those sect members who had not immediately sworn fealty to the Qishan Wen, had been strung up in cages and left to rot. After a month, those still alive had been disemboweled and left to be eaten alive by specially bred carrion birds.
He could hear the Jiang siblings talking quietly now. Praying, perhaps, for leniency. There would be no mercy except for the one hopefully found in death. Perhaps they were praying for a quick death. Wen Xu and his father had tired of watching Nie Mingjue staring defiantly at them, day after day, from his cage. It wasn't fun or exciting to watch a man who had practiced inedia just sit in his cramped cage and glare.
It hadn't been fun or exciting to watch the younger brother, Nie Huaisang, die slowly, complaining to the very last that he was thirsty, either.
So the minor clans that followed after the Qinghe Nie were decimated by beheading or hanging or being thrown into a pit, their jindans burned from their lower dantians, forced to fight fierce corpses or wild animals or something like that. The guards would occasionally tell stories of how their comrades in arms had died for the glory of the Qishan Wen and Xiandu.
