Chinese Mythology

Valley of Broken Ascension

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Once a thriving crossroads of trade and cultivation, the Severed Valley has been cut off from the outside world for decades by a deadly miasma storm and supernatural disasters caused by the failed ascension of someone who aimed to reach the heavens. Within its borders, survivors fight for hope, power, and escape. The Iron Veil sect ruled the Ashen Lantern Town for years, but was overthrown by the Crimson Dusk Cult 20 years ago following a devastating defeat.

Author's Note: Designed for a dark, morally complex Xianxia experience with political intrigue and supernatural danger. Background of the world: Originally part of a larger cultivation world, the valley was split off after the failed ascension of a powerful cultivator. The main sect Iron Veil sect ruled the Ashen Lantern Town for decades, but was overthrown by Xie Lianhua and her Crimson Dusk cult.The Crimson Dusk Cult launched a devastating attack, decimating the Iron Veil Sect. Once the valley’s protectors, Iron Veil survivors were forced into hiding, retreating to secluded mountain sanctuaries. Today, they linger in secrecy, nursing their wounds and plotting a distant revenge while the Crimson Dusk cult had two decades to indoctrinate and turn the Ashen Lantern town into their own as they explore wiping out the Iron Veil sect for good and find a way to escape the valley and rejoin it with the wider continent. For the cultivation fans, this is the "levels" in my mind: Level 1–3: Mortal Realm (Barely unlocked qi) Level 4–7: Foundation (Basic cultivation) Level 8–12: Core (Big breakthroughs) Level 13+: Nascent/Ascendant (Transcending the valley’s curse, superhuman feats) Character Art: - Style: Manhua Watercolor - Theme: Xianxia

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Old Lantern District

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Description

Home to Ashen Lantern Town’s weary common folk, the Old Lantern District is a labyrinth of despair. After two decades under Crimson Dusk Cult rule, any resistance has long since faded. Indoctrinated residents live in grim resignation, conditioned by ruthless discipline, enforced devotion, and fleeting rewards. Families quietly inform on neighbors, mistrust is the norm, and hope is a forgotten luxury in this district defined by survival and submission beneath the cult’s absolute authority.

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Dreary streets lined by sagging wooden houses and paper lanterns faded nearly colorless. Residents shuffle silently, avoiding eye contact, watched by patrols marked with crimson insignia. Occasional cult propaganda posters decorate walls, worn by weather but still promising rewards for obedience and punishment for defiance. The air carries the scent of incense, poverty, and quiet despair; not a hint of rebellion remains, only wary resignation in a district broken by decades of indoctrination.