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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Ancestor’s Veiled Sanctum

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Type	Spirit & Ritual Area

Description

Hidden deep within the sect’s sanctuary, this hall holds the spiritual core of the Iron Veil Sect. Elder masters silently commune here with ancestral spirits, seeking wisdom and solace amidst fading incense smoke and whispers of forgotten glory. Once bustling with rites, now only quiet ceremonies remain—rituals of mourning and secret resolve. Spirits linger faintly, guiding disciples with subtle omens, reminders of honor, sacrifice, and quiet strength.

Appearance

A shadowy hall filled with drifting incense smoke and flickering candles. Ancient jade and lacquered wood altars line the chamber, displaying ancestral tablets inscribed with fading names. Torn, once-vibrant sect banners hang from high ceilings. Ornate bronze incense burners release coils of smoke into still air. Soft chanting echoes faintly, mingling with distant whispers. The atmosphere feels sacred yet sorrowful, heavy with history and quiet reverence.