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. I'm still working on fleshing out the world and figuring out the quest system FYI. Hope you enjoy! Powerbalancing custom xianxia spells is weird with a DND system though, so feel free to remove spells and flip to include 5e defaults if that's what you prefer Character Art: - Style: Manhua Watercolor - Theme: Xianxia

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Red Lantern Watchpost

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(1336, -958)

Description

The district’s main guard station, where Crimson Dusk Cult enforcers—some masked, some marked by ritual scars—keep constant watch over the common folk. Patrols set out at dawn and dusk, enforcing curfews, resolving disputes, and dispensing discipline. Residents are summoned here for questioning or public scoldings, and neighbors quietly deliver accusations to avoid suspicion themselves. Even minor infractions draw swift, public reprimand. In this shadowed outpost, order is kept through fear and ritual.

Appearance

A sturdy, squat wooden hall painted with fresh crimson lacquer and cult emblems. Windchimes of bone and copper hang from the eaves, chiming warnings in the breeze. Inside, benches line the walls and lanterns cast stark light over the faces of trembling petitioners. Notice boards display cult edicts and names of the week’s offenders. The air is thick with incense and the sharp tang of discipline—a constant reminder of who truly rules the district.