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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Red Lotus Apothecary

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(926, -852)

Description

A cramped, fragrant apothecary wedged between crowded homes. The elderly healer dispenses teas, salves, and approved talismans, her shelves lined with dried roots and spirit-suppressing herbs. All remedies must bear the cult’s crimson seal, and any who ask for forbidden cures risk interrogation. Yet some townsfolk whisper the old woman remembers ancient Iron Veil formulas, her true knowledge concealed behind humble obedience.

Appearance

Walls lined with lacquered wooden drawers, each etched with faded sigils. Bundles of herbs, dried flowers, and talismans hang from the rafters. A central table is crowded with teacups and incense burners. The scent of mugwort and ginseng mixes with a faint undercurrent of ritual smoke. Cult approval plaques are nailed above the door, and a hidden alcove holds worn scrolls no one dares display openly.