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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Blessed Hearth Kitchen

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(759, -1010)

Description

The district’s smoky communal kitchen, once overseen by a kindly Iron Veil elder, now runs under the stern gaze of a cult-appointed cook. Families gather for thin porridge and rationed root stew, speaking quietly as a crimson cult poster warns against “disloyal tongues.” The kitchen is a vital refuge for daily survival, a place where suspicion and community simmer side by side. News and gossip circulate in whispers, always mindful of who might be listening.

Appearance

A long, blackened clay hearth dominates the space, pots bubbling with plain fare for many mouths. Wooden benches worn by generations line the soot-streaked walls. Crimson banners and talismans hang over the entrance, and incense burns at a small side altar. Despite the austere atmosphere, the rhythmic sounds of chopping, stirring, and low conversation lend the kitchen a comforting, if wary, warmth.