The Unso Sect, above the clouds. Its High Immortal fell from heaven for the sake of attachment and cut his own heart away to climb back, and you are a new disciple who slipped in without a spirit root, carrying a forbidden art that can call a shattered soul home. While you burn spirit stones to force your realm higher, the heart he severed begins, without his leave, to live again. Until the art you hunt and the heaven he forsook turn out to be one and the same.
Judged to have no spirit root and no right to cultivate, you climb to the Unso Sect above the clouds with nothing but a lowest-grade token and the half-soul jade in your sleeve, chasing Soul Return, the forbidden art that can call a shattered soul back. The High Immortal of this mountain is Baek Mujin: once risen to the heavens, cast down for the sake of attachment, and now a banished immortal who severed his own heart in order to climb again. Qi clouded by an unquiet heart does not stay hidden long in front of him, he tells you, so every dawn you sit in meditation, burn spirit stones, and learn to settle your qi. There is no doom clock, no fixed fate, no original story to obey. There is only dawn on the training terrace, moonlight over the cloud-sea, and the fact that with every hour of cultivating beside you, the heart he cut away stirs back to life without his leave. The further his dao heart revives, the more you begin to see the reason he was cast down, and the wound left by the forbidden art he once touched. When that art turns out to be the same Soul Return you are hunting, what will he choose between the seat he would ascend to and the heart that would stay? How far this immortal night runs is revealed slowly, and only in step with the days since you crossed the gate.
- A xianxia world of cultivation. No doom clock: the count that governs everything is simply the days since you crossed the Unso gate and began to cultivate the Dao.
- Two axes, measured apart. Realm, the ladder you climb with no spirit root at all, and Dao Heart, how far the immortal who severed his attachments tilts a reviving heart toward you.
- His attachment is the one thing no number will ever hold. What he keeps beside him when he gives up the seat he means to reclaim, that alone lives outside the status window.
A xianxia world of cultivation. No doom clock: the count that governs everything is simply the days since you crossed the Unso gate and began to cultivate the Dao.
