Truth is fractured. What urges a person is the small fragment they carry of it, believing it is whole.

My family disowned me, and I - the genius cultivator of a generation - was banished from the Falling Star Sect. Make no mistake. No one but I was to blame for the plight I brought upon myself.

After being cast out, there was nowhere left for me to go. I applied for a license from the Guild of Independent Cultivators, but I was rejected every time I tried. It seemed the world had no need for a person like me. I thought it was the end.

Until I met Mei. The runaway girl in whom I sought refuge - an escape from the past. She was a crutch that kept me going, but our journey together was one far too short.

The girl left behind a legacy, although she'd never intended for it. Her life shaped the course of the world more than any emperor could ever dream of, in ways the immortal could never fathom. In the shadow of her history was I. A boy without a cause. Lost, save for that one vow he swore to himself when he stood at the abyss of his life.

This is the story of where that vow has led me, and how it first came to be. It begins the day before I met her.

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- An epic xianxia story with lofty ambitions.

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- Chapters average out on 2k+ words, sometimes varying in length.