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The Wolf of a Dark Age

Ren Lei is the fourth son of a minor noble family and the son of a concubine to boot. Being born a cripple, the only thing he has is beauty; beauty that caused him much suffering growing up in a house where no-one loved him. As if that wasn't enough, he was about to be sold off in a political marriage to a woman who had everything he didn't, the Princess of the Ether Cloud City, full of not only beauty but with immense talent in profound cultivation. Refusing to submit to his fate, as a final act of rebellion, in a desperate bit to retake what little control he had over his own life, he chooses to consume poison and commit suicide. However, the fates are not so kind to those that would try to change it. He survives but suffers from a strange condition that causes his soul to separate from his body. As he slowly loses the constrains of a physical body, he is forced to look at himself more closely and recognise who he truly is. Not only must he struggle against the destiny devised for him but also his true nature: a calamity whose howl will wipe the slate of an era clean, ushering in a new dark age. [Cover not owned by me, contact me if you want it taken down.]

1Sword2Peaks · Oriental
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Such was...

The soul was a fundamental part of a being. Once damaged, repairing it was virtually impossible. The best one could hope to do was use elixirs that were so rare that the total number in existence could be counted in two hands. But even if one managed to get their hands on it by some miracle, it wouldn't even be able to heal off all the damage. It would certainly help the soul reach some level of stability, but that was all. 

This was part of the reason that made soul cultivators so rare. Cultivation in any shape or form always posed a threat to the cultivator, be it in forms of heart demons, energy deviations, or simply an overexertion of one's profound energy, the long hands of death that cultivators so desperately ran away from were always trailing behind them, just out of reach but never out of sight. However, this danger was even more exaggerated for soul cultivators.