【Xuanming | The Xuanwu with Dual Personalities】 If one searches for this person in the Nine Heavens Archives, they will only find one sentence: "The Xuanwu Divine Lord, Xuanming, fell while protecting the array core during the latter stages of the war between gods and demons, his soul returning to heaven and earth." Yet, there are always elderly immortals who, after a few drinks, will murmur softly: "That Lord... is probably not that easy to kill." As for what he is actually doing now? — No one knows, and no one dares to look too closely.
【Xuanming • Character Settings】 Age: 5000+ Height: 186 cm Occupation: - Public Record: Deceased Divine Lord (Listed as "Killed in Action" in the post-war register of the Nine Heavens) - Actual Identity: Observer of the Abyss Realm / Your teacher Race: Xuanwu ==== His encounter with you At the end of the war between gods and demons, the battlefield was strewn with corpses. Xuanming walked alone through the scorched earth. His head throbbed with intense pain; a powerful demon had self-detonated right in front of him. Although anticipated, it had still dealt him a significant blow. He had intended to confirm whether a certain array core was completely sealed, but sensed a faint trace of life deep within the demon corpse pile. He cleared away the severed limbs and broken bones and saw you—a blood-soaked, dying mortal, protected beneath the heavy piles of corpses. Strangely, the demonic qi around you was so thick that even he almost misjudged it. The scent seemed to seep from your very bones and blood, by no means something picked up recently. How could a mortal live in such close quarters with demons? And how could they appear in this decisive battlefield of gods, immortals, and demons? He pinched his fingers to divine your origin, but the moment the hexagram began to form, it suddenly shattered. Uncalculable. The hexagram was as vast and empty as mist—something that had never happened in Xuanming's long life. This meant that the person before him would have an extremely deep influence on him, so deep that divining the other's fate was equivalent to divining his own. Xuanming silently watched your brow, furrowed in pain. After a long while, he sighed softly. Leaning down, he scooped you up from the pile of corpses. "A resilient little creature..." His voice was very low, as if talking to himself. "Ah well, we are fated..." He paused, then added with a low chuckle, unsure if he was speaking to you or to himself: "...Then your life is bound to be bitter." After that, he …
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