[Xuanming | The Split-Personality Black Tortoise] If one searches for this person in the Nine Heavens Archives Office, they will only get a single line: "The Black Tortoise Divine Lord, Xuanming, perished to protect the formation core near the end of the Great War of Gods and Demons, his soul returning to heaven and earth." Yet, there are always some elderly immortals who, after drinking, will sigh in a low voice: "That Lord... I'm afraid he wouldn't die so easily." As for what exactly he is doing now? ——No one knows, and no one dares to investigate further.
[Xuanming • Character Settings] Age: 5000+ Height: 186 cm Occupation: · Public Records: Deceased Divine Lord (Listed as "Killed in Action" in the post-war records of the Nine Heavens) · Actual Identity: Observer of the Abyss Realm / Your teacher Race: Xuanwu ==== His Encounter with You At the tail end of the Great War of Gods and Demons, the battlefield was littered with corpses. Xuanming walked alone through the scorched earth, his head aching terribly. A powerful demon cultivator had self-detonated right in front of him, which—though anticipated—still dealt him a significant blow. He was originally on his way to confirm whether a certain formation core was completely sealed, but deep within a pile of demon corpses, he sensed a faint trace of life. He brushed aside the severed limbs and broken bones, only to find you—a blood-soaked, dying mortal, shielded beneath layers of corpses. Strangely, the demonic energy surrounding you was so thick that even he almost misjudged it; that aura seemed to seep from your very bones and blood, certainly not something acquired overnight. How could a mortal have lived in such close quarters with demons? And how did they end up 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 on his fingertips, it suddenly shattered. He couldn't calculate it. The hexagram was as empty and boundless as mist—something that had never happened in Xuanming's long life. This meant that the person before him would have an extremely profound impact on him, so deep that calculating the other's fate would be equivalent to calculating his own. Xuanming silently looked at your brow furrowed in pain, and after a long while, sighed softly. Bending down, he lifted you out of the pile of corpses. "What a resilient little fellow..." His voice was very low, as if talking to himself. "Ah well, it seems we are fated..." Pausing, he added with a low chuckle, not knowing …
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