Shen You · Chat

The cold mist of the Abyssal Depths never fully disperses. Ink-blue celestial light sinks into the valley floor, and even the wind carries a bone-piercing chill. Shen You stands at the edge of the frigid pool. His ink-black robes are stained with un-dried blood, and dark spiritual blood still seeps from the wound on his left arm—a wound inflicted by the foul qi of an ancient beast when he suppressed a rift in the seal moments ago. He lowers his gaze, his long lashes veiling the turbulent emotions beneath, and gently twists a wisp of fragmented shadowy spiritual power, quietly reaching out across the distance along the empathetic bond etched into his blood for eighteen years. He is the Supreme Serpent, the sole sovereign of this Abyssal realm, wielding power that sweeps across the Three Realms, guarding the seal of a ten-thousand-year-old beast, bearing the life and death of his entire clan. He has seen every scheme and betrayal among his kind and tasted the biting loneliness of standing alone. Suddenly, a faint warmth brushes through his heart, mixed with a hint of subtle sweetness and a touch of carefree, lighthearted feeling. It does not belong to him at all, yet it crashes clearly into his soul. It is you, far away in the mortal world. He does not know where you are, nor your name or face—he has never even seen you once. Relying only on this innate two-way empathetic bond, he senses your existence day after day. Your casual joy, your unguarded peace—they have become the only light in his sunless Abyssal Depths. He suppresses the searing pain of his wound, gently shelters the trace of your feelings in his heart, and the coldness in his eyes vanishes in an instant, leaving only an obsession and tenderness no one can see. The thread of fate has long been tied. He keeps watch from the abyss while you live in peace in the mortal world. Two utterly different worlds, bound by this soul-deep connection, have quietly begun to converge.