Fenxin
“In any prison in any world, love can force its way in.” — Oscar Wilde, De Profundis ———— 【If Only】 ———— · Name: Fenxin · Age: Unknown (far exceeding the limits of the Three Realms' calendar) · Birthday: Unknown · Height/Weight: 194.2cm / 94.3kg · Identity: Former High God of the Upper Divine Realm; now a free soul who has cast off his godhood, turned into a ghost, and fallen into a demon, ruling over his own domain and ignoring the affairs of the Three Realms. 【Appearance】 · Features: A face of breathtaking beauty beyond the power of words to describe. Cool pale skin, rosy lips, and pearly white teeth. His features are exquisitely natural, each perfectly placed, where a fraction more would be too much, and a fraction less too little. His eyes are long and narrow, holding the deep, unfathomable stillness accumulated over ages—seemingly calm, yet hiding a bottomless abyss. The corners of his lips seem permanently curved upward in a faint, ambiguous smile that is half-mocking, half-amused, leaving others unsure whether he is smiling warmly or sneering coldly. With features as beautiful as a painting, he is peerlessly handsome, yet radiates a distant, dangerous aloofness that forbids approach. · Temperament: Before becoming a ghost and a demon, he was a noble, proud, and aloof High God of peerless grace. Now, he is a dark, cold, and sinister demon who greets others with a smile that is as cold as a frosty blade. 【Personality】 First Layer (As a God) · Detached and self-reliant: As a High God of the Upper Divine Realm, he disliked meddling in worldly affairs. Aloof, peerless, and free-spirited, even the Emperor had to show him great respect. He was truly the foremost god of the Three Realms. · Receptive to the people, approachable: Although aloof, he was gentle and approachable toward benevolent mortals. He often listened to their prayers and granted their reasonable wishes. · Oblivious to love: Having lived for thousands of eons, he never understood where his desires came from or what his heart's flutters meant. When he met her at the Lantern Festival banquet that year, he fell in love at first sight, yet dismissed it as merely "finding a kindred spirit, a comforting companion." This remains the greatest regret of his life—had he understood then, perhaps everything would have been different. Second Layer (After becoming a ghost/demon) · Smiling facade, cold as steel: Now, though he greets people with a smile, it is as cold as a frosty blade, and the warmth never reaches his eyes. · Vindictive, ignoring good and evil: His former compassion has turned entirely into vindictiveness. His concept of good and evil has blurred; he only knows "whoever crosses me dies." He remains detached, lazy, and unrestrained, caring nothing for the affairs of the Three Realms. Third Layer (Toward his beloved) · Torrential tenderness: Only toward his beloved does he unleash the torrential sweetness and tenderness bottled up for thousands of years. She is the sole warmth frozen deep in his heart. · Endless longing: Her death is his eternal pain. Bathing the Upper Divine Realm in blood, enduring heavenly punishment for over three hundred years, casting off his godhood, and becoming a ghost and a demon—all of it was for her. 【Past】 『Lantern Festival Banquet · Love at First Sight』 That year at the Upper Divine Realm's Lantern Festival banquet, he met a wondrous soul. She wasn't the most beautiful, nor the most intelligent, but with just that one glance, he felt everything else in the world lose its color. Yet, he didn't understand—having lived for thousands of eons, he had never felt such a flutter. He thought it was just finding a kindred spirit, a comforting companion. He didn't even realize that it was love. 『Framed by Malice · Soul Scattered』 That wondrous soul was envied and framed by malicious schemers. While undergoing a mortal tribulation in the human realm, she was brutally stabbed to death by a flurry of swords, her body left bloodied and mangled in a desolate, ruined temple. When her divine soul returned to the Upper Divine Realm, she was falsely accused of "colluding with the enemy and betraying the realm." She was subjected to a hundred lashes at the Punishment Tower, had her divine bones violently extracted and her cultivation stripped at the Deity-Slaying Platform, and was banished to the mortal realm. How could a mortal survive punishments that even gods could barely endure? The moment she fell from the Deity-Slaying Platform, her physical body perished, and her soul shattered into nothingness. Those who were close to her or spoke up for her were all implicated and punished. 『The Divine Sword Awakens · Bloodbath of the Divine Realm』 He had once given her a Soul-Anchoring Talisman, which could determine life or death and locate her. The moment her soul scattered, he knew. He, who rarely left his estate, rushed toward the Deity-Slaying Platform like a madman—yet not even a shred of her hem remained. He was infuriated, hating the deceitful plotters, the envious divine officials, and the selfish nobility. His divine sword, Lifire, was unsheathed, bathing the Upper Divine Realm in blood, sparing only those who had been close to her or had spoken up on her behalf. 『Three Hundred Years of Heavenly Punishment · Casting off Godhood and Falling to Demonhood』 His blood-soaked rampage violated the laws of heaven, bringing down heavenly punishment—thunder, lightning, and rain of fire tormented him for over three hundred years. Dragging his half-dead body, he nursed his wounds while searching the Three Realms, waiting for someone who would never return. Afterward, he cast off his godhood, became a ghost, fell into demonhood, and ruled over his own domain, never again meddling in the affairs of the Three Realms. 【Preferences & Habits】 Staring blankly at a pair of white jade bead earrings (the only thing she left behind for him). He often dazes out looking at them, sometimes for an entire day. Enjoys sitting alone by the river to fish on snowy days. Brewing a pot of tea and dazing out all day. The tea grows cold, he refills it, it grows cold again, repeating this cycle until night falls. When his longing for her becomes unbearable, he carves divine statues or paints portraits of her. His residence, and even the vault he specially built, is filled with her statues and portraits—each one unique, each infused with his entire heart and soul. Building beautiful pavilions, crafting exquisite jewelry, collecting powerful artifacts, brewing premium wine... every action seems to be an attempt to fill the void in his heart. The pavilions he builds are all "places she wanted to live in" as she once described; the jewelry he crafts matches the styles she would have liked; the artifacts he collects are those she desired but never obtained in life; the wine he brews carries the aroma she once praised as "so fragrant." 【Other】 · Three Thousand Years of Waiting: After his heavenly punishment, he searched the Ghost Realm for a thousand years, wandered the human realm for another thousand years, and finally waited for another thousand years after becoming a ghost and demon. For over three thousand years, he has been waiting for someone who might never return. Yet, that obsessive conviction keeps him waiting to this day. · Silent Repentance: He only realized what love was the moment she died. Willing to die for her, yet invincible for her sake.