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In the ancient lands inspired by historical Nepal, where gods are revered and empires rise and fall, Shree Yan emerges as a man burdened by tragedy and driven by vengeance. Once a kind-hearted boy, he is shaped into a cunning, ruthless seeker of power after witnessing the murder of his mother at the hands of the Gautam kingdom. Rejecting the gods, he instead embraces the teachings of Buddha and seeks to escape the illusionary world through the path of immortality.

Shree Yan's journey begins with his pursuit of forbidden cultivation techniques, each offering immense power at a devastating cost to his humanity. Along the way, he assembles a following, creating his own sect from outcasts and rebels disillusioned by the tyranny of the Gautam kingdom. However, his rise to power comes with betrayal and bloodshed, forcing him to walk a path where trust is fleeting and alliances are fragile.

Shidhara Gautami, the Gautam princess, remains an unwavering presence in Shree Yan's life. Despite his descent into darkness, she believes in the goodness that once defined him and desires to see him return to his childhood self. Her love and loyalty become a source of conflict for Shree Yan, as he questions whether he is capable of redemption or whether his destiny is to become the very thing he despises.

Opposing him are powerful enemies: King Rajendra Gautam, who sees Shree Yan as a threat to his throne; Arindam, a rival cultivator with a vision of power rooted in preservation; and Kaliyan, a dark sorcerer who seeks to bend Shree Yan to his will. These adversaries challenge Shree Yan not only in strength but in ideology, forcing him to confront the morality of his actions and the consequences of his ambition.

As Shree Yan ascends through the stages of cultivation—mastering the elements, shadows, souls, and even time itself—he is haunted by the growing cost of his power. His sect fractures under the weight of his ruthless decisions, and he faces betrayal by those he once trusted, including his former mentor, Kiran Gopal. Through all this, Shree Yan remains relentless, driven by his ultimate goal: to destroy the Gautam kingdom, avenge his mother, and transcend the illusionary world to achieve eternal life.

But as Shree Yan nears the peak of his power, he begins to question the meaning of his quest. Is immortality truly freedom, or is it a prison of loneliness and regret? In his pursuit of revenge and transcendence, has he become the very monster he once vowed to destroy?

Destiny of Immortality is a tale of ambition, betrayal, and the search for meaning in a world where power comes at a heavy price. It explores the duality of human nature, the fragility of trust, and the ultimate question: Is destiny something to be embraced or defied?

Destiny Of Immortality

A King's First Decree

The grand palace that once stood as the heart of the Gautam Kingdom was no more. In its place, a dark monolith of obsidian and ethereal fire rose, twisting into the sky like the roots of an ancient, demonic tree. The Black Lotus Throne—Shree Yan's domain.

Within its halls, a vast assembly of warlords, sect leaders, and fallen kings gathered. They had been summoned not by invitation, but by absolute command.

The air crackled with an unseen force as Shree Yan ascended his throne.

Clad in black robes embroidered with crimson sigils, he exuded an aura that was neither human nor divine. His very presence defied mortality.

"Speak," he commanded, his voice colder than the abyss.

A trembling elder from the Radiant Sky Sect stepped forward, his forehead drenched in sweat. "M-My Lord... What shall be the law of this new world?"

Shree Yan leaned forward, his crimson eyes gleaming.

"Strength is law. Those who are weak shall perish. Those who defy shall be erased."

Then, a voice—bold yet foolish—rose among the kneeling figures.

The words belonged to Devendra, once a high-ranking general of the Gautam Kingdom, his spirit still burning with defiance. "You are merely a tyrant who—"

A single flicker of Shree Yan's fingers.

Devendra's body shattered.

Not a scream. Not a sound. Just dust carried away by the cold wind.

"The first and last to challenge me," Shree Yan whispered, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

The surviving rulers and sect leaders bowed lower, their knees pressing against the cold obsidian floor.

"Now, let us begin."

The Age of the Immortal King had begun.