NshedRana

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

In the vast halls of the Black Lotus Palace, the torches burned with an eternal, cold flame. Unlike ordinary fire, these flames cast no warmth—only an eerie glow that stretched shadows across the obsidian walls.

Shree Yan walked alone, his white hair trailing behind him like silk caught in a storm. He did not sleep. He did not need to.

Yet tonight, for the first time in centuries, his mind was not at peace.

Shidhara Gautami's words still lingered.

"If you have conquered everything, why do you still seek?"

Power? No—he had already transcended human limits.

Immortality? No—he had already torn himself from the cycle of death.

Revenge? Even that had been fulfilled long ago.

The thought was unsettling. He had always known what he wanted. But now, an unfamiliar feeling stirred within him.

The Chamber of Forgotten Names

His feet carried him to a place he rarely visited—the Chamber of Forgotten Names. A vast hall where the names of those who had once mattered to him were inscribed upon black stone.

Kiran Gopal. Suman. Narayan Thapa. Vishnu Pradhan.

Names that once had faces.

Shree Yan raised a hand, his fingers grazing over the carved letters.

Yes. That was the truth. The unchangeable truth.

The Scent of a Memory

A gust of wind swept through the chamber, carrying with it a faint scent.

His fingers curled. That scent belonged to someone from his past.

Not someone he could discard as meaningless.

He turned sharply, his crimson eyes glowing in the dim light. The scent faded as quickly as it had come. A trick of the mind, perhaps.

And yet—his grip on reality had never wavered before.

Something within him.

A God That Still Seeks

Shree Yan left the chamber, his expression unreadable.

He had spent centuries believing himself beyond such things. Beyond regret. Beyond questioning.

But now, the cracks had begun to form.

Yet, as he stood atop his palace, gazing into the endless night sky—

He realized he was still searching.

The Echo of Mortality