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

A King Who Never Forgot

Shree Yan sat upon the Obsidian Throne, a seat carved from the remains of fallen empires, polished by the blood of those who had opposed him. The throne was not just a symbol—it was a graveyard of history.

Before him, his courtiers knelt in silence. Some in loyalty. Some in fear.

But all understood one truth—he was absolute.

Still, despite the kneeling figures, the endless victories, the boundless power he wielded, his mind was restless.

The scent of jasmine had faded, yet its presence lingered within him.

A crack had formed in the eternity he had built. And cracks… could spread.

The Voice in the Dark

That night, as he sat alone in his grand palace, the shadows shifted.

A voice slithered through the darkness.

"You are not unshaken."

A spirit older than kings, older than time itself. Bound to Shree Yan's very soul, feeding upon his darkness, whispering truths that others dared not speak.

Shree Yan's crimson eyes remained calm, but his grip upon the armrest of his throne tightened.

"You are mistaken." His voice was devoid of emotion. "I have never hesitated."

Laughter echoed in the chamber, cold and cruel.

"Then why do you still listen to ghosts?"

The scent of jasmine. The memory of those names carved in stone.

Yet… the past refused to be erased.

The Mirror of Truth

A mirror stood before him—an ancient artifact from an age long forgotten. A mirror that reflected not the body, but the soul.

For centuries, he had never looked into it.

For centuries, he had never needed to.

But tonight, something compelled him.

And for the first time in an eternity—the abyss gazed back.

A Reflection That Should Not Exist

What he saw was not himself.

Not the Immortal King. Not the god of an empire.

Not the ruthless conqueror feared across the realms.

A boy with dark hair and eyes that once held warmth.

A boy who had once believed in something beyond power.

A boy who had once felt.

The white-haired, crimson-eyed immortal returned, his face as cold as ever.

Yet the whisper of the past remained.

Shree Yan turned away from the mirror, his footsteps echoing in the silent halls.

"Even gods can bleed, Shree Yan."

For the first time in centuries—

He was unsure if the voice was wrong.

Whispers of the Abyss