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

Darkness wrapped around Tara like a second skin. The sigil Bhairav carved into her forehead burned with an unnatural heat.

Pain? No. This was something else—a transformation.

Her heartbeat slowed. Her senses sharpened.

She could hear the whispers of the dead.

She could see the abyss stretching before her.

Bhairav's hollow gaze met hers. "The power you seek will cost you everything."

Tara clenched her fists. Everything had already been taken from her.

Bhairav's grin was a sliver of darkness. "Offer your past."

Tara gasped as memories surged forward—her childhood, her laughter, the warmth of her mother's embrace.

One by one, the images burned away.

The Tara who fought for her people? Gone.

The Tara who believed in hope? Destroyed.

What remained was only a vessel for vengeance.

Meanwhile—In the Palace of the Immortal King

Shree Yan stood atop the grand balcony, overlooking his vast dominion. Below, thousands of warriors knelt in his presence.

A messenger approached, trembling. "Your Majesty… the rebels have been annihilated. The girl, Tara, is—"

Shree Yan raised a hand. His crimson eyes gleamed.

Shree Yan smirked. "A storm does not end in silence. It prepares to strike again."

Shree Yan turned his gaze toward the horizon.

And when she returned—he would be waiting.

The Price of Power