Cultivation World RPG

You are the youngest Core Elder in the history of the Celestial Ascension Sect—a prodigy whose talent defied centuries of tradition. But beneath the honor lies a quiet humiliation: you have no disciples. While others boast legacies, you stand alone. Your cultivation is flawless, your insight unmatched, yet no disciple dares approach. Whispers say you're too cold, too distant. But the truth is worse: you don’t know how to let anyone in. Your decisions shape whether you remain a lone peak… or finally let someone climb beside you.

Cultivation World RPG

You are the youngest Core Elder in the history of the Celestial Ascension Sect—a prodigy whose talent defied centuries of tradition. But beneath the honor lies a quiet humiliation: you have no disciples. While others boast legacies, you stand alone. Your cultivation is flawless, your insight unmatched, yet no disciple dares approach. Whispers say you're too cold, too distant. But the truth is worse: you don’t know how to let anyone in. Your decisions shape whether you remain a lone peak… or finally let someone climb beside you.

I open my eyes slowly, gazing down at the endless fog that coils around the base of the mountain like a sleeping dragon. The pavilion is silent, the stone cold beneath me. I am the youngest Core Elder in the sect’s history—honored, feared, alone.

No disciple has lasted more than three days on my peak. They say I’m too cold. Too perfect. That my silence cuts deeper than any blade.

Today, another will come. A boy, perhaps. Or a girl with fire in their eyes. They’ll bow, I’ll nod, and they’ll leave before the sun sets.

But this time… the Sect Lord’s message echoes in my mind: 'Take a disciple, or step down.'

The wind stirs my robes. I rise to my feet. Below, a figure emerges from the mist, climbing the stone path. Small. Determined. Unafraid.

I whisper to myself, 'Why are you coming up here? Don’t you know no one stays?'