Level Stats
| ATK | 510 |
|---|---|
| ATK | 41.3% |
English
Radiance on the Water
Increases Elemental Mastery by 52 for 12s after Elemental Skill use. Max 2 stacks, and each stack's duration is independent of the others.
Users — Sword
Lore
The story begins in our protagonist's youth, long before he was revered as the founder of Qimen Divination, and long before the name "Wind Reader" was known to the world. Back then, he was a mere vagabond wandering the streets, plucking talismans from the air and pouring wine to lay esoteric formations. And through endless banquets and revelry, he earned a name for unbridled boldness. He prided himself on having seen through the cold indifference of the world, viewing the ultimate truths of creation as mere playthings at his fingertips. With his peerless genius, he thought, he was meant to wander the mortal realm aloof while looking upon all its joys and sorrows from afar. So it was that the young thaumaturge drifted across the lands, answering to nothing but his own whims, untethered by notions of good and evil. He did as he pleased, whether it was stealing the bronze mirror of the Two Sages of Lianshan or striking down the bandits who terrorized the hills. This went on until one night when the shrieks of shadow phantasms shattered the peace of a certain mountain village. The young vagabond, who happened to be passing through, summoned wind and rain, thunder and lightning with a casual flick of his wrist, burning the evil spirits to ash. Thus, he slew every demon in his path, and true to his unbridled nature, he proceeded to mock and tease the very villagers he had just saved. But even before the lingering thunder could fade, a sudden flash of silver light descended. Streams of celestial radiance woven into ten thousand jade feathers spilled across the sky, And from the glow, a striking maiden as graceful as a divine swallow appeared, her clear eyes piercing his frivolity. It was the swallow adeptus, later revered as one of the Three Beasts of Tao Dou, and she lamented the youth's squandering of his gifts. Though blessed with a divine foresight capable of calculating the ultimate truths of creation, he had treated it as nothing more than a toy with which to mock the mortal realm. Never before had the arrogant youth suffered such an insult. Drawing his sword, he pointed its tip straight at the high and mighty immortal figure... "Ha! Do you truly think I fear you? Listen well: I was born proud and untamed, and I have roamed the world through ten long frosts. With neither father nor mother, bound by no ties, I have wine, I have flowers, and I have the gleam of my sword. By night, my talisman fire blazes, burning to the stars, a hundred leagues of springtime wind captured in my jar. Name Qimen no false or lesser path, nor mock my sacred vow, for I cultivate the supreme law that rules the cosmos now. Among the blooms I forge my Core, in dreams my true fire gleams. Tipsy with drink, I command the thunder gods, and tease immortal queens. Should I unleash but a fraction of my powers, the Seven Heavens and Four Holy Ones would reel in distress. With a whisper of cosmic pitch and a few paper wards drawn in water, the Jueyun Adepti would feel their very souls shatter! Fair maidens are but cauldrons for my art, and pleasure houses my sacred shrines. Deep in silk-draped chambers, I curse the fleeting dawn; my jade flute rings clear, stirring gale and tempest night. Should you dare block my path, I care not that you are an old hag with graying hair — I will rip out your souls and spirits, bound within my flame, and forge your flesh to gold inside my cauldron's furnace frame!" "Are you done talking?" Her words were quiet, like silver moonlight. Yet, behind them crashed an immortal might that could shatter clouds and split the heavens. Then came the storm of talisman and blade. For all his boast of peerless genius, the young thaumaturge eventually crumbled before the brilliant splendor of the jade feather. Pinned beneath her foot like a beast in a pit, a fire he had never known blazed up in his eyes. Yet the immortal, her silver feathers gleaming like jade, did not flare with rage as he had expected. Instead, she lifted him to his feet... "If your heart's true aim is to do good, why wallow in the squalor of the outlaws? Come, walk the wanderer's path with me. The world is far bigger, and more wondrous, than the mundane sights you have seen." "Why put on this soft act now, you old hag? I am a proud practitioner of the great way, and my hands command the lightning and the thunder, and even devour the stars and the moon! Did you really think that I would ever bow as your servant?" But for all his vicious spatting, the arrogant youth made no move to leave, Not because he had suffered another beating again for calling the immortal "old hag," But because in those cold eyes, he saw a tenderness he had not felt in a long, long time. It felt like a mother's warm embrace as told in the ancient texts, or perhaps... ... "Or perhaps...?" She asked with curious eyes, bathed in the flickering light of the silver lamp. Many years had passed since then. Given his nature, the founder of Qimen Divination should have laughed the question off with some clever, silver-tongued charm. Instead, he found his throat suddenly tight. For all the thousands of words at his command, he could not scrape together a single line of banter. The dim lamp had burned out by the time he came to. Only the untouched wine on his desk and a lingering spirit had remained to keep him company. It's that dream again, he thought. Another year had come and gone, bringing with it the full moon, yet still she had not returned. Then he would keep waiting in his dreams. He would wait on like this and one day... surely, one day...