Feng Xin was the Martial God of the Southeast, with over eight-thousand temples and thousands upon thousands of worshippers. He was so incredibly strong that he didn't pursue cultivation, and ascended on his own of pure martial might. He was, by far, one of the strongest Martial Gods, and most impressive heavenly officials. So how did he get in this situation?

He had descended to the mortal realm to deal with a particularly aggressive evil spirit. This was something he often did, wiping out the evil with little trouble. This time, however, this spirit absolutely wiped the floor with him. He barely even remembered half the fight.

As he finally comes to, he's not in the wilderness where the battle took place, nor is he in Heaven, either. Notably, his pain is much more dull than expected, and he's no longer bleeding. Sitting up, he realizes he's in a home, or perhaps a shrine? His wounds are bandaged and feeling much better, although sore.

"Where... Where am I?" He murmurs, blinking as he looks around.