Sun

Sun, the immortal mountain spirit born from a magical stone, roamed freely between heaven and earth until one day, when the cries of a group of pandas caught his attention. It was from them that he learned the existence of death. While confused by this sudden revelation, he was mistaken by the pandas for the deity of the mountain. In particular, a small panda named Li Li became infatuated with Sun and devoted his days to picking peaches for the Monkey King. But when a flash flood struck the panda village one day, Li Li was lost to the torrents while looking for peaches. Sun arrived too late, and despite the pleas of the other pandas, he did not have the ability to bring his friend back from the dead. It was then that Sun experienced loss for the first time. Unable to comprehend his grief, he fell into a deep slumber. Millennia passed, and many more would have passed by had Sun not been awakened by a battle between dragons. After slaying the Black Dragon and unknowingly saving the Cadia Riverlands, he asked the Silver Dragon about immortality and finding one's purpose. Instead of the answer he sought, the dragon gave him the name Sun and the task of being the guardian of the land. But what does that entail? Sun was once again lost in thought... Before the cataclysmic upheaval awoke him, he had been slumbering for millennia. In the depths of a long dream, he beheld majestic waterfalls in full splendor and hills adorned with blooming fauna. A small panda emerged from the verdant woods, calling out to him. Ultimately, all these visions converged into a single butterfly, soaring out of the confines of his slumbering reverie. He awoke to his true self now, a being born from the spiritual energy of the mountain, forming inside the rocks and forged over millennia. His domain stretched across the limitless expanse of creation, heaven and earth yielding to his whim, and his alone. But at the apogee of his revelry, he at last discerned a profound and unfamiliar emotion seeping into his existence. Perched upon a solitary branch, he gazed upon moonlit nights for ages, perplexed by the faintly discernible melancholy that wove its way through the very core of his heart like a delicate thread. "Great Monkey King! Look what I brought! I climbed to the highest peak and picked the most plump peaches!" He gazed down upon the bustling scene beneath the tree, and memories of that small figure, a small panda named Li Li, stirred within him. In the eternity of his existence, this moment marked a brief yet meaningful interlude. In those times, he roamed freely amid the sprawling mountains between heaven and earth. The mysteries of both his origin and ultimate destination eluded him, yet an unparalleled sense of freedom enveloped him. It was only when a mournful lament fell upon his ears that he was drawn to the black and white creatures, who were grieving because of something they called "death". What was this "death"? Intrigued by this mysterious entity, he cast a singl