Pure mortal cultivation, no System, ruthless and decisive
Surrounded by heroes, I alone am as useless as a dog.
Even with extraordinary talent, the path is hard. No amount of toil can build my foundation.
A hunter’s body, a sect leader’s destiny!
I set out with a heart of iron, bent on revenge, yet ended up a prisoner in chains.
The gods are no masters, and mortals are no servants. True strength lies in our own hands, not in praying for divine protection. Only then can we reveal our true selves.
Mortals are no slaves. How dare the gods bully us? I grip my sword and swear to fight the gods, to claim the freedom that is mine.
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