On Cultivation

[No System] [Transmigration] [Hard Sci-Fi Fantasy]

[The unyielding law of the cultivation world: Without spiritual power, you’re nothing but an ant.]

No meridians? A tiny dantian? A body devoid of spiritual energy, doomed from the start. He accepts this gift with a smile.

The rosy glow from the pill furnace? That’s just the result of [purification and extraction]! Keep the essence, discard the dross. Who needs immortal arts? It’s simply the nature of things!

The art of controlling fire? It’s really just precise control of the [reaction temperature]! A hair’s breadth makes all the difference. That’s the law of heat, not the wonders of some arcane technique.

An ancient pill furnace? Just a precision vessel that provides [the right pressure] and keeps conditions stable! It’s all about pressure!

“Everyone! The spiritual roots and meridians you revere as sacred principles are nothing more than a grand drama of [natural selection and survival of the fittest] unfolding between heaven and earth!

When chaos first emerged, all things struggled to survive! Those instinctively able to draw in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gained a chance to live and endured! Ordinary bodies unable to withstand calamities perished!

Over tens of thousands of years, the weak were weeded out and the strong survived! In time, those able to absorb spiritual energy with their dantians survived; those able to channel the power of heaven and earth through their meridians prospered; and those able to absorb its essence with their spiritual roots flourished!

This is no gift from heaven, but the result of [coevolution] shaped by circumstance!”

(When he finished, the hall fell utterly silent. An old cultivator crushed his teacup without even realizing it!)