In the mortal world, ordinary people toil and risk their lives for a few pieces of silver. "Men die for wealth, and birds die for food." Behind this common saying lies the silent bloodshed beneath the sun, hidden in the folds of glittering prosperity.
But only when you step into this world of cultivation do you truly see what naked survival means.
There is no false peace here, and no way back.
For a single shard of spirit stone, people will pursue you for three hundred miles, staining the mountains and rivers with blood. For a damaged spirit herb, they will wipe out an entire clan without sparing a soul. For a fragment of scripture with no beginning or end, shattered convictions and betrayal among fellow disciples are nothing out of the ordinary.
Those who are still alive only want to dig three yards into the earth and bury themselves in silence, or lie in a coffin and beg for a moment's undisturbed breath.
But on the path of cultivation, even fear is a luxury.
You must seek out a breath of spiritual energy, even if there is only a trace. It is the very foundation of survival.
And so, becoming stronger becomes the only faith.
No one asks what the point of living is anymore. The boundaries of morality blur into fading shadows in a mist of blood.
Cruelty is the only refrain in this world.
Even after death, a corpse will be drained of its last trace of spiritual energy...
You must become stronger!
Only by growing stronger without end can you find the sole reason to survive! It seems no one even seeks the meaning of life anymore!
Few people bother to judge where the moral line lies! Horrifying bloodshed is the world's refrain! Even corpses are drained of their last trace of spiritual energy...
