Flesh and Blood End

Who said that cultivating immortals requires absorbing spiritual energy? I want to cut off my own skin and pick out my own bones! There are thirty-six paths to becoming a god in this world, and all of them are dinner plates set by the rulers of the past. They wait for us "vessels" to fatten up, climb to the top, and then be devoured. I have seen all the truth, but I will not run away or accept my fate. I crushed my flesh, blood, bones, and soul into pieces inch by inch, and sprinkled them into every crevice of the final mist. Now, the mist is my body and the whisper is my will. The old gods are sleeping, and I have opened my eyes all over the world - I am the end itself and the only watcher.