A Breath of Fresh Air in the Cultivation World

I carry a culture spanning over a thousand years, and inherit a civilization stretching back six thousand. I am a breath of fresh air in the cultivation world!!!

I march across battlefields and slay my foes in every direction, with unshakable faith in my heart. The sun rises in the east, and I alone am invincible!!!

Even an immortal can attain the Dao!!!

What lies in the distant cities, among the gods of the upper realm, and beyond the deepest levels? What lies at the very end of it all?