Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

In a universe that may seem like nothing more than a savage, merciless, and shadowy wilderness, we who walk the path of cultivation will ignite our very essence to become a blazing ember of defiance.

No matter how feeble each flicker of light may appear, no matter how brief its existence, or how insignificant its glow—as long as these sparks continue to rise, one among them will eventually catch upon dry kindling. That kindling will ignite the fallen boughs, and those boughs will set the towering trees aflame.

In time, even the dimmest of sparks will grow into an inferno so vast that it consumes the entire darkened forest, casting its radiant brilliance across the cosmos. The shadows will retreat, and the world will be bathed in the unyielding light of our resolve.

This is the unbreakable will of cultivators—to burn brightly against the endless night, ensuring that no darkness, no matter how vast, can extinguish the fire of our spirit.