For cultivators, great achievements weren’t born from innate gifts alone.
The heavenly planes were chock full of talented geniuses endowed with exceptional bloodlines, but few ultimately reached the pinnacle of the martial world.
The climb was steep and slippery. No one was guaranteed a taste of the fruits atop the mountain.
The world of cultivation was a cruel, ruthless place, the road to success strewn with skeletons.
True, the sacred beasts’ pedigrees did provide them with tremendous advantages, but they wouldn’t have enjoyed as smooth a ride without the young...