Cultivation with a System in the Modern World
He didn’t understand why, but a quiet voice within him whispered that he could endure it—that this pain, this storm, was meant for him.
That this was his path.
The chaos.
The colour.
The sheer, untamed might of the heavens.
Even as his rational mind screamed for him to flee, his spirit stood firm. “If I run now…” he thought faintly, “…I’ll never stand again.”
Above, the heavens roared. The tribulation clouds swirled faster, the purple deepening as though responding to his resolve. The gods of war watched in silence, their gazes heavy, knowing that very few mortals had ever faced a calamity or tribulation and lived to tell the tale.