The Cultivator's Revenge
The intensity in his amber eyes was so sharp it made the air around him seem to vibrate.
"A key?" he asked, his voice low and controlled once more. "A key to what?"
The Elder took a deep breath, as if about to tell a forbidden, sacred secret. His gaze became distant, looking past the stone walls of the base, toward the dawn of time itself.
"This is the oldest legend in the world of cultivation," he said, his voice now holding the reverent tone of a historian. "The legend of the first Primordial cultivator. Not merely the strongest, but an existence who created the very laws of cultivation itself. Every technique we use, every understanding we have of the Dantian and meridians, it all origina
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