Cultivation with a System in the Modern World
His eyes shifted to Zain approaching…
His life flashed before him—not because he was dying but because the fear of defeat felt like death.
And then—Abby’s voice echoed in his memory,"Let your fire burn brightly! Let it roar. Let it rage. Let it burn so fiercely that even the heavens themselves are forced to recognize your existence. Let it burn until there is nothing left to refine—until you have forged yourself into something unbreakable. Let that fire become your strength, your path, your very identity!”
The words looped in his mind, again and again—colliding, crashing, erupting. They collided, clashing inside him like sparks.