To become the void is to transcend the physical and tangible, venturing beyond existence into the realm of nonexistence. Yet, within this state, existence persists. You remain aware of your presence where nothing else exists, and you remain tangible where everything else is not.
This is a state of mind where one seeks to isolate one's own essence from the world, striving to understand one's true identity.
However, to shatter the void is to fully embrace and acknowledge who you are, then move beyond it, casting it aside. This is done for one purpose only: to find yourself after the void has been shattered. A very convoluted way to say that you basically evolved beyond your current limits. And it is that very state I'm trying to achieve.
The path of cultivation is divided into many paths. However, the beginning and the end are all one point. It all begins with the Dao of Creation, from which stems every other Dao known and unknown to man. In the end, they will all spread and twist, intertwining, linking, or simply moving along one another, all for a determined and well-known Dao—the Dao of Destruction.
It all begins and ends, forming a vicious circle that has no beginning or end. Creation begins, only to beckon destruction, and in destruction, creation will once again rise.
Our goal as cultivators is to study the Dao, grow alongside it, and achieve an understanding of it. Some might die not merely a step past the Creation process, as one knows, cultivators have an arduous and harsh path in front of them, full of greed and incredible ambition.
They cultivate and struggle for resources, all to seek the end of the long path of Dao, which everyone knows is endless yet still they wish to see its end.
In other words, a cultivator is like a man of arithmetic, trying to count from one to infinity. That counting would only stop when the man reaches the end of his lifetime. Achieving the Infinite is beyond impossible and in the realms of the Unattainable. But why do cultivators cultivate when they don't even see the peak? Because it is what cultivators do. As simple as that.
They would count and count, struggle, suffer, and die—die and die again, too many times to count—all in the endless struggle to compete against each other to reach an unattainable peak. Yet they still try and achieve it. A vain effort one might think, a hapless endeavor one might believe, but a cultivator thinks not like that. Continue your journey with M V L
In his journey, he sees the wonders of the world, the cruelty of man, the greatness and everlasting wisdom of time, and the cold embrace of the ordained grasp of death. Yet, they cultivate. Yet they struggle.
Because the goal is to reach the peak, even if unattainable. In this path and in this journey, one will achieve complete isolation from the worldly and claim dominion over the divine. From a mere child who soiled their underwear to a man able to break apart mountains and flip the sea. It is those who try and compete and vie over the very Heavens' order and power.
A Devil Cultivator will always have a hard time cultivating by themselves and will always need others for him to go up the path of cultivation. One day, they'll meet prey that they cannot consume. Or the Heavens themselves will strike them down with untold difficulties and trials.
All is balanced. Those who bow will have an easy time going up the ladder but will be limited. Those who stand their ground and question the world will have a harder time climbing but will be unlimited in how far they can go. And those who steal and usurp will meet unfortunate ends too soon for them to even get a chance to fully use the loot they took. All is balanced, as all things should be.
And here, I opened my eyes to a massive golden gate that seemed to pierce the very clouds. The stormy skies above gathered pitch-black clouds, a testament to the upcoming trial where I have to fully shatter the void and achieve the next path and step of cultivation. The winds howled around me, carrying with them a sense of foreboding and anticipation.
Lightning crackled in the distance, illuminating the dark clouds with fleeting bursts of blinding light.
The Primordial Serpent God simply retracted back into my body, not willing to face the incoming storm yet without a single ounce of shame for being the reason why it happened in the first place. Its presence, usually a source of overwhelming power and confidence, now retreated into the depths of my being, leaving me alone to confront the tempest ahead.
I sighed and smiled at the same time. Then slapped my knee, "Come, I've been waiting for a long time."
I stood before the gate, feeling the immense pressure bearing down on me. The weight of the heavens themselves seemed to press against my very soul, challenging me to prove my worth. The golden gate shimmered with an ethereal light, its surface adorned with intricate carvings that depicted the eternal struggle between creation and destruction.
The gate began to open, its massive doors creaking with the weight of untold eons. Beyond the threshold lay the unknown, a realm where the boundaries between existence and nonexistence blurred, where the very fabric of reality was shaped by the will of those who dared to enter.
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