To beco 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. So might die not rely 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 arithtic, trying to count from one to infinity. That counting would only stop when the man reaches the end of his lifeti. 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 tis 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.
In his journey, he sees the wonders of the world, the cruelty of man, the greatness and everlasting wisdom of ti, 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 re 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.
Claiming even a fraction of the endless heaven's might as their own. That is their Dao, that is their path and their unattainable peak. Their incredibly steep and endless peak has sothing sitting comfortably at it.
An existence that cannot be called an existence, an assortnt of Dao that had been here before Creation itself, and will remain after Destruction. The very existence that rules over the order of the world itself—the Heavenly Law.
The Heavens, or what is considered the true and honest epito of power and endless might that cannot be counted or calculated, cannot be competed against nor can it be truly won against.
It is powerful enough that it allows and opens the path to cultivation for the people. It gives them trials and challenges, and gives them what they need to climb this steep path. At the sa ti, it brings down untold pain and misery for those who try to steal what they didn't earn from it and kindly rewards those who follow its teachings to achieve a seat for themselves under it.
A true cultivator has three options to walk through. The Cultivator path, where they follow the teachings of the Heavens and learn from its secrets. Usually, their challenges are not difficult and their Heavenly Tribulations are simple. Those who seek to understand natural Daos, like the elental Daos, the Dao of space and ti, and the like.
Then there is the Demonic Cultivator, which I am a part of. These are cultivators who do not abide by the Heavenly Order, yet at the sa ti respect it. They climb the path of cultivation in a very difficult manner as they challenge it head-on, never lowering their heads to the difficulty of their trials. We seek not to understand the Dao of Heavens, but to wrest it away and make it our own.
We seek not only to learn from the Heavenly Order but to understand the very origin and reason why and where these teachings and Laws co from. We seek not to learn the Dao, but to manipulate it and morph it into our own. Or we seek the path of carnage, the path of slaughter, and the path of destruction and death. These paths are deed vile and vicious.
We seek not to be under the Heavenly Order, but to compete against it. Not to earn a seat under it, but to wrest away the very crown of the heavens.
The Heavens are jealous and mighty, yet they would not smite down a Demonic Cultivator for wanting to attain their seat. After all, who is here to say that the Heavens themselves weren't a cultivator once? A hard question to even think about or process, but not for the current .
And finally, the Devil Cultivators. These are the vilest of cultivators. They seek not to achieve heavenly ascension by their own power. They would rather have others suffer for their own personal gain. They would steal souls and bodies, and kill others, even bathe in their blood, to gain more power.
They use others as either cultivation furnaces or simple offerings, taking away another's fortune for themselves. An easy road, fraught with almost no trouble. A Devil Cultivator can rapidly climb the steps of cultivation as they take away the effort of others. But why are they so rare, one might think?
It is because the Heavens have divided fortune among all and given everyone their chance and right to live and exist. When soone constantly breaks this Heavenly Order, their luck will start diminishing. Their personal fortune will crumble down to almost nonexistence, and they know this.
A Devil Cultivator will always have a hard ti cultivating by themselves and will always need others for him to go up the path of cultivation. One day, they'll et prey that they cannot consu. Or the Heavens themselves will strike them down with untold difficulties and trials.
All is balanced. Those who bow will have an easy ti going up the ladder but will be limited. Those who stand their ground and question the world will have a harder ti climbing but will be unlimited in how far they can go. And those who steal and usurp will et 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 seed to pierce the very clouds. The stormy skies above gathered pitch-black clouds, a testant 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 , 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 sha 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 alone to confront the tempest ahead.
I sighed and smiled at the sa ti. Then slapped my knee, "Co, I've been waiting for a long ti."
I stood before the gate, feeling the imnse pressure bearing down on . The weight of the heavens themselves seed to press against my very soul, challenging to prove my worth. The golden gate shimred 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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