Forty Milleniums Of Cultivation

For countless eons of cultivation, even if this cosmos is merely a savage, crimson-hued wilderness, we practitioners will ignite our essence into fleeting embers of defiance. Each flicker may seem insignificant, momentary, tiny—yet as long as these glimmers persist, they’ll eventually catch dry kindling. That spark will awaken dormant branches, until the entire thicket roars with cleansing fire. In time, even the dimmest glow will consume the darkened woods, bathing existence in radiant revelation.