(Here's the first update, another three thousand words. Whew, writing is exhausting! First, thanks to Book Friend Oxygen and Hydrogen for the tip. Hehe, thank you for always supporting Sixue! And while I'm at it, please recommend and bookmark the story. Thanks!)
Cultivation, cultivation—what was cultivation? Breaking past oneself, forging a body at its limits, nurturing a sliver of inner purity, refining a sliver of the great freedom to roam heaven and earth! That was cultivation!
Not to gain the strength to crush heaven and earth in an instant, but to grasp that sliver of transcendence and range freely between them!
But cultivation was not simply a matter of training blindly with brute force. Besides the necessary guidance and a workable method, one's natural aptitude was also essential!
Those biographies passed around the world claimed that someone with poor aptitude had worked hard and finally emerged from the chrysalis as a butterfly. Utter nonsense! It was impossible! Such things existed only in inspirational stories!
That was not to say effort was useless. Quite the opposite: relying on talent alone, without working hard, would never make anyone great. Effort mattered just as much. But if Er Dongsheng wanted to succeed—if he wanted to become the lofty king countless demons aspired to be—he would need to work twice as hard, possess outstanding aptitude, and have that mysterious, unfathomable thing called luck!
Across countless planes, tens of millions of living beings—animals, plants, even lifeless stones of heaven and earth—held a trace of Innate Bloodline present from the moment they were born or came into being. Some bloodlines were strong, others weak. The strong could shake heaven and earth and send their bearers soaring along the path of cultivation. The direct descendants of powerful demons, for instance, could cultivate all the way to