Forty Millenniums Of Cultivation

In a universe that is nothing but a brutal, shadowy forest, cultivators burn everything they have to produce even the faintest spark of light. Each spark may be weak, brief, and small—but as long as they never stop flowing, one will eventually ignite the tinder. That tinder will catch the fallen branches, and those branches will set the entire forest ablaze. Even the smallest ember can start a blaze that consumes the darkness itself. This is the unyielding creed of those who refuse to surrender to the night.