In that moment, as those cosmic words pressed down on me like the judgment of eternity itself, my mind did what it always did when faced with impossible situations—it retreated into analysis, into the cold comfort of understanding exactly how messed up I was.
You see, most people in this world live their entire lives never truly comprehending the vast pyramid of power that stretches above them like an infinite mountain.
At the bottom, you have mortals. Farmers, merchants, craftsmen—people who live and die without ever touching qi, their entire existence played out in the space of maybe eighty years if they're lucky. To them, a Foundation Establishment cultivator might as well be a god, capable of feats that defy everything they understand about reality.
