Infinite power comes with infinite danger.
Once mortal, I knew three things about cultivators: they crave hierarchy, despise disrespect, and lose their sanity in deep space. There’s a reason for that—the void reveals an infinite ocean of qi, a force so alien it drives most cultivators mad.
But I’m different. I’m not really alive, and yet I can see it. I can touch it. And now, for better or worse, I can cultivate it.
With new power surging through me, I’ve stepped into a world where strength determines survival. The more I harness, the more I’ll be hunted—by those who want the power for themselves, and by forces beyond comprehension.
How far can I push the limits of this power before it pushes back?
