A Record of a Mortal’s Tao Cultivation

The path of the strong had been paved with white bones. The growth of a strong practitioner was bound to be a bloody massacre. Only by stepping on the bones of countless geniuses would one be able to reach the pinnacle. When he was not yet here, the stars were like stars; when he was here, the stars were destroyed. An unbreakable relationship, an eternal glory that cannot be awakened.