Cultivators and Worlds

It was warm.

It was bright.

It was cheery.

It was kind.

This second shot at life that Miwa got, it was anything but bad.

Her mother and father looked after her, cooked for her, pampered her, and did their best to be good parents.

All Miwa did these days was eat, play, sleep. She was too young to do anything meaningful and could only go about roaming around and trying her best to cultivate.

Her bones were too weak to train and her willpower was not enough to suffer through the harsh training as well.

Miwa was not worried despite this. There was still time.

She had to be at least thirteen to start her cultivation journey. She did not know why this was the case, but that would be the turning point of her life.

The downfall would start the moment she turned twenty and would worsen until the age of thirty.

Her parents would die after her little brother was born and her village would be burnt.