Cultivation, the very foundation of this world, was a pursuit that demanded unceasing dedication. To delve into the profound mysteries of the Dao, to etch one's name upon the fabric of the universe itself, required a will as unyielding as the mountains and a heart as vast as the oceans. Ancestor Hou, having ascended to the rarified realm of half-step True Sovereign, stood as a titan amongst cultivators, his every breath resonating with the power to shake heaven and earth.
Yet for all his might, nothing could have prepared him for the sight that now seared itself into his mind - the Purgatory Monarch, the sect's most exalted disciple and a blazing star in the firmament of cultivation, extinguished like a snuffed candle.
Flaming radiance engulfed Ancestor Hou as he tore through the void, his passage a searing brand upon the very fabric of space.