For every MC that rises to the heavens, countless side characters bite the dust. This is a first-person anthology of the tragic stories of the mountains of corpses that lost their voices under the damage caused by the unfair tropes.
"Molesting the cultivation world, one trope at a time."

The Stepping Stones

I'm an average cultivator, your usual, cultivator A. A part of those long formations with the Chief disciples or the Elders leading the way, one of the many that coughs a mouthful of blood to give sect their life force and spirit Qi at the time of their needs... and I'm satisfied with the life of Cultivator A as well. 


If I had anything special, I would have had special burdens. If I were more powerful, I would've been crushed by the masses and the enemies of the sect. Currently, I'm doing fine...but why does this guy... talk so much? 


"I'm the Grand Monarch of a thousand vicissitudes. I'm a blue dragon swimming against the river of time. I'm the salvation to madness. I'm a slave to my desires. I'm a jade to red diamonds of the Heavenly Emperor's secret cave..." 


The Fall of Cultivator A