Waking up to this we are promised nothing, we are owed nothing. We have neither right nor power to ask for anything. The only thing we are promised is the fight, the endless struggle to keep on living. Cultivation is a path against the heavens to reach immortality you need to keep on fighting. But so is the fight of a mortal, struggling on the edge of hunger, fear, fighting over the scrabs of hard bread.
All living beings have no right. All living beings have no power. Countless worlds from the starry sky and beyond all share in one singular fact: To live you either fight for the slightest, most insignificant piece of bread or die without honor for the dead have no honor.