The amount of content in front of me was overwhelming.

  I had assumed that cultivation would be a straightforward subject. A discipline with clear steps, clear rules. Like building a house: find your materials, follow the structure, and piece it all together.

  But as I walked deeper into the corridor, passing shelf after shelf, I quickly learned just how wrong I was.

  The Foundations of Cultivation Theory section wasn’t some neatly organized guidebook for beginners. It was a battlefield of philosophies. A clash of beliefs, perspectives, and lived truths. Each author spoke as if their way was the only way, their insight the most profound.

  And every book told a different Theory.

  My eyes scanned the shelves, stopping on titles that only added to the confusion.

  Qi First, Body Second. The Foundation Is the Core. How to Break Through Without Breaking Yourself. Nine Steps to the First Realm. What Every Cultivator Gets Wrong.

  Simple titles. But each implied something different.

  Some focused on breathing and circulation. Others on body conditioning. Some insisted that stability was everything—others said risk and pain were the only true path forward.

  In the end, I realized what I needed right now wasn’t some grand theory or spiritual philosophy. I wasn’t looking to debate which realm came first, or how long one should meditate beneath a waterfall.

  What I needed were terms.

  The basics. The language cultivators used. The foundation of the foundation.

  And sure enough, after scanning a few more shelves, I found it.

  A slim, well-kept book bound in dark linen, tucked between thicker manuals as if it knew it wouldn’t need to shout to be useful.

  The title read:

  “The Four Pillars: A Cultivator’s Foundation”

  The Four Pillars… the Foundation…

  The words struck a chord.

  They matched too closely to something I had already seen—my system’s stat section. Four attributes. Four foundations. It couldn’t be a coincidence.

  Curiosity sharpened into intent.

  Without hesitation, I tucked the book under my arm and moved through the library, weaving between the quiet tables and flickering lanterns until I found a spot tucked into the far corner—a small table against the wall, half-shadowed by one of the taller shelves. Secluded and quiet.

  I pulled out the chair with a soft scrape and sat down, letting the warm lamplight spill across the cover of the book. Around me, the rustle of pages and soft murmurs faded into the background.

  With steady hands, I opened the book.

  And began to read its content.

  The Concept of Foundation

  Before a cultivator seeks to break through realms, channel Qi, or comprehend the Dao, they must first understand what they are—and what they must become. The path to cultivation is not just built on energy or spirit, but on the vessel through which such things flow. A weak vessel cannot hold power, just as a cracked cup cannot hold water.

  This vessel is defined by what we call the Four Foundations.

  They are not realms, nor techniques, nor bloodlines. They are attributes—qualities of the body, mind, and spirit that form the root of every cultivator’s journey. Whether you aim to be a swordmaster, alchemist, talisman crafter, or beast tamer, these four elements will determine your ceiling—and your survival.

  They are: Foundational Might, Foundational Constitution,.Foundational Insight and Foundational Agility.

  A cultivator with weak foundations is like a house built on sand—no matter how grand the architecture, it will collapse at the first quake.

  As I finished reading the opening page, a slow breath escaped my lips.

  I picked the right book.

  There was no doubt now. The Four Foundations described here were the exact same terms shown in the system. And with that, one thing became certain: The system wasn’t inventing terms.

  It wasn’t using metaphors or some foreign logic. It was speaking the language of cultivators—this realm’s language. It aligned perfectly with what was taught, studied, and passed down in scrolls and books across sects and schools.

  And now that I know that…

  I was one step closer to understanding how to grow within it.

  Foundational Might

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  This pillar refers to your raw physical strength. Not spiritual strength, nor Qi-based force—but the pure, grounded power of your flesh and bone.

  A cultivator with high Foundational Might can strike with more force, leap farther, and carry greater loads. While Qi can enhance one’s strength temporarily, those with naturally strong bodies are less dependent on Qi to win their battles.

  Qi, after all, is a finite resource. In prolonged battles, it can—and often does—run dry. When two cultivators exhaust their reserves, it is no longer skill or cultivation that decides the victor, but endurance and brute strength. A single strike from someone with high Foundational Might can shatter the guard of someone whose body lacks proper training. And when all techniques fail, the one who still has their fists, their body, and the strength to use them will often walk away alive.

  Training Foundational Might traditionally involves physical labor: lifting, striking, dragging, pressing. In the early stages of cultivation, some sects require their disciples to spend years doing menial work—hauling stones, cutting trees, pounding grain—not because they enjoy cruelty, but because strength built with discipline becomes strength that lasts.

  However, Might without balance becomes recklessness. And strength without control is simply wasted potential.

  Thus, Might is only the first pillar.

  But it is a crucial one.

  I leaned back slightly in my chair, the edges of the book still warm beneath my fingertips.

  Foundational Might…

  It made more sense than I expected.

  Strength is the fundamental need of a cultivator. No matter the technique, no matter the elegance or complexity behind a movement—at the end of the day, how mighty are you when facing a foe? A beast? Another cultivator with killing intent in their eyes?

  It all comes down to the weight behind the strike.

  No matter how refined your form, no matter how perfect your footwork—if your strike lands like a breeze, what does it matter? Once the resources of Qi faded, it was the only thing some people had left.

  I thought about the training regimen described in the book—grueling, relentless, designed to break you down and build you back stronger. Lifting heavy stones. Striking against bark until your knuckles bled. Hauling weight for hours, pushing your body past the point of reason.

  It was all in pursuit of power that exploded on contact.

  Now I understood: once I had mastered The Everyday Form, I would need to look for a training regimen to follow to increase my foundational might.

  Wait…

  I blinked, something surfacing in my thoughts. The quest from earlier—Rooted in Resolve—offered a reward. A single stat point, not in Might… but in the Foundational Constitution.

  That meant the system had already begun tracking my foundations. It was assigning values to what this book described. Which meant…

  I leaned forward again and turned the page, eyes narrowing as the next section unfolded before me.

  Foundational Constitution

  If Foundational Might is the strength to strike, then Foundational Constitution is the ability to endure.

  It is not about how hard you can hit—but about how much you can withstand before you fall. It is your body’s ability to resist pain, disease, poison, cold, heat, pressure, fatigue, and spiritual erosion. It is the internal fortress within your flesh.

  A cultivator with a high Constitution will bleed less, heal faster, and survive things that would shatter the bones of lesser men.

  Many mistakenly believe Constitution to be passive—something you’re born with, something unchanging. But this is a flawed understanding. Constitution, like Might, can be trained and tempered.

  Where Might is forged through exertion, Constitution is forged through resistance.

  Training to build Constitution often involves prolonged exposure to hardship. Cold-water submersion. Enduring heat. Standing beneath waterfalls for hours to strengthen bone density and muscular stability.. Even the consumption of bitter herbal poisons in microdoses, to teach the body how to fight and adapt.

  A body trained in Constitution becomes resilient not only physically, but spiritually. Many cultivation bottlenecks do not come from a lack of Qi or comprehension—but from the body itself being unable to contain a higher realm’s pressure. It is not uncommon for cultivators to suffer internal ruptures simply from advancing too quickly without a strong Constitution.

  Where Might is the sword, Constitution is the scabbard—the container that holds power without breaking.

  But Constitution is not only about resistance. It is about persistence.

  The ability to walk further along the road when others have fallen behind. It is the will of the body—what lets you stand when everything else says you should stay down.

  Without it, you will never reach the peak.

  You will fall before you even begin to climb.

  Upon reading this section, I could see its purpose clearly.

  It clicked the moment I thought back to the Root Position. The time I spent forcing my legs to hold, the trembling of my knees, the burning in my calves and lower back, the dull ache in my spine from trying to stay upright—that was Constitution in action. Or rather, its absence.

  It wasn’t about strength in the muscles. It was the ability to stay in the position even when everything screamed for me to give up.

  No wonder the system rewarded me with a point in Foundational Constitution.

  And now that I truly understood what this stat represented, I couldn’t help but feel that… this might be the most important foundation.

  Why?

  Because it embodied what nearly every cultivator sought: longevity. Immortality.

  Constitution wasn’t just about taking a hit or resisting poison—it was about healing faster, aging slower, surviving longer. It was the wall that stood between life and death.

  Might could win a fight. But Constitution?

  That was what let you live.

  I leaned back in my chair again, eyes drifting to the ceiling beams above.

  I wonder… how high does it have to be?

  To live forever.

  To stand at the summit of cultivation, untouched by time, by sickness, by death itself.

  1,000?

  10,000?

  100,000?

  I didn’t know.

  But something in me stirred at the thought.

  A quiet fire. A distant hunger.

  I was going to find out. One day.

  And when I reached that point—where age slipped past me, where wounds vanished in silence, where death found no hold—I would remember this moment

  I looked down at the next heading forming at the top of the next page.

  Foundational Insight.

  And I turned the page.