Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

Beneath the blue clouds, the green forest stretches like a sea.

The verdant mountains rise and fall in a staggered pattern, stretching towards the horizon as far as the eye can see.

In the remote mountains, the only sounds are the rustling of grass and trees, and the howls of beasts and the chirping of insects hidden in the shadows.

But at one moment, these sounds abruptly stopped.

It was as if a giant, all-encompassing hand had mercilessly descended, leaving the lush forest in utter silence.

The chilling silence lasted for a full quarter of an hour.

What followed was a deafening shockwave that swept up countless broken trees and rocks with overwhelming force, leaving desolation in its wake.

Amidst the surging winds, an inconspicuous, faint black shadow was mixed in, impossible to discern without careful examination.

Just then, the dark figure swept up by the blast wave spoke:

"Damn it! I, Yao Han, am supposed to be a Core Formation cultivator who has reached a certain level, yet I've fallen so low today!"

Everything happened so suddenly.

Born into a poor family, he was fortunate enough to have a glimpse of the immortal realm when he was just over twenty, and thus embarked on the path of cultivation.

However, the path to immortality is long and arduous, and the world is full of hardships. Due to his inferior talent, he could not enter a prestigious sect and could only work as a rogue cultivator for many years. Despite years of hard work, he still could not make any progress and was accidentally captured by the Demonic Sect.

Fortunately, Yao Han had a firm Dao heart. Although he was captured and brought into the Demonic Sect as a waste, he survived by relying on the cleverness he had honed in the streets and even transformed himself into a member of the Demonic Sect.

Over the years, he has worked diligently day and night, striving to make further progress on the path of cultivation. Finally, a few days ago, he formed the Golden Elixir. The hardships he endured are beyond the comprehension of outsiders.

but……

"Damn it, utterly despicable! These Nascent Soul stage monsters, fighting is one thing, but why do they go around wiping out entire sects like this?!"

Yao Han had nowhere to vent his grievances, and in the end, all he could say was "Damn it."

He had only been in the Core Formation stage for less than half a month, hadn't even received his sect stipend and position yet, and hadn't even warmed up his newly opened cave dwelling, when, with a snap, all of it was wiped out by an old monster who appeared out of nowhere!

If it weren't for a strange escape technique he had practiced, he probably would have lost his life at his own doorstep long ago!

Even so, his current situation is not good. This escape technique that can evade the pursuit of a Nascent Soul expert is indeed remarkable, but the price is also staggering: in order to escape, Yao Han's essence, blood and physical body were completely burned away, and even his golden core was shattered into dust. Only his primordial spirit remained, teetering on the brink of collapse. If it weren't for the support of the technique, he would have been blown away by the wind somewhere.

"The Demon Palace will probably be wiped off the map of the cultivation world today..."

Yao Han sighed deeply, but he did not stop because of his regret. Instead, he quickened his pace and fled into the distance without looking back.

Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, and Spirit Transformation—these are the five major realms of cultivation in this world, with a strict hierarchy and clear distinctions between them. Reaching the fourth realm, Nascent Soul, one can be considered a powerful figure in their own right. Even if one hasn't yet broken through to the Core stage, no one would dare to provoke a Nascent Soul expert unless they've lost their mind and want to die.

As for his former employer, he didn't actually have that much regret; at most, he felt a sense of shared sorrow.

He was originally forcibly abducted, but because the demonic cultivators' techniques suited him, he was given the opportunity to cultivate.

Most people in the Demonic Sect have eccentric personalities. Over the years, he hasn't even found a friend with whom he can share drinks, let alone a master. He was able to cultivate to the Core Formation stage entirely on his own.

So he had nothing to miss, and he just ran away.

It's a pity that all his cultivation was lost in a single day.

I wonder who those old fogies in the sect have offended, that so many multi-stage Nascent Soul cultivators would come knocking on their door.

Never mind, these are not issues I should be thinking about.

Thinking about it is useless.

Ultimately, it's because their level of understanding is too low and their strength is too weak; otherwise, how could they be bullied to the point where they have no chance to fight back?

Yao Han stopped sighing, concentrated his energy, and focused the few remaining strands of his divine consciousness on himself.

His current situation is very bad.

The incident happened so suddenly that he fled in such a hurry that he didn't even know where he had left his storage bag, let alone the spirit pet pills that he hadn't had time to pack up in his cave.

The physical body was destroyed, the essence and blood were dissipated, and the cultivation and magic power also rapidly disappeared as the golden core collapsed. Fortunately, the primordial spirit and soul were still intact, and the three souls and seven spirits were not destroyed, but they were still becoming dim.

Besides that, all that remained was his natal magic weapon hovering in his sea of ​​consciousness, but with his current magical power, he was completely unable to use it.

Yao Han was left with only two options.

One option is to abandon one's physical body, find a secluded and dark place, and become a ghost cultivator.

Secondly, quickly find a suitable body to possess.

Yao Han had never practiced any ghost cultivation techniques, so now he only had one option left.

but--

He turned his gaze to the seemingly endless mountains below.

In this desolate wilderness, where can one find a physical body?!

Yao Han was both angry and helpless, and couldn't help but think to himself: Why did those old guys who founded the sect have to choose such a remote place? There's not even a wisp of smoke to be seen within a hundred miles!

Sigh, all I can do is grumble.

As he flew away, he glanced in the direction of the sun to determine his direction of travel.

He is flying west now.

If he is not mistaken, the nearest city is 500 li west of the sect, and there are many villages built on the mountainside in between. If he wants to find a physical body, this should be the most reliable direction.

Yao Han was a little unsure... He had been in seclusion within the sect for many years in order to form his core, completely oblivious to what was happening in the mortal world. Who knew what changes had taken place?

Moreover, even if a settlement is found, it's uncertain whether someone with spiritual roots can be found.

There was no other way but to gamble.

As they flew, the sun began to set in the west, and night enveloped the mountains in darkness.

Fortunately, he did fly over several villages.

Unfortunately, there wasn't a suitable match in any of these villages.

As Yao Han flew over the fourth village, he felt a sense of despair. He had little magic power left and was on the verge of exhaustion. His primordial spirit was also becoming increasingly dim. If this continued, he feared he would truly return to the earth.

Is this really the end...?

I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!

After a hundred years of cultivation, I finally managed to touch the threshold of the Great Dao. Am I destined to end up like a stray dog, my soul scattered and gone in this desolate wilderness?

A sense of sorrow rose in Yao Han's heart, and even with his firm Dao heart, he couldn't help but feel a moment of daze.

Scenes from the past flashed before my eyes: unfinished business, former enemies, all obsessions—all seemed so insignificant and trivial in the face of death…

Once upon a time, he dreamed of wandering the world with a sword, punishing evil and upholding justice, but the cruel reality extinguished the fire in his heart. In order to survive in this dog-eat-dog world of cultivation, he did not hesitate to join the demonic sect, just to advance further.

Although he had no choice but to do it, he was indeed a member of the demonic path, and over the years, he had done many evil things in order to protect himself.

Prior to this, Yao Han had never expressed any remorse. He admitted that he was not a good person and that everything he did was to adapt to the world.

But at this critical juncture, his resolve wavered. Familiar yet unfamiliar faces appeared before him; these were his former sworn enemies or adversaries, who now seemed to mock his destitution.

Yao Han has never believed in any concept of cause and effect or retribution; he only strives for the present moment.

But now, those upright and wise words unconsciously surfaced in his mind: good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the cycle of karma will prevail...

Is it really true that those who commit too many evil deeds will eventually be doomed?

His tattered spirit, like a wisp of black smoke, drifted between several village houses whose doors were already closed. The warm light shone through the paper windows, illuminating his twisted figure and making him appear even more wretched.

"So be it, it seems this is my end. Fate has its own way of things. If there is an afterlife, I, Yao, will surely do good deeds and accumulate merit..." However, just as he was composing his last words, he suddenly sensed a faint fluctuation of magical power ahead.

Yao Han's spirits lifted.

"Haha, what a load of rubbish about fate, here I come!"

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