Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

As soon as Yao Han entered the cave, he felt a chilly wind rush towards him, and even with his cultivator's body, he couldn't help but shiver.

The cold current was like a knife, making it impossible for him to open his eyes. He subconsciously stretched out his arm to shield his eyes.

Sensing something amiss with the cold wind, he held his breath, focused his mind, and circulated his internal energy. Golden magical power flowed around his body, making him feel much better.

When he opened his eyes again, he was instantly shocked by what he saw in front of him.

Before me stretched a towering cliff, extending to the left and right, seemingly endless.

Above is a sliver of clear sky, below is a bottomless abyss; the wind howls swiftly like the cry of a crane, the dark currents surge like the underworld; the peaks are sharp as knives, birds hesitate to cross, the cliffs are like mirrors, even monkeys cannot climb.

There was no sign of a pond around him; he had entered a deep valley with a precipice!

What he was standing on was a huge man-made platform. This platform was located in the middle of the cliff, with a stone platform placed every few feet, presumably for the disciples who entered this place to meditate and comprehend.

Yao Han stepped over the stone platforms and carefully walked towards the edge. He kicked a pebble down, but no echo was heard for a long time.

He looked up, but all he could see were endless cliffs. Even with his divine sense pushed to its limit, he could only vaguely see a blue-white ray of light.

The bottom is invisible, and the sky is invisible above.

Yao Han took a deep breath; he had underestimated the profound depth of the Myriad Phenomena Temple.

If this temple weren't located in a remote area, had too few cultivators, and only had one Nascent Soul Grandmaster, facing a generational gap, it might have truly been able to join the ranks of the six major sects.

He looked back and saw that the door had vanished without a trace. It seemed that a quarter of an hour had passed, and he would have to reactivate the jade pendant token to go back.

After scanning the surroundings, there was nothing else noteworthy.

Yao Han composed himself, decided not to waste any more time, found a central stone platform, and sat down quietly.

Of course, this time he didn't forget to take a fasting pill first.

However, even though he said he was trying to understand, he wasn't really sure what he was going to do.

We can't possibly cultivate here at Wanxiang Cliff for three days.

He recalled what Chu Ge had said earlier.

In ancient times, a great war broke out between humans and demons. A patriarch established laws and founded a sect...

His eyes darted around before finally settling on the sheer cliff in front of him.

Whether these legends are true or false, it seems that the rocky cliff is the key point.

He stopped using his internal energy and instead tried to calm himself down, letting the cold wind blow through his clothes and feeling the sound of the wind and the echoes in his ears.

After a long while, he finally extended a wisp of his divine sense and probed towards the stone wall in front of him.

However, although there were some strange marks on these stone walls, they were mostly caused by wind erosion and were nothing unusual. He used his divine sense to explore them, but found nothing.

However, Yao Han was not discouraged. This was just the beginning.

He started from a slightly protruding rock peak and continued to use his divine sense to explore in circles.

This touching lasted for a whole day and night.

When he opened his eyes again, a look of weariness appeared on his face, and a few strands of hair were messy on his forehead.

His spiritual energy was completely depleted, so he had no choice but to take out a few Spirit Nourishing Pills from his storage bag, put them in his mouth, and refine them.

This kind of pill that restores consciousness is quite precious. He bought it on the black market and had been reluctant to use it, but now he couldn't care less.

"I've explored the inside and outside of this stone wall with my divine sense, but I haven't found anything. Perhaps my method is wrong."

Yao Han muttered to himself, deciding to take a different path.

After the elixir was refined and his divine sense gradually returned to its peak, he closed his eyes and continued his investigation.

This time, instead of trying to break through the stone wall, he chose to explore the abyss below.

Although his cultivation level was Qi Refining, he had the experience of Core Formation stage, and his control over his divine sense was far beyond that of ordinary Qi Refining cultivators.

He can reach places that a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining cannot reach with their divine sense, but it will require more effort.

However, after probing downwards for a long time, reaching the limit of what his divine sense could cover, he still found nothing. The deep valley below was filled with heavy yin energy, as if it had no bottom at all.

If going down doesn't work, then go up.

Another day and night have passed.

When he opened his eyes again, they were bloodshot, the headscarf he used to tie his hair was blown off, and his long hair was dancing wildly in the wind, showing his utter dejection.

Why?

I have searched everything that my divine sense can reach, but there is still nothing there.

Even if I were to seize this body with its superior spiritual roots, would I still lack comprehension and talent?

In a daze, Yao Han recalled himself more than a hundred years ago.

He possesses four pseudo-spiritual roots, comes from a lowly background, and has mediocre talent.

With no background or connections, yet driven solely by passion and a grand ambition for immortality, he resolutely embarked on the path of cultivation.

At that time, he only had a tattered cultivation manual, no spirit stones, no magic weapons, and no elixirs, making every step of his progress extremely difficult.

To fill his stomach, he languished in the mortal world for many years; too naive, he thought he had met a benefactor, only to be tricked into the Demon Palace, where he was nearly thrown into a pool of blood to become a useful talent; by sheer luck, he inherited demonic arts, and only by draining his own life force could he secure a sliver of survival, until today—

Yao Han gave a bitter smile and sighed softly.

"I think I really don't have any talent."

From the moment he embarked on this path, he didn't rely on talent.

If it weren't for the heaven-defying Three Ghosts Revolving Technique, he wouldn't even have been able to get close to the Foundation Establishment stage.

Even with this skill, one can only advance rapidly by constantly overdrawing one's life force and essence.

Talent, spirituality, sudden enlightenment, and ascension to immortality are all stories of other people, not of Yao Han.

He withdrew his consciousness and remained silent on the stone platform, clenching and unclenching his hands.

That's it, that's it.

Perhaps, in the end, I've grown old and lost the drive I had when I was young.

Spirituality, in the end, belongs to the young.

Such an opportunity cannot be obtained through hard work alone; let's leave it for someone else.

He stopped focusing on the stone wall in front of him and turned his attention to himself.

Since no matter how hard I try, it's all in vain, I might as well sort out my thoughts, digest what I've been thinking about lately, and get back on track.

He escaped the sect, his flesh and blood burned away, and he was reborn by possessing another body.

He escaped the calamity, abandoned his treasure to kill the tyrant, and fell into the river.

By chance, I encountered Xiao Lu and, at someone's request, went into the mountains to explore.

They outwitted the giant ape, regained the spirit snake, and quelled the beast plague.

They fled by boat, found treasure in the market, and were mistakenly caught in a great battle.

Bound by restrictions, encountering an old acquaintance in the Ghost Market, Xiao Yuan is caught off guard by a sudden change.

He rescued the couple and entered the sea of ​​soldiers, where they talked in taverns and teahouses.

Disguised as a monk, he infiltrated the temple and gained favor with a benefactor...

The journey itself didn't take many days, but it felt like I was living a more exciting life than I had in the past few decades.

He met many pure-hearted people, more than he had in the past century.

A lively and innocent young girl, a generous old man who faces death, a cunning merchant longing for an old friend, a couple full of hope, a grateful and reasonable sect leader...

There were setbacks along the way, and there were also some wicked people, but all of them were resolved by chance.

The path of spiritual practice is difficult and fraught with danger. He always regarded people as floods and beasts, but unintentionally, he found warmth in their hearts.

Misfortune and fortune have no fixed gate; they are summoned by oneself.

If you keep a pure and clear mind, good karma will naturally come.

There are countless ways of doing things, and the path of benevolence may not be without a way out.

Fate is mysterious, but virtue is never alone; it always finds neighbors.

Yao Han opened his eyes abruptly, only to find himself in a completely different world!