Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect苟在初圣魔门当人材

"I," he thought.

Unbeknownst to him, Lu Yang's spiritual thoughts had begun to condense. As he pondered, they slowly manifested into a small house with four rooms and a living room.

Across these many lifetimes, he had done much.

He had committed evil, performed good deeds, been used as a talent and used others as talents. Yet these were all mere experiences. What kind of person was his true self?

"Am I a good person?"

"...Don’t make me laugh," he scoffed inwardly.

It was fine to say it casually, a bit of packaging for public consumption. But at this moment, he couldn't deceive his Dao Heart. He was, most certainly, no good person.

"Then am I an evil person?"

"Not necessarily," he countered.

He admitted to himself that, compared to the denizens of this wretched place, he still possessed certain bottom lines. While they weren't particularly high, and certainly flexible, they undeniably existed.

After a long while, Lu Yang exhaled deeply.

A good heart, yet evil deeds. Yes. Though he was already a Grand True Monarch, at his core, he was merely someone in this deadly, wretched world—

"An ordinary person."

Lu Yang opened his eyes and gazed at the small house, with its four rooms and a living room, constructed from his spiritual thoughts. This was his Heart Fasting—his heart, a space only so big.

It held no room for many.

"I am no great figure determined to overthrow tyranny, nor am I a Saint who cares for all living beings," he acknowledged. "I oppose oppression merely because I am not the one inflicting it."

"I respect those Saints who sacrifice themselves for others, but I am unwilling to become one of them. At best, I will lend a hand when it’s within my power, offer some empty words that cost no money or effort, and perhaps cheer them on from the sidelines. But I absolutely refuse to wager everything I have to follow them."

A vulgar, despicable, double-standard soul.

The house constructed from his spiritual thoughts trembled slightly, as if it would disintegrate in the next second. Self-critical thoughts assailed Lu Yang’s mind.

But the next second.

"Can that even be compared?"

Lu Yang raised his head and puffed out his chest, gritting his teeth as he declared to all the thoughts that scorned him:

"I have double standards, I am vulgar, I am despicable, but I absolutely, goddammit, want to live a good life! This desire, no matter what, is absolutely not wrong!"

If it wasn't his fault, then it could only be the world's.

It was because this man-eat-man world prevented him from living a good life; no matter how far he climbed, there was always someone above, exploiting him.

Therefore—

"I will take one step at a time, step by step, and reach the very top!"

If this wretched place couldn't give him the good life he craved, then he would find a way to reshape it into what he desired, forging it with his own hands!

"Boom!"