The true essence of survival was adaptation.
Adapt to society, adapt to the world, adapt to the universe.
To live better, one had to change oneself.
The vile disguised themselves as the noble.
Morality and rules placed a shackle upon everyone. To survive, one had to adapt.
Qi Yuan's supreme truth was Absolute Adaptation.
"But adaptation... is not what I desire."
"To adapt, I have to let Ox-Horn Sister curse me without being able to retort?"
"A powerful Great Supreme Truth comes to my house to steal steamed buns, and I can only hide beneath the bed, trembling?"
"The strong spout crooked logic and lecture me, and I just have to take it?"
"The world is unfair and motherless. To survive, I can only adapt and become one of the teeming masses!"
"This is absolutely not my Dao!"
"Absolute Adaptation, and... Innate, and Unique, and Cycle!"
There were four categories of supreme truths.
Absolute Adaptation—what about the others?
After all, this world had never stipulated that a living being could comprehend only one supreme truth.
Holding the Blood Raising Enlightenment Pill, Qi Yuan ate some more.
His mind became clear and exhilarated once again.
In ancient times, when a donkey stopped turning the millstone, it would be whipped.
Nowadays, when office workers grew tired, they bought themselves coffee.
The Blood Raising Enlightenment Pill functioned much like coffee: it refreshed the mind, making one's thoughts clearer and turn faster.
"Innate..."
"Innate... is lacking!"
Qi Yuan still could not comprehend the Dao of Innate.
Or rather, the Dao of Innate placed too much importance on lineage and bloodline.
Qi Yuan was merely an ordinary person from Blue Star, plagued by illness and calamity. What special constitution or extraordinary birth did he possess?
As for the Devouring Origin Body and Myriad Paths Martial