Of course.
Gu Tiancheng had never imagined that the sect he had struggled so hard to join, and its Old Ancestor, would be like this.
If that was the case,
he would still have joined it.
After all, great masters often emerged from beggars.
What Carefree Divine Dragon...
That was why he had not investigated Green Cloud Old Ancestor either.
The Heavenly Dao had said this sect was quite good.
Naturally, in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao, beggars and emperors were no different.
As long as one was still alive, that was good.
That was right. Nature had only one definition of life:
whether you could survive.
To live on, even if you were merely scraping by, no matter how ugly, worthless, or humiliated you were—that was good.
No matter how dignified, noble, or beautiful you were, once dead, you were bad in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao.
Such a simple standard of selection
was the so-called principle of natural evolution.
In any case, Gu Tiancheng cultivated without worry.
He simply had never expected
that the Heavenly Dao's standard for "quite good" treated emperors and beggars as equals.
Someone had once said that an emperor driven to hang himself in an apocalypse was, before his death, worse off than a street beggar.
At least the beggar still had freedom.
Gu Tiancheng now began cultivating in earnest.
In truth, he did not need a sect at all.
The sect merely gave him a legitimate reason and identity to remain in the surface world.
Thus, he tossed the Body Refining Art and Qi Refining Art issued by the sect aside.
Instead, he promptly consulted the Heavenly Dao Strategy Device.
Through its queries, he could find all kinds of cultivation methods and all kinds of ascension paths.
There were the strongest,