If the bottom line of the technology genre was 1, then the bottom line of the cultivation genre was 0...01.
In short, you couldn't even see the soles of the technology genre's feet.
When it came to abandoning humanity, no one could compare to the cultivation genre.
Because they had the hope of immortality—and it truly existed.
They could all see their own Old Ancestor, who had been there when they were born and was still there when they grew old.
Under such stimulation, all manner of bizarre things emerged.
For example, those great powers all had extremely soft bones.
To them, there was no such thing as backbone.
Anyone with backbone had long since been filtered out over the course of pursuing immortality.
Changing faces was a fine performance to them.
When they saw resources that would help them break through their cultivation, they wanted the items on one hand while trying their utmost to maintain their hypocritical facade on the other.
It wasn't because they were kind-hearted or thin-skinned, but because they had to prevent others from finding an excuse to openly gang up on them.
At the same time, they had to seize the items for themselves as much as possible.
To that end, they would stop at nothing.
As long as no one found out, any method was permissible.
Of course, when such resources weren't involved, each of them drifted about like an immortal, truly looking like a Daode Zhenjun.
They got along peacefully with one another.
As if they were made of water.
This was to minimize enemies and increase their own odds of immortality.
Generally speaking, no one deliberately stirred up trouble for no reason.
The more conflicts there were, the more likely someone would expose a weakness and get taken out.
And people