Strictly speaking,
Daoist Fushou was not a good man.
A purely good man could never have survived this long in the Gu controller world.
But he did have his own principles and bottom lines.
Just as back then,
when his disciple Wang Zhongguan had come to him, asking him to intervene, clean up the colossal mess he had caused, and save Yang Qingyun's life.
In that matter,
although he coveted the Gu fire's power to suppress the resurgence of anomalies,
he had always held fast to the bottom line of saving Yang Qingyun's life.
Even later, when he encountered Blood Butcher and the others, experts of the same level, and became embroiled in a great battle with them,
despite the many powerful enemies and layers of harsh reality before him, he had never once considered giving up on rescuing him.
Instead, he had been thinking about how to pay the price and preserve Yang Qingyun's life when the Gu fire was divided up later.
Although he had already lived through most of his life,
Daoist Fushou still had his own principles and bottom line.
In his view,
Yang Qingyun, along with the immortal arts he had created, undoubtedly represented the future of humanity!
The spread of immortal arts would be an immense boon to humanity and to the world!
Daoist Fushou had once struggled along the anomalous path for more than a decade.
He understood all the more clearly that,
compared to the Path of Anomaly Control, a road filled with deadly danger at every step and which might ultimately cause one to mutate into an anomaly, immortal arts were undoubtedly where all hope lay!
They were even
the hope of saving the world!
That was right,
the hope of saving the world!
Daoist Fushou knew a tremendous secret.
It