Azathoth

Anse knew this was probably not an illusion.

If every class was a path toward the extraordinary, then only the Monk system could truly be called cultivation.

Other classes sought power from without, while Monks cultivated their true selves from within.

They did not pursue ultimate strength or combat power. To preserve their purity, they would even voluntarily forgo all manner of weapons and equipment.

From this perspective, Monks were indeed quite unique.

Moreover, a Monk's power came from within, granting them absolute freedom in matters of faith. Aside from certain monasteries, most Monks were pantheists.

Many Monks were masters of philosophy, focused on cultivating qi and pursuing philosophical ideals.

To them, deities were merely "examples" for cultivation, not beings to be served.

"But I'm a vulgar person." Anse shook his head slightly.

The increase in his Monk level had made him stronger in battle and granted him many unique abilities, such as control over his body and mind, but it would not abruptly transform his temperament.

Perhaps, in the eyes of many cultivators, he had gone astray somewhat—pursuing power too excessively and failing to cultivate both life and spirit.

"Really, I'm still that same young man."

That was what he thought, though it was somewhat self-deceptive.

"At most, I've just become a little more ruthless."

Men remained boys until death. He felt that changes in how one conducted oneself or thought did not mean one's temperament had changed.

The environment had changed, his goals had changed—of course his thoughts would change as well.

"When I have time, I can study some philosophy. Maybe then I'll understand the gods' thoughts and motivations."

After letting his mind wander for a while, he brought up his Character Sheet.

There was little change in his base attributes. Only his power had increased significantly,