Whether the World Accepts You Doesn't Matter; What Matters Is Whether You Accept Yourself

If he made dishes from Mutated Beast hearts, then he would not need to worry about that. After all, human cuisine included plenty of offal dishes.

Moreover, dishes made from Mutated Beasts were themselves irresistible delicacies. He could use his ability openly and without reservation.

Unfortunately, Heart-Eater demanded that the heart be fresh. Only by consuming it within one minute of removing it from a Mutated Beast's body could he absorb its energy to the fullest and strengthen himself.

The heart could not be altered in any way. It had to retain its original form.

"I wonder whether the world can accept someone like me."

He looked at the blood on his hands and sensed the metallic tang in his mouth, confusion flickering in his eyes.

After making his choice, he should have pressed forward without hesitation. This was the most important part of Entering the Dao Realm. Yet no matter how strongly he affirmed himself in his heart—

He still found it difficult to judge his actions accurately.

Right or wrong!

He needed someone to tell him, to affirm that his choice was right.

But if he was unwilling to tell anyone about this, how could he obtain anyone's affirmation?

Hide his identity online?

But were people's attitudes online truly the same as they were in real life?

Precisely because he had no answer in his heart, even though he had asked related questions online and some people had affirmed his choice, he still had not truly steeled his resolve.

"The world embraces everyone within it."

"What matters is whether Fellow Daoist can accept this version of himself."

A leisurely voice came from the Void. His expression changed as he looked around, spotting a man in a Taoist robe ahead and to his right.

"A taoist?"

He frowned. Though