This was only little Lower River. As the Heaven and Earth Cataclysm drained the world's vital energy, how many Cave-Heaven Blessed Lands still lay buried beneath the heavens? How many ritual implements, magic treasures, and cultivation manuals had been lost out in the world? All of them were waiting for him to uncover them and get his hands on them!
And what did he amount to in the "Immortal Realm"? Just an inconspicuous cultivator at the very bottom.
He even had to curry favor with an ordinary Ghost Messenger. When he encountered an evil god like the so-called Green King, who ate people and demanded blood sacrifices, he had no way to kill him! He had even been afraid of being discovered...
Only a barefoot man with nowhere to retreat, nothing to his name, and a willingness to cast everything aside would stake his life on that fight!
Tang Changsheng was a man of means, rich and accustomed to comfort, with a precious life to protect. He wore designer shoes and had no intention of getting them dirty!
Cultivation depended on resources, too. Without resources, what Dao could anyone cultivate? The ancient immortals had said that cultivating a golden core required a mountain of gold in exchange.
As for temperament and a Dao heart, those were just things people used to deceive themselves!
Without resources, all they could do was flap their gums and indulge in fantasies on paper.
Tang Changsheng escorted Chen Wangshi and her companion out of the village that very night. They took only two pieces of clothing with them.
Fortunately, the thatched hut he had built for his cultivation was crude but could shelter them from wind and rain for the time being.
Only after he had made preliminary arrangements for the two of them did