by yjj
In the eyes of the Great Sects, I am vermin. In the eyes of the commoners, I am a pest. They laugh as I crawl through the trash, yet they forget one thing: a cockroach is the ultimate survivor. While the "chosen ones" fight over pills and jade, I thrive in the shadows where they dare not look. I will devour their waste to fuel my evolution. I will turn their disdain into my strength. From the filth, a new Ancestral Lineage will be born. I am the shadow in your kitchen. I am the nightmare in your Sect's cellar. And soon, I will be the one looking down on you from the Immortal Throne.
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