How can a cockroach find a chance to survive in the world of cultivation?

People all turn their noses in disgust and laugh at me for crawling into dung heaps and eating scraps, but in this world, has there ever been an ironclad rule that determines the worth of a living being based on its physical appearance?

Cultivators can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and build the Golden Core Dao. Am I destined to be trapped in a ditch and never see the light of day?

You laugh at my lowliness, but I will dig out my own spiritual roots from the dung.

You say I'm not worthy to embark on the path of immortality? Then I will use this despised body to leave clear, unique traces of a cockroach on that ethereal path of immortality.

The path to immortality is long, but I am determined to become one.