East Courtyard.
In the distance, the rising sun climbed in the east, morning glow hanging across the horizon, dyeing the sky a sheet of red.
Jiang Ning glanced at the newly risen sun, then got to his feet.
"Time to go to work!"
At the words "go to work," a smile could not help appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Those two words made him involuntarily think of all sorts of unpleasant memories from his previous life, of the life he had lived as an ox and horse.
Thinking of that, he felt even more satisfied with his life in this world.
Although this world's material goods were not abundant enough, and there were not many entertainment options, cultivating the martial dao, feeling his own strength improve step by step, and the satisfaction of gathering great power into one body made him delight in it without growing tired.
In his view, the path of the martial dao was the path of individual independence and transcendence, the transformation and sublimation of a living being.
The further one walked along the path of the martial dao, the more one became no different from the Immortal Gods of legend.
Just like that Martial Saint who had overshadowed all under heaven for eight hundred years—his lifespan approached a thousand years.
That lifespan alone was like that of Immortal Gods.
The path of the martial dao, in Jiang Ning's view, might not grant eternal life and undying immortality, but merely the fact that one's lifespan could approach a thousand years already filled him with incomparable longing.
Longevity!
Those two words had long since been carved into the genes of humanity in his previous life.
In his previous life, across thousands of years of history, countless emperors had yearned for longevity yet could not obtain