As a ruler, Zhou Xu had always enjoyed peaceful days: processing documents, clocking in and out on time, and never worrying about food or drink.
When he had nothing to do at night, he would either study the True Words on his own or seek out one of his consorts to cultivate their feelings. His days were peaceful and fulfilling, with nothing to complain about.
Ever since he had unexpectedly learned from Bamu that consorts with Mortal Flesh could not bear his children, Zhou Xu had finally understood the crux of the matter. It could be said that his whole outlook had suddenly become clear.
At the same time, however, he had a tiny little knot in his heart.
After all, as a son of Huaxia, he knew that carrying on the family line had always been a major matter for men like them.
Things were different from before. He genuinely had an imperial throne that needed an heir now!
As an Extraordinary Life, his natural lifespan had been greatly extended, but ultimately, Zhou Xu had no idea how many years he could actually live.
Take the Elf race, for example. They were born as Extraordinary Life, yet their natural lifespan was only around sixteen hundred years.
In other words, Extraordinary Life were not immortal. Once their lifespan ran out, they would still die when their time came.
Not to mention that if they encountered some special circumstance—such as a serious illness or a fatal injury—even the longest natural lifespan would be useless.
From that perspective, having a descendant was indeed necessary.
As a ruler, Zhou Xu habitually prepared for the worst rather than foolishly making no backup plans simply because he was an Extraordinary Life with a long natural lifespan.
The problem now was that ordinary human women could