"Yes, many of the top clans in the Ancestral Land followed the Martial Ancestor's example when raising their descendants.
"Although this made them far more likely to perish along the way, those who matured all became pillars of the Human Race.
"Shi Changfeng, His Majesty the Martial Ancestor's eldest grandson, was raised that way..."
After leaving Ascension City, Xuantian continued traveling across the Primordial Continent. The various heavens were no longer of much use to his cultivation.
Ying City was a city Houtu of the Witch Race had established on the continent. Situated near the Blood Sea, it was a necessary stop for ordinary cultivators seeking to enter the Netherworld.
Hunyuan-level beings, on the other hand, had extensive connections and could enter the Netherworld Underworld through other channels to attend to necessary matters.
The Golden Crow sank in the west, and the Moon Rabbit rose. A bright moon hung in the sky, its light spilling across the land and bathing it in a beautiful silvery glow.
Xuantian had been in the city for over half a month. "Whoosh..."
In an instant, Xuantian entered a purple black hole, then stepped into the boundless River of Time.
Droplets fell forward before him, and an immense river flowed into view. He could see neither its end ahead nor its source behind. It was so vast that Xuantian could not make it out clearly, like a boundless ocean beyond description.
Moreover, this river was unfathomably mysterious. Each drop recorded the life of a living being: birth, aging, sickness, and death, the countless facets of existence, all beyond words. Some lives were heroic, others tragic or joyful. Some went smoothly, while others were fraught with hardship and injustice. Every life was different.
As he strolled through the River of Time, he dared not study