East Courtyard.
In the distance, the rising sun climbed over the horizon, morning clouds blanketed the sky, and the heavens were painted red.
Jiang Ning glanced at the newborn sun, then rose to his feet.
"Time to go to work!"
At the words "go to work," the corners of his mouth could not help but curl into a smile.
Those words reminded him of all sorts of unpleasant memories from his previous life, of his life as a beast of burden.
Thinking of that, he felt even more satisfied with his life in this world.
Though material goods were not as abundant in this life, and there were not as many forms of entertainment.
Cultivating Martial Dao, feeling his strength rise step by step, and the satisfaction of mighty power returning to one body made him tireless in his pursuit.
In his view, the path of Martial Dao was a path of individual independence and transcendence, a path of transformation and sublimation for living beings.
The further one walked upon the path of Martial Dao, the less different one became from the immortals and gods of legend.
Take that Martial Saint who had overshadowed the world for eight hundred years—his lifespan had neared a thousand years.
That lifespan alone was no different from that of an immortal god.
To Jiang Ning, though the path of Martial Dao could not grant immortality, a lifespan nearing a thousand years alone filled him with boundless longing.
Longevity!
Those two words had long since been carved into humanity's genes in his previous life.
Over thousands of years of history in his previous life, countless emperors had yearned for longevity and failed to obtain it.
Even that emperor of the ages had met an early death in pursuit of longevity.
Though the path of Martial