Outside Dongling City.
In the boundless snowfields,
Jiang Ning heard Xia Xuanyan's words
and immediately understood his true intentions.
Xia Xuanyan had not come to recruit him into the Primordial Yellow Grotto-Heaven. He wanted Jiang Ning's gifts and potential passed down to future generations.
The higher a martial artist climbed, the higher his level of life became. Though bearing children grew increasingly difficult, each child was often all the more exceptional.
Even if a child could not surpass a gifted father in talent or potential, the inheritance of his bloodline and natural aptitude often gave the child a measure of his brilliance.
With better guidance and greater resources, the child might even surpass the father.
Jiang Ning knew he had reached the realm of nine blood exchanges and become a legend of the Martial Dao.
His life and bloodline had transcended the ordinary and entered the sacred realm.
His descendants would surely inherit some of his physique, natural aptitude, and bloodline.
That was what Xia Xuanyan wanted.
He wanted Jiang Ning to seek a way to survive and devote himself to raising his children.
As the thought flashed through Jiang Ning's mind, his resolve only hardened.
What Xia Xuanyan had just revealed also set his mind further at ease.
He still had plenty of time.
One more step would bring him to the peak of the Grandmaster realm.
After that, if he brought his essence, qi, and spirit into perfect balance, he could enter the first-rank Primordial Unity realm.
Whether he climbed higher in the Martial Dao or achieved breakthroughs in his techniques, his strength would continue to grow.
As his foundations deepened, he believed that one day he could make his body boundless, his spirit unfettered, and his True Spirit one with itself—growing and rising without limit until he