"Demon beasts lived far longer than cultivators."
"After reaching the third tier and embarking on the path to becoming a flood dragon, Little Green was the most likely to keep pace with me."
"Barring any accidents, it would stay by my side the longest."
"Even if it remained at the third tier all its life, Little Green would have a lifespan of nearly two thousand years, comparable to a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator."
"As I am now, I don't even have complete confidence in advancing myself, let alone helping Jiang Qiushui, Ji Ruyan, and the others."
"In a sense, it has already become my most important source of support, one that can accompany me the longest."
"I have to admit that, after embarking on the path to becoming a flood dragon, Little Green's value and importance have surpassed those of my concubines."
As he left the Spirit Beast Room, these thoughts flashed through Liu Yu's mind, leaving him marveling at the wonders of creation.
That was how demon beasts were: bloodline mattered above all else, even more fundamentally than a cultivator's spiritual root.
Less than a month remained before the Chang'an Plan began, but Liu Yu did not immediately resume cultivating.
Instead, he sat in a Grand Tutor Chair and considered what preparations remained unfinished and whether he had overlooked anything.
With the Instant Thousand-Mile Talisman and his various trump cards, he had a better chance of staying alive than an ordinary Golden Core Cultivator.
But he did not want to return alive only to find the foundations he had painstakingly built destroyed in a single stroke.
After thinking it over repeatedly, Liu Yu found that he had already done everything he could at present. He had overlooked nothing.
*"Then, before leaving, I'll make one last trip to the mortal