The Immortal Palace Pavilion, famed for its fine wines, was one of the Holy City's eight great restaurants, backed by a certain Holy Land in the Eastern Wasteland.
Lu Chen ordered two pots of Millennium Vintage and an assortment of rare delicacies, then drank with Divine Silkworm Daoist.
Although this son of an Ancient Emperor looked drunk and muddleheaded, the truth was certainly not what it seemed on the surface.
"An extraordinary young man. Yuan Gu was Yuan Huang's eighth-generation descendant, with imperial blood so rich it rivaled that of an Ancient Emperor's own son, yet he lost to you."
Divine Silkworm Daoist spoke little and focused on drinking. It was the old King serving as his guardian who kept the conversation going.
"Bloodline doesn't determine everything." Lu Chen smiled faintly. "Ultimately, achievement depends on the individual. Physique, wisdom, experience, temperament, profound arts, fortune-all these factors together determine how far someone can go."
Having reached his present level with an ordinary body, he understood this deeply. Bloodline and physique had played no significant part in his progress.
"Bloodline really doesn't amount to much!" Divine Silkworm Daoist murmured, his gaze hazy.
"Some things have both benefits and drawbacks." Lu Chen lifted his wine cup and slowly turned it. "A powerful bloodline is both an aid and a shackle. Throughout history, almost no emperor's own child has succeeded in attaining the Dao."
The old King from Divine Silkworm Ridge paused, then turned to look at Divine Silkworm Daoist and sighed. "Indeed."
From the Mythological Era to the Primordial Era, then the Desolate Ancient Era, all the way to the present, not one emperor's own child had attained the Dao.
Of course, Great Emperor Wushi was an exception. His mother's innate Dao embryo and his father's sacred body had complemented each other perfectly,