His descendants' Immortal Path was simply a continuation of his own.
Even if he himself could never reach the Golden Core realm, that didn't mean his descendants couldn't.
As long as his family endured, one day, a descendant would emerge who was talented enough to defy the heavens. They would reach that fabled state beyond the ravages of time, resurrect him, and help him walk the Immortal Path once more!
Li Chang'an had heard of this philosophy of cultivation before, but he didn't subscribe to it.
He didn't trust others; he trusted only himself.
Their philosophies on cultivation were incompatible.
Zheng Yuandao could only sigh.
"Daoist Li, have you no desire to leave behind descendants?"
"The time is not yet right."
Li Chang'an's voice was steady, though he evaded a direct answer.
Zheng Yuandao suddenly asked, "What do you think of Qingqing?"
"Hm?"
Li Chang'an froze. 'That's a bit too direct,' he thought.
