Heavenly Saint Body! Ten Thousand Daos Perfected!

"Heavenly Saint!" "My physical body has finally broken through to the Heavenly Saint level as well." "And it took a mere three years!" Lu Changsheng murmured softly. Three years! Taking merely three years to elevate his physical body to the Heavenly Saint level was simply inconceivable. One had to realize that for a Heavenly Saint martial artist seeking to become a Martial Dao Sovereign, the physical body was the single most vital, indispensable link. The body had to be tempered to the Heavenly Saint level. Yet this hurdle proved far too daunting for nearly every Heavenly Saint. After all, ever since reaching the Divine Treasury, Heavenly Saints had largely ceased tempering their physical bodies. To elevate the body to the Heavenly Saint level meant virtually starting from scratch along the path of body tempering. And to temper it all the way to Heavenly Saint—how difficult would that be? For many martial artists, merely attaining the Heavenly Saint realm was fraught with a thousand perils. How much harder, then, was the path of the physical body, which was a hundred times more arduous than the path of the Heavenly Saint? Consequently, the vast majority of Heavenly Saint martial artists had essentially reached their ceiling. Their path of cultivation had reached its utter limit. More than ninety-nine percent of Heavenly Saints harbored no real hopes of ever becoming a Martial Dao Sovereign. This was precisely why Martial Dao Sovereigns were so exceedingly rare compared to Heavenly Saints. Having even one in a hundred would be considered remarkable. Yet the most crucial and difficult hurdle between Heavenly Saint and Martial Dao Sovereign had now been crossed by Lu Changsheng. Moreover, it had taken him a mere three years. What were three years? Even if it took thirty thousand years to elevate a physical body to the Heavenly Saint level, countless Heavenly Saints would be driven wild with joy. "Immortal Blood..." Lu Changsheng murmured softly. He no longer had any Immortal Blood left in his hands. It had completely fused into his flesh and blood, becoming an indelible part of his physical form. Lu Changsheng's body already exhibited a faint tendency of transforming toward the Giant Spirit race. Yet it was merely a tendency. Lu Changsheng, after all, was not of the Giant Spirit race. He was human! Furthermore, he had pioneered his own Flesh Martial Dao, immersing himself profoundly in the ways of flesh and blood. Not to mention, he had previously spent one million comprehension points to deduce the Immortal Blood, completely unraveling its secrets and analyzing it through and through. Thus, even though Lu Changsheng had refined the Immortal Blood, he had subjugated it entirely to his own will, allowing it to propel his physical body directly into the Heavenly Saint realm! "There is still room for my physical body to improve further." "According to the Giant Spirit race, the next step beyond this is a Giant Spirit King!" "However, I have no need to become a Giant Spirit King. I am human, and the foundation of my cultivation remains the Martial Dao. I walk the path of the Unified True Self. Therefore, I can already attempt the Unified True Self, thoroughly fusing my Martial Dao, physical body, and Dao body to push toward Martial Dao Sovereign!" Lu Changsheng estimated that attempting a breakthrough to Martial Dao Sovereign now would not pose much difficulty. As for the probability of success, it was likely over eighty percent! That was a terrifying success rate. With odds like that, it essentially meant his road to becoming a Martial Dao Sovereign was already secure. Whenever he wished, he could ascend to Martial Dao Sovereign at any moment. However, Lu Changsheng could not yet advance. He still had an agreement with the Martial Ancestor. "My ten thousand martial daos..." Lu Changsheng took a look. Over these three years, he had devoted his full efforts to cultivating his physical body, but he had not abandoned his Martial Dao. Besides, his martial daos were being cultivated by his clones. The stronger his physical body grew, the more clones he could produce. Furthermore, after his comprehension transformed into "Peerless Through the Ages," he needed only a single year to cultivate any given martial dao to perfection. As a result, across three years, he had brought a total of only two hundred martial daos to perfection. "I remember in the first year, my physical body could still only separate out fifty clones." "In the second year, as my physical body improved, the number jumped, but not by very much." "As for the third year, I could only manage around a hundred clones in total." "Now that my physical body has broken through to the Heavenly Saint level, how many clones can I produce?" Lu Changsheng felt a trace of anticipation. The clones he needed were not mere phantoms possessing a sliver of strength, but bodies capable of bearing at least one complete martial dao. At the Earth Saint level, his clones had scaled from fifty to one hundred, with one hundred being essentially the limit. To produce more, his physical body had to break through. And now, it had. "Divide!" The next moment, clones began splitting off from Lu Changsheng's body. One after another, their numbers multiplied, too numerous to count. Before long, they nearly filled the entire cave abode. One hundred, three hundred, five hundred, eight hundred, one thousand... The number of physical clones reached one thousand, nearly ten times what he could manage before. Yet it did not stop there. His clones continued to multiply. One thousand, two thousand, three thousand... In the end, Lu Changsheng produced a full three thousand clones. Perhaps he could have managed a dozen or so more, but that made little difference, so he settled on a round number. Three thousand clones! "Every one of these clones can bear a martial dao! That means their strength is quite formidable as well." "With just these three thousand clones, I could probably sweep across the entire Ancient Region of the past..." A thought crossed Lu Changsheng's mind. Back in the Northern Region or the Ancient Region, had he possessed three thousand clones like these, he could have swept through everything and stood completely invincible. Of course, once one's cultivation reached the level of Heavenly Saint, Martial Dao Sovereign, or Martial Ancestor, sheer numbers lost their meaning. No matter how many there were, a single breath could extinguish them all. Yet for Lu Changsheng, having a multitude of clones held immense significance. They could help him cultivate the Martial Dao! "Three thousand clones, each cultivating one martial dao." "Each martial dao takes one year to reach perfection." "Out of ten thousand martial daos, nine thousand eight hundred remain. It will take only a little over three years to bring them all to perfection." Lu Changsheng did a brief calculation. A little over three years was not long at all. In fact, it was extraordinarily brief. A single session of secluded cultivation would pass in the blink of an eye. "Then I shall continue my seclusion." "I must also urge Elder Feng to keep collecting martial dao fragments." "After all, martial dao fragments increase comprehension points. Now that the attribute panel has the Comprehension Deduction function, one can never have too many comprehension points." Lu Changsheng made up his mind. Taking advantage of this period where all three Martial Ancestors supported him without reservation, offering whatever he desired, Lu Changsheng showed no false modesty. He asked directly for massive quantities of martial dao fragments. With the influence of the three sacred grounds, scouring the entire Immortal Martial World was no difficult task. He naturally had to seize such an opportunity. Otherwise, if he had to gather fragments all by himself, how long would it take? And so, time slipped away, and a little over three years passed in a flash. Most of Lu Changsheng's martial daos had reached perfection, with only a few remaining. Many of his clones had already been recalled. *Buzz.* Suddenly, Lu Changsheng's entire body trembled faintly. Immediately after, an epiphany struck him, and he sensed something at once. "Retract." Instantly, the final few clones were completely recalled. The moment they returned, Lu Changsheng's ten thousand martial daos reached total perfection. "Finally perfected..." Lu Changsheng murmured under his breath. At this moment, Lu Changsheng no longer possessed a single shortcoming at the Heavenly Saint level. In terms of the physical body, he had refined the blood of the Giant Spirit Ancestor, reaching the Heavenly Saint level. Even among Heavenly Saints, his physical strength was overwhelmingly formidable. In terms of the Martial Dao, he was the Master of Ten Thousand Daos, possessing a full ten thousand martial daos, all brought to perfection. In terms of his Dao body, he was even more terrifying, able to fuse his physical body and Dao body to form the Phenomenal Image of Heaven and Earth. Back when his ten thousand martial daos had not yet reached perfection and his physical body was only at the Earth Saint level, unleashing the Phenomenal Image of Heaven and Earth had already allowed him to erupt with power rivaling a Martial Dao Sovereign. As for now, even Lu Changsheng himself was uncertain just how terrifyingly strong he would be if he manifested the Phenomenal Image of Heaven and Earth once more. Not to mention, he still possessed the Dao-Shattering Method! That was a desperate measure reserved for critical moments, capable of multiplying his combat strength tenfold or even a hundredfold in an instant! Lu Changsheng was now powerful from every conceivable angle, without a single flaw or vulnerability. At the Heavenly Saint level, he could proudly call out to the world: *who could stand against him?* Of course, Lu Changsheng understood full well that his adversaries were no longer the Heavenly Saints of the Immortal Martial World. His true rivals were the mighty entities lurking within the boundless, mist-shrouded Boundary Sea—terrifying beings like the Kui Cow and the Zhuolong. The next moment, Lu Changsheng brought up his attribute panel. Over the past three years, he had done far more than merely raise his cultivation and attain immense combat strength. More importantly, by continuously refining martial dao fragments, he had nearly scoured the entire Immortal Martial World clean, acquiring an astronomical pool of comprehension points. Host: Lu Changsheng Comprehension: 62,680,000 (Peerless Through the Ages) Infinite Martial Dao: Master of Ten Thousand Daos (Perfection) Flesh Martial Dao: Eight Growths Comprehension Deduction: Can consume large amounts of comprehension to deduce On Lu Changsheng's attribute panel, his comprehension points had already exceeded sixty million! It was an astonishing figure. In truth, adding the prior three years, a total of six years had passed. In the beginning, Lu Changsheng could still obtain some Earth Saint-level martial dao fragments, but later there were none left, leaving only Martial Saint-level fragments, which eventually dwindled as well. Thus, the claim that the three sacred grounds had scoured the Immortal Martial World clean of martial dao fragments to deliver them to Lu Changsheng was no exaggeration. It was pure fact! With over sixty million comprehension points, Lu Changsheng felt thoroughly at ease. He could save those points until they reached one hundred million, triggering another qualitative leap in comprehension. And even if he chose not to hoard them, should he encounter trouble in the Boundary Sea that required sharper insight, he could always rely on Comprehension Deduction. It served as a foolproof safeguard. His physical body, Dao body, Martial Dao, comprehension, and everything else had nearly reached the pinnacle. He was without a single weakness. With these thoughts in mind, Lu Changsheng knew it was time to end his seclusion. He also had to fulfill the promise he had made to the Martial Ancestor. "Elder Feng, I am ready to exit seclusion." Lu Changsheng contacted Elder Feng directly. Over these past years, he had consistently liaised with Elder Feng and grown quite familiar with him. *Boom.* Lu Changsheng took a single step forward, leaving his cave abode to stand amidst the empty void. "This void... is truly fragile." Lu Changsheng faintly sensed a difference. The spatial void of the Immortal Martial World seemed extraordinarily delicate. In the past, Lu Changsheng had never experienced such a feeling. But upon emerging this time, his strength had increased by far more than tenfold—far more than a hundredfold, even! A rise in strength naturally shifted one's perception. Previously, he had felt that the sky was high and the world broad, free for birds to soar. But now, he realized that the Immortal Martial World was simply too fragile. The limit of Heavenly Saint was essentially the world's apex. What about a Martial Dao Sovereign further above? Every gesture from such a figure could level cities, shatter the earth, shake the heavens, and fracture the void. The destruction they wreaked was simply too immense. *Boom.* Lu Changsheng tossed out a casual punch. Instantly, the void fractured. It shattered outright, the fabric of space proving as brittle as a mirror, even forming a massive, pitch-black spatial vortex. That casual punch from Lu Changsheng wrought tremendous devastation, sending shockwaves across the entire Jidao Sacred Ground. Countless martial artists—Martial Saints, Earth Saints, and even Heavenly Saints—raised their heads toward the void, their faces overcome with shock. "What is that?" "What terrifying might! Could it be one of the Sovereigns?" "A Sovereign? Quite likely! Only a Martial Dao Sovereign could wield such overwhelming power, right?" "That figure looks somewhat familiar. Which senior or Sovereign Elder is it?" "He... he looks like Senior Brother Lu Changsheng." "True Disciple Lu Changsheng?" "The number one Heavenly Saint of all time? Hasn't he vanished from sight for six whole years?" "Indeed. Ever since True Disciple Lu returned to Jidao Sacred Ground from the Tower of Heaven, he hasn't shown himself for six years, seemingly in secluded cultivation the entire time. Has he finally emerged?" "Could True Disciple Lu have attained Martial Dao Sovereign?" "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How long has it been since True Disciple Lu became a Heavenly Saint? Not even ten years! How could he possibly have become a Martial Dao Sovereign?" "If he isn't a Martial Dao Sovereign, how could True Disciple Lu unleash such a terrifying blow? Which Heavenly Saint could ever possess such monstrous might?" Many were at a loss for words. A Martial Dao Sovereign! That strike had clearly reached the tier of power belonging to a Martial Dao Sovereign. Could a Heavenly Saint truly unleash such a dreadful blow? Even sensing Lu Changsheng's aura from afar exerted a crushing, suffocating pressure upon them, as though they were being suppressed in every aspect. That was a sensation they typically experienced only when facing a Martial Dao Sovereign. If Lu Changsheng was not a Martial Dao Sovereign, what was he? "True Disciple Lu." Just then, a familiar voice drifted over. Lu Changsheng turned and found his old acquaintance, Elder Feng! Over the past six years, how many martial dao fragments had Elder Feng gathered for him? Moreover, aside from martial dao fragments, numerous treasures and resources for tempering the physical body had also passed through Elder Feng's hands to reach Lu Changsheng. The two had become exceptionally well-acquainted. "Elder Feng, you've arrived just in time. I have a question," Lu Changsheng said, pointing toward the void, unable to resist asking, "Is the space of the Immortal Martial World always this fragile?" "Fragile?" Elder Feng stared at Lu Changsheng in bewilderment, his expression filled with astonishment! Seeing Lu Changsheng shatter space earlier had not surprised Elder Feng. He was privy to certain secrets regarding Lu Changsheng. He knew that six years ago, before entering seclusion—or rather, when clearing the ninth floor of the Tower of Heaven—Lu Changsheng already possessed methods to unleash the power of a Martial Dao Sovereign. A Sovereign's power could certainly shatter space. However, at that time, Lu Changsheng had not perceived the space of the Immortal Martial World as fragile. To a Heavenly Saint, the space of the Immortal Martial World was remarkably stable; how could it possibly feel fragile? Only a Martial Dao Sovereign would ever find it so! Yet Elder Feng could sense it with utter clarity. With a single glance, he knew Lu Changsheng was not a Martial Dao Sovereign. His physical body, Dao body, and Martial Dao had not yet fully fused; he remained a Heavenly Saint. Furthermore, the intention of the three Martial Ancestors was to prevent Lu Changsheng from rushing into becoming a Martial Dao Sovereign for the time being. And yet, while still a Heavenly Saint, Lu Changsheng found the space of the Immortal Martial World fragile. It was downright unbelievable! Taking a deep breath, Elder Feng spoke slowly, "True Disciple Lu, if you truly feel that the space of the Immortal Martial World is fragile, there is only one explanation." "You may not be a Martial Dao Sovereign right now, but you are more than a match for one." "Because only a Martial Dao Sovereign would perceive the space of the Immortal Martial World as fragile. In truth, the world's space is not frail at all; it is frail only in comparison to a Martial Dao Sovereign." "If a Martial Dao Sovereign remains in the Immortal Martial World, every movement must be executed with extreme caution, lest exerting slightly too much force shatter space and cause catastrophic devastation. This is precisely why many Martial Dao Sovereigns head toward the Boundary Sea." "Within the Immortal Martial World, a Martial Dao Sovereign simply cannot cut loose; it feels like having one's hands and feet tied. In truth, this is the limit of our world." "If even a Martial Dao Sovereign is so constrained, should a Martial Ancestor descend in true form, the entire world would be overwhelmed, bearing colossal pressure. With a single misstep, the world itself could crack and crumble." "Therefore, within the Boundary Sea, powerhouses at the Martial Ancestor and Mahayana levels are also known as World Breakers! As the name implies, Martial Ancestors and Mahayana experts possess the power to break worlds!" Lu Changsheng understood. The limit of the Immortal Martial World was, in fact, the Heavenly Saint realm. Upon reaching Martial Dao Sovereign, one became constrained. As for a Martial Ancestor, it went far beyond mere constraint—the world itself could collapse if they were not careful. Lu Changsheng now felt that the space of the Immortal Martial World was fragile, which was effectively the sensation of having his hands and feet tied. In other words, Lu Changsheng, while still possessing the body of a Heavenly Saint, truly rivaled a Martial Dao Sovereign! It was simply inconceivable. In the entire history of the Immortal Martial World, never had such a terrifying Heavenly Saint emerged. Lu Changsheng was truly the number one Heavenly Saint of the Immortal Martial World throughout all the ages! "Elder Feng, my secluded cultivation has concluded." "The reason I emerged this time is to have you report to the Martial Ancestor. I am essentially prepared, and ready to set out for the Boundary Sea at any moment!" Lu Changsheng said with solemn gravity. "Heading to the Boundary Sea..." Elder Feng sighed with profound emotion. Over these six years, he had watched Lu Changsheng cultivate in seclusion with his own eyes, growing stronger almost by the day. His physical body, Dao body, and Martial Dao had advanced across the board. The three Martial Ancestors were also well aware of his progress and kept close tabs on him. "Very well!" "True Disciple Lu, return to your cave abode for now and wait. I shall immediately send word to the Martial Ancestor..." Lu Changsheng nodded. He now understood his own level of strength, and testing it further within the constrained Immortal Martial World held little meaning. Thus, he returned directly to his cave abode to wait quietly. He did not have to wait long. By the very next day, Elder Feng returned to his cave abode. "True Disciple Lu, Martial Ancestor Gufu has decided to return in his true body to the Immortal Martial World to escort you to the Boundary Sea in person." "However, Martial Ancestor Gufu is currently far from the Immortal Martial World. It will take some time—roughly a year." "During this year or so, True Disciple Lu, you may settle any minor affairs and make your arrangements. Once Martial Ancestor Gufu's true body arrives, you can depart directly for the Boundary Sea." Elder Feng offered a detailed explanation. Martial Ancestor Gufu descending in his true body! Even the gathered Martial Dao Sovereigns would marvel at such news. They all understood the immense weight a Martial Ancestor carried. A Martial Ancestor's significance within the Boundary Sea far exceeded what many in the Immortal Martial World could imagine. In the Immortal Martial World, many believed a Martial Dao Sovereign was only a single step away from a Martial Ancestor—separated merely by one realm. Even if a disparity existed, they assumed it was not excessively vast. Yet that assumption was entirely wrong. A Martial Ancestor represented the pinnacle of power within the Boundary Sea, standing at the very summit above all living beings. They were the anchoring pillars of the Immortal Martial World! Amidst the myriad races and billions of worlds throughout the Boundary Sea, establishing a firm foothold required the presence of a powerhouse at the Martial Ancestor level. Of course, the three Martial Ancestors of the Immortal Martial World were far from ordinary; otherwise, the Immortal Martial World would not have derived its renown from them. Beyond the three Martial Ancestors, the world also possessed several Mahayana cultivators. In terms of cultivation realm, Mahayana and Martial Ancestor were equivalent, yet the Immortal Martial World was still led by the three Martial Ancestors. The reason was simple: sheer strength! The might of the three Martial Ancestors surpassed those Mahayana figures. In the Boundary Sea, when the Immortal Martial World clashed with other worlds, it was often the three Martial Ancestors who delivered the final, decisive blow! To have a Martial Ancestor rush back to the Immortal Martial World in his true body solely to escort Lu Changsheng was a level of treatment unseen even among Martial Dao Sovereigns. What was more, Lu Changsheng had not even become a Martial Dao Sovereign yet. "One year?" Lu Changsheng pondered for a moment and nodded. Calculating the time, it was indeed time for him to return and take a look. After all, in name, he still held a sect: the Holy Land Heavenly Sect. "Very well. In that one year, I shall settle some minor affairs." Elder Feng asked, "Do you need me to accompany you?" Lu Changsheng shook his head. "There is no need to trouble you, Elder Feng. If there is anything I cannot resolve, I can simply transmit a message to you." Elder Feng nodded. "That works as well. Given your current strength, virtually no one in the Immortal Martial World—not even a Martial Dao Sovereign—could easily harm you, and Martial Dao Sovereigns rarely show themselves in the Immortal Martial World anyway." "However, do not lose track of time. In about a year, you must return to Jidao Sacred Ground." "Understood," Lu Changsheng agreed. With that, Elder Feng departed from the cave abode, leaving Lu Changsheng alone. He needed to consider where to go first. The Northern Region, the Ancient Region, Saint Star City, Jidao Sacred Ground... Along the way, Lu Changsheng had experienced a great deal. In a year's time, he would depart for the Boundary Sea, and returning to the Immortal Martial World in the near future would likely be out of the question. Ten years? A hundred years? Or perhaps even thousands, tens of thousands of years before he could return? It was indeed time to revisit those places from his past. "I'll head to Saint Star City first..." After all, he had acquaintances like Ancestor Chen there, and the Hundred Flowers Sect still required looking after. Without further delay, Lu Changsheng left his cave abode and headed straight for Saint Star City. *** Saint Star City, Hundred Flowers Sect. Ever since the sect's grounds had been leveled by Bloodfire Ancestor in the past, the Hundred Flowers Sect had withered away, leaving behind only a handful of disciples. Although the mountain gate had been rebuilt and they enjoyed the protection of Ancestor Chen, the Hundred Flowers Sect continued to decline with each passing day. Zhang Ling, the sect master of the Hundred Flowers Sect, remained a Martial Saint. Though she had reached the peak of the Martial Saint realm, attaining Earth Saint was by no means an easy task. Advancing from Martial Saint to Earth Saint required deity fragments. Given the current foundations of the Hundred Flowers Sect, there were no surplus deity fragments to "squander" on her. With her innate talent, without a massive quantity of deity fragments, she would likely never achieve the Earth Saint realm, remaining a mere Martial Saint for the rest of her life. And a Martial Saint could never lead the Hundred Flowers Sect back to glory. From time to time, a figure would surface in Zhang Ling's mind, deeply etched into her memory. "If he were here, perhaps the Hundred Flowers Sect wouldn't be in this state..." Zhang Ling shook her head with a self-deprecating smile. Her own capabilities were lacking. Yet someone as brilliantly gifted as he was—how could he possibly remain cooped up in a tiny sect like the Hundred Flowers Sect? "Sect Master." "After so many years, you are still in the Martial Saint realm." "It seems you have encountered a bottleneck..." Just then, a familiar voice drifted into Zhang Ling's ears. *Whoosh.* Zhang Ling turned around instantly, her gaze locking onto a figure standing not far away. That figure was so extraordinarily familiar. "Elder... Elder Lu!" "You're back?" Zhang Ling was beside herself with joy. With Lu Changsheng's return, the Hundred Flowers Sect would have something to lean on once more! "I merely came back to have a look," Lu Changsheng said, stepping forward through the air, one stride at a time. Upon returning from Jidao Sacred Ground to Saint Star City, his first order of business had been to visit the Hundred Flowers Sect. The sect had indeed rebuilt its mountain gate. Yet with a brief sweep of his senses, Lu Changsheng could tell that it still amounted to no more than a meager handful of disciples. Far from regaining its vitality, it had declined even further. "Elder Lu, I have disappointed you." "In my hands, the Hundred Flowers Sect has no hope of prosperity." "My cultivation is too low to sustain the Hundred Flowers Sect within Saint Star City..." Zhang Ling looked dejected. Her failure to attain Earth Saint had always been an aching thorn in her heart. Without reaching Earth Saint, the Hundred Flowers Sect remained like duckweed without roots, liable to suffer setbacks at any moment and fall into irreversible ruin. Even with Ancestor Chen's protection, if the sect could not grow on its own, Ancestor Chen could not prop them up indefinitely. Lu Changsheng knew that with Zhang Ling's talent, breaking through to Earth Saint was indeed an uphill battle, to say nothing of Heavenly Saint. In this lifetime, reaching Heavenly Saint was an utter impossibility for her. "Sect Master, I only stopped by to see how things were on this trip." "I will be departing shortly, and once I leave, I likely will not return for a very long time." "As the Supreme Elder of the Hundred Flowers Sect, I naturally cannot do nothing at all." "Sect Master, I possess a branch of Flesh Martial Dao that allows me to create blood scions with a drop of blood." "With my full assistance, I can forge a blood scion at the Earth Saint level." "However, once you become a blood scion, you will only be able to cultivate the Flesh Martial Dao. Furthermore, although I have elevated the Flesh Martial Dao to Eight Growths, rivaling a Heavenly Saint, that was achieved through certain rare external treasures. Without such treasures, you would most likely remain an Earth Saint for the rest of your life." "If you are unwilling to become a blood scion, I can also gather enough deity fragments to help you cultivate to Earth Saint. Thus, the choice is yours to make," Lu Changsheng stated calmly. He gave Zhang Ling two options. Either accept his blood, transform into a blood scion, and ascend to the heavens in a single bound. Or receive a large stash of deity fragments from him, though success was not guaranteed. After all, even with ample deity fragments, she would still need to fathom them through her own comprehension. Zhang Ling did not hesitate for long. She jerked her head up, her mind firmly made up! "I choose... to become a blood scion!" Zhang Ling's expression turned solemn, each word spoken with resolute finality! Lu Changsheng smiled. The most valuable trait in a person was self-awareness. Clearly, Zhang Ling had made the right choice.