Time flew by.
That day, Lu Changsheng's twenty-second child was born.
Like most children, he was without a Spiritual Root.
Now, for a child to be without Spiritual Root, Lu Changsheng had grown accustomed to it, completely without expectation.
If the child had a Spiritual Root, it would be a pleasant surprise.
However.
Surprises like that tend to arrive so suddenly, so unexpectedly.
One month later, when Lu Changsheng's twenty-third child was born, he was seized by a deeply mystical tremor.
It was the tremor of the child having a Spiritual Root.
Moreover, this particular tremor gave him an indescribable sense of mystery throughout his body.
It gave Lu Changsheng a premonition.
His Spiritual Root had advanced!
With the addition of this child's Spiritual Root, his own had risen from a Ninth Grade to an Eighth Grade.
At that instant, a system notification sound rang out.
