The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 389 Boundless Speculation (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Murong Longcheng said, "Sages are immortal and indestructible, living as long as heaven and earth, shining as brightly as the sun and moon. Why would they reincarnate? Moreover, their memories are not unlocked, their supernatural powers are gone, and they have to start cultivating from scratch?"

"To live as long as heaven and earth, to shine as brightly as the sun and moon?" Zhao Ti suddenly frowned, an absurd idea rising in his mind.

“It means to live as long as heaven and earth…” Murong Longcheng said, his expression suddenly changing drastically: “Junior brother?”

Zhao Ti looked at Murong Longcheng with a peculiar gaze: "Senior brother, you've thought of that too? What if heaven and earth cease to exist, and the sun and moon are destroyed?"

"This, this is unlikely, isn't it?" Murong Longcheng's expression was extremely ugly: "The so-called heaven and earth refer to the four directions, and throughout history, the universe has been called the universe. The sun and moon are called the stars in the sky. How, how could they not be subject to destruction?"

Zhao Ti remained silent, resting his chin on one hand and picking up his teacup with the other, taking a small sip.

"Moreover, the present world is a clear lineage from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, to the ancient Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and the Qin and Han emperors of the Middle Ages. There is no record of any destruction or destruction that occurred." Murong Longcheng also picked up his cup and gulped it down.

"That's precisely what's puzzling." Zhao Ti sighed softly. If it's a different world, then why is everything in the world now exactly the same as normal history, with clear inheritance, traceable lineage, and no faults to be found?
"Then what exactly happened?" Murong Longcheng said, "Junior brother, the more I think about it, the more confused I get. I'm even starting to doubt the authenticity of this dream."

Zhao Ti shook his head and said, "The dream is definitely real, but there must be some unpredictable secrets hidden within it, which we do not yet know."

“Junior brother, then…” Murong Longcheng scratched his head, his face full of melancholy.

"Why the rush, senior brother?" Zhao Ti laughed. "Since I've been having this dream all along, I might dream about the reason later."

"Will the dream continue?" Murong Longcheng took a breath: "I dreamt that after the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, my third junior brother was taken away by my master, and then soon after, the Investiture of the Gods was completed, and the world was at peace. I thought I would never dream of these things again, and there was a verse in the dream that told me about it."

"What verse?" Zhao Ti asked.

Murong Longcheng recited: "A misty fragrance rises amidst colorful clouds, and songs of celebration fill the streets to celebrate peace. Auspicious light from the North Pole envelops the land, and purple mist from the south surrounds the golden city. All the immortals ascend to their fruits today, and all the saints return to their former glory tomorrow. The eternal worship and sacrifices will continue, and from now on, may the nation be forever protected and its peace restored."

"Upon hearing this verse and seeing the end of the Investiture of the Gods, I thought to myself that I would never again dream of my past life."

“That’s not necessarily true.” Zhao Ti pondered, “Since my senior brother has been reincarnated, there must be some earth-shattering events that will happen, and I might still dream about him afterward.”

"That's great." Murong Longcheng breathed a sigh of relief: "The more I think about it, the more confused I become, and the more something seems wrong. I can't even eat or drink. If I can dream about it again and continue the story, it will be a good way to find the answer."

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "Senior brother, don't forget to tell me when the time comes; I'm curious too."

Murong Longcheng said, "How could I forget to tell you, Junior Brother? By the way, Junior Brother, I have now memorized countless Daoist techniques and supernatural abilities. This time, I have achieved great success. I have all the cultivation methods and techniques up to the Saint realm. I will tell you all of them."

"You have all the Daoist techniques and methods at the Saintly level?" Zhao Ti's lips curled up: "That's quite a lot, I'll have to trouble you, Senior Brother."

Murong Longcheng said, "Master is nowhere to be found right now. I have a duty to teach my junior brother. Junior brother, you don't need to be so polite with me."

Zhao Ti nodded: "Please explain in detail, Senior Brother."

Murong Longcheng then began to speak, and before he knew it, a night had passed, dawn had broken, and then another day had passed, and night had fallen again.

It wasn't until midnight, more than a day and a night later, that Murong Longcheng finally finished speaking.

Zhao Ti possessed a photographic memory and could remember everything he heard, memorizing the vast array of Taoist teachings, countless spells, and immeasurable supernatural powers.

In the cultivation of magical power, after the twelfth level comes the Dao Palace realm, the Dao Palace has nine palaces, and the nine palaces can rotate as desired. Then comes the half-step saint realm, and only after the half-step saint realm can one become a saint.

He has now fully understood and knows all the paths to advancement, and the supernatural powers and spells he knows are endless. He just needs to cultivate step by step to advance.

For outsiders, even knowing these things would be incredibly difficult. Let alone a saint, even those at lower levels face immense challenges, with bottlenecks and obstacles, and it's hard to say how many levels they can overcome.

However, Zhao Ti is different. Zhao Ti has no bottlenecks in his cultivation; what he lacks is only the right path, experience, and accumulation.

Now that you have the experience and methods, the next step is to accumulate knowledge and skills. As long as you accumulate enough knowledge and skills, you can advance step by step.

Zhao Ti thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "Senior brother, does one need to absorb Primordial Purple Qi to become a saint?"

Murong Longcheng was slightly taken aback: "Junior brother actually knows about this matter, but it is neither necessary nor unnecessary, which is why I didn't mention it just now."

Zhao Ti asked, "Why is it both necessary and unnecessary?"

Murong Longcheng said, "It still depends on one's own cultivation and foundation. It is not necessarily the help of this energy. Only when there is really no other way will one think of using this energy to break through the realm and join the ranks of saints."

Zhao Ti nodded, understanding in his heart, and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Senior Brother. It has been more than a day and a night. Please go back and rest."

Murong Longcheng rose to take his leave. Zhao Ti watched him disappear, then pondered for a moment before heading to the inner quarters.

At this time, the moon was high in the sky, the stars filled the sky, and the Milky Way was brilliant. Zhao Ti looked at the sky and kept thinking.

Not to mention the ancient world, even the stars in the sky are exactly the same as in my memory. So what exactly happened to make it possible for the Supreme Primordial Beginning to reach the heavens, and even some immortals, Buddhas, and gods on the Investiture of the Gods to be reincarnated?
He walked and thought, but couldn't come up with any ideas. When he arrived at his bedroom, he saw a light on in the next room, and a slender figure was sitting behind a table by the window, seemingly writing or drawing something.

Zhao Ti paused slightly, then walked to the door of the house and asked, "Is Yan'er still awake?"

Wang Yuyan responded from inside the room: "Your Highness, I haven't rested. I'll open the door for you."

Then came the sound of light footsteps, and a few moments later the door opened, revealing a smiling face: "Your Highness, have you finished your official business?"

Zhao Ti nodded: "What are you doing in your room so late?"

Wang Yuyan said, "I couldn't sleep, so I drew some scenes from my dreams to look at."

Zhao Ti said, "A scene from a dream? Is it something from the Three Immortal Islands? Let me see." As he spoke, he walked into the house.

Wang Yuyan blinked: "Not only are there the Three Immortal Islands, but also two younger sisters and the senior brother from my dreams."

"Oh?" Zhao Ti walked to the table by the window and saw a scroll spread out on the table, depicting island scenery and figures.

The Three Immortals Island was shrouded in mist, resembling a fairyland. The island was covered with rare herbs and flowers, and had clear streams and waterfalls. The cave in the center of the island was the place where the Three Immortals cultivated.

At this moment, the three women were admiring flowers and watching butterflies in front of the cave. The fairy in the white dress who looked quite similar to Wang Yuyan should be Yunxiao. The other two women had unfamiliar appearances and should be Qiongxiao and Bixiao.

In the distance, on the sea and in the sky, a black tiger was flying in on the wind. This black tiger was completely black, powerful and majestic, riding the clouds and mist with an extraordinary aura. On the back of the black tiger sat a burly man, about nine feet tall, with a black face and thick beard, wearing an iron crown, holding an iron whip, riding the black tiger, wearing golden armor and a black robe, and green boots.

Behind his head, twenty-four bright pearls shone with precious light, clustered together like twenty small moons, dazzlingly radiant.

Wang Yuyan came to the side and said softly, "Your Highness, this is the senior brother Zhao Gongming from my dream. He is known to the outside world as Zhao Da."

“Zhao Da?” Zhao Ti’s gaze fell on Zhao Gongming’s appearance, and for some reason, he looked somewhat familiar.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly narrowed his eyes. How could his appearance be somewhat similar to the portrait of Emperor Taizu in the palace?
"Our eldest brother was a righteous man. In the dream, my two sisters and I had been taken care of by him since we became disciples of Biyou Palace. So when he was in trouble, the three of us immediately left the island to avenge him, but we were tragically killed by the Primordial Heavenly Venerable..."

“Zhao Gongming…” Zhao Ti nodded: “Zhao Da? Why is he called Zhao Da? Does he have any brothers?”

Wang Yuyan said, "The eldest brother has three brothers, and the second brother Zhao Guang and the third brother Zhao Ying are all cultivating in the mortal world and establishing a family of immortals."

Zhao Ti thought about it and realized that there was indeed such a saying among the people. His second brother, Zhao Lang, also known as Zhao Guang, and his third brother, Zhao Ying, were also associated with the Taoist pantheon in some legends, but their fame was not as widespread as that of Zhao Gongming.

"Well done." Zhao Ti smiled. "It seems that the Three Immortal Islands are indeed like immortal islands."

Wang Yuyan said, "I just don't know where the Three Immortal Islands of my past life are. I'd like to go and take a look, but I'm afraid they're not in this world."

Zhao Ti turned to look at her: "Yan'er, what makes you say that?"

Wang Yuyan said, "The Supreme Being and the Primordial Beginning in their previous lives were both at the Saint level, immortal and indestructible. The Investiture of the Gods is also a top-tier magical artifact acquired later. With our names engraved on it, our souls were bound, and how could we possibly escape? The Yin and Zhou dynasties have only been around for a little over two thousand years, so it is certain that the people of the Chan Sect would not release us. Moreover, if my great-grandfather was the reincarnation of the Primordial Beginning, it must be because there was a problem in that world, and even the Saints suffered. That's why the Investiture of the Gods was destroyed, and we were able to escape."

Zhao Ti thought for a moment: "Couldn't something have happened in the two thousand years after the Investiture of the Gods?"

Wang Yuyan said, "Sages are the rulers of heaven and earth, and above them is the Heavenly Dao. These are indestructible and indestructible beings. Not to mention that they are unlikely to perish, even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance of them being destroyed, if they were to face a crisis or a life-or-death battle, they would not be able to withstand it for two thousand years. In the primordial era, a great battle often lasted for tens or hundreds of thousands of years. A thousand years is nothing more than a fleeting moment in the eyes of a sage, let alone a Golden Immortal. Moreover..."

“What else?” Zhao Ti asked.

“Moreover, if it really happened two thousand years later, how could there be no record in the secular world? Such a major event as the destruction of a sage, I'm afraid the secular world would no longer exist, right?” Wang Yuyan said with a serious expression.

“But how do we explain the current world?” Zhao Ti said, “History is the same, the mountains and rivers have not changed, the stars and the sun and moon are the same as in ancient books, and human affairs can be traced back to ancient times.”

Wang Yuyan pondered, "I haven't figured this out either, but after Master was defeated by the four sages in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, he said he would rebuild the Earth, Water, Fire and Wind. It seems that after this defeat, how can he face the Biyou Palace sect? He might as well go all the way and leave now, rebuild the Earth, Water, Fire and Wind, and change the world!"

“Then establish earth, water, fire, and wind…” Zhao Ti pondered for a moment, “but I still can’t explain why there are such identical situations in the world.”

Wang Yuyan said, "If only I could have another dream, then perhaps the later events would happen, and I would know what terrible things happened, that the sages were no more, the Investiture of the Gods was destroyed, and that immortals and gods were reincarnated."

Zhao Ti nodded and smiled, "Is Yan'er a Golden Immortal?"

Wang Yuyan looked at him: "He's a Golden Immortal, and a Great Luo Golden Immortal at that."

Zhao Ti took one of her jade-like hands and said, "So you're a fairy."

Wang Yuyan bit her lip lightly: "It's a pity we can't defeat a sage. A sage is a Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal, while the Dao Ancestor is a Primordial Boundless Grand Luo Golden Immortal. They are the embodiment of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, above all rules, the origin of Heaven and Earth, and the ancestor of all immortals..."

"A fairy is enough." Zhao Ti gently pulled Wang Yuyan into his arms, feeling her delicate fragrance and involuntarily lowering his head.

"Mmm..." After a moment, Zhao Ti raised his head, and Wang Yuyan's cheeks were as red as spring flowers in March. She murmured, "Your Highness, does Your Highness like fairies?"

Zhao Ti said, "Of course I like her. Who wouldn't like a fairy?"

Wang Yuyan hugged him tightly: "Yan'er will never leave Your Highness again, not even if my great-grandfather comes."

Zhao Ti put one arm around her slender waist and moved the other hand upwards. Wang Yuyan immediately let out a soft moan, her whole body went limp, and her eyes seemed to be filled with tears as she stared blankly at Zhao Ti.

Zhao Ti stroked her cheek and gently tapped it: "It's too late, Yan'er should rest."

Wang Yuyan seemed to wake up upon hearing this, and lowered her head shyly: "Your Highness, I, I'll go to sleep right away..."

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "Then go to sleep. I'm going back too. I have official business to attend to tomorrow morning."

Wang Yuyan nodded vigorously, reluctant to let go of him, and saw Zhao Ti out.

The next morning, Zhao Ti held a court meeting, which lasted all morning. After lunch, he asked Bai Zhan to lead the way to visit Zhao Ji in prison.

There were several different prisons in Zhuozhou City. Zhao Ji was imprisoned in the military prison not far behind the Jiedushi Mansion.

At this moment, he was not the only prisoner in the military prison; there were also some Liao army generals being imprisoned.

Upon reaching the innermost part of the military prison, they saw Zhao Ji bound to a pillar with a cowhide rope, a rag stuffed in his mouth, his eyes bloodshot, and his face pale and yellowish.

Zhou Tong and his men were guarding outside the cell. When they saw Zhao Ti approaching, they hurriedly bowed and said, "Your Highness."

Zhao Ti asked, "Has this disloyal and unfilial wretch ever realized his mistake?"

Zhou Tong's lips twitched, and he dared not answer. Inside, Zhao Ji saw Zhao Ti struggling and mumbled something incoherently.

Zhao Ti said, "Take the cloth out of your mouth."

Zhou Tong opened the prison door, went in, and pulled the cloth out of Zhao Ji's mouth. Zhao Ji immediately cried out, "Let me go at once! I want to go back to Tokyo!"

Zhao Ti said, "Weren't you going to make a name for yourself? Why do you want to go back now?"

"I...I'm going to report you to His Majesty, I'm going to report you to the Empress Dowager! You are ruthless and cruel, you harm your own brothers, and you want to use your military power to secretly harm me! I'm going to report you!" Zhao Ji cried out in panic.

Zhao Ti's expression turned cold: "I've heard that people with magic can usually escape even when bound. Only those with their collarbones pierced can be rendered unable to use magic or martial arts. Is that true?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ji was immediately startled, his face changed drastically, and his tone became weak: "Eighth Brother, I was wrong, I never intended to sue you. Please, Eighth Brother, be magnanimous and forgive me this time..."

(End of this chapter)