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

Chapter 441 Realm, Great Dream, Advancement (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

South of Yanjing City, in the central command tent of the Song army, dawn was approaching.

Zhao Ti slowly opened his eyes on the couch, a strange expression on his face, and reached out to touch his chin.

The experiences encountered on this journey to another world were subtly eerie.

How did I end up meeting another woman? This is really strange. Even if I'm lucky in love, I shouldn't be this lucky.

Qin Luofu, Zhuge Qingqing, Mochou, and now I know Yang Yao'er?

He was oblivious in that world, but now that he's back, he can see clearly that all four girls have feelings for him. Leaving aside the first three, even Yang Yao'er, whom he just met, has shown some affection for him.

Although his appearance remained unchanged, and he was still incredibly handsome and talented, he might not be able to attract a woman, especially a woman from a prominent family.

A woman from a prominent family, who has received a strict education since childhood and comes from an extraordinary background, is well-informed and knowledgeable. How could she possibly develop feelings for me after just a brief encounter?
Something's very wrong, extremely wrong!
Another strange thing is the Feathered Demon in the small crystal coffin. Why is it so obsessed with this thing?
Although this demon was exquisitely beautiful and incredibly attractive, firstly, it was a demon, secondly, it was a dead demon, and thirdly, this demon was only... the size of a palm. How could I be so infatuated? What was I thinking?

And what if the Feathered Spirit Demon were to be resurrected? It's hard to say!
Although I did not touch the other's body at all in that world as the crow had said, I still breathed on it twice when it was placed on the table and lying next to me to sleep.

This is the aura of a living being. It's hard to say whether it will affect this Feather Spirit Demon. Even a severed hand of a dead demon can have its own thoughts and come back to life, let alone a complete demon body.
However, he couldn't warn his past self in that world that if he were to revive the Little Demon, it might cause some trouble.

The worst thing is that if you become obsessed with this thing in that world, you might come back to life and be bewitched by it again, causing you to do wrong things.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes slightly. Extraterrestrial demons must be ruthless and untrustworthy. If they cannot be completely destroyed, it is best to stay away from them. But how can he make himself realize this in that world?
He pondered for a long time but couldn't come up with a solution, but at that moment his body suddenly began to boil.

It turned out that the Illusory Yin True Qi led a group of other internal forces to rush towards the last level of the Twelve-Story Tower. In just an instant, it had reached this level, and then it hovered above without stopping, forming a cloud-like barrier that separated it from the magical power.

Seeing this, Zhao Ti stopped thinking about the Feather Spirit Demon and began to observe the Illusionary Yin True Qi.

Now that Dao Wu has reached the Great Perfection of Chonglou, the next step in his magical power will be to reach the Dao Palace realm.

The Taoist palace is divided into nine levels: Mingtang Palace, Dongfang Palace, Ziwei Palace, Liuzhu Palace, Yudi Palace, Tianting Palace, Jizhen Palace, Xuandan Palace, and Taihuang Palace.

The Taoist Palace also has another name, Niwan Palace, as well as many other names such as the Source of Body Fluids, Jade Chamber of Soul Essence, Jade Chamber of Brain Blood, Cuiwei Palace, Yuanjue Sea, Zhongyi Palace, and Dharani Gate, all of which refer to this place.

After reaching the Great Perfection of the Twelve Levels of Magic Power, one enters the Dao Palace, where one can fly and traverse the earth, wielding supernatural powers.

Like a white rainbow soaring through the air, with three heads and six arms, and seventy-two transformations, these are all supernatural powers, not ordinary magic.

Every three palaces in the Dao Palace constitute a minor realm. Upon entering this realm, one can be called an immortal, and both one's magical power and lifespan will increase significantly.

A person who has completed the Three Palaces is a Celestial Immortal; a person who has completed the Six Palaces is a Golden Immortal; and a person who has completed the Nine Palaces is a Great Golden Immortal.

If one can obtain that mysterious opportunity and break through the ninth level of the Dao Palace, one will enter a completely new realm and be called a Primordial Golden Immortal, which is a saint.

The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and the two leaders of the Western Paradise are all Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortals, at the realm of saints.

This is the Daoist method, but after martial arts reach the Great Perfection of the Twelve Levels, one will enter the Profound Transformation Realm, no longer the same as the Daoist method, nor following the same path of advancement.

The Profound Transformation Realm, which follows the Twelve Levels of Martial Arts, is divided into ten levels, one more than the Dao Palace.

The first level of the Heavenly Skull represents the tempering of the skull.

The second imperial body represents the tempering of the torso.

The third dragon spine represents the tempering of one's spine.

The fourth level, the four poles, represents the tempering of the limbs.

The fifth layer of metal casting represents the forging of the outer layer.

The sixth level, Heavenly Tendon, represents the tempering of the fascia.

The seventh star bone represents the tempering of the bones.

The eighth level, the Divine Organs, represents the tempering of the internal organs.

The ninth level of Yuan Blood represents the tempering of blood.

The tenth spiritual aperture represents the tempering of acupoints.

Once one breaks through to the Spiritual Aperture Realm and reaches the Great Perfection of Profound Transformation, one receives a very special title.

It is hailed as achieving sainthood in the physical body!

To achieve sainthood through physical means is to refine one's flesh and blood into an immaculate divine body.

At that time, his punches were like an inverted Milky Way, and his feet moved mountains and rivers.

It can traverse time and space, shatter laws, and is impervious to all laws, and ward off all evil.

Flesh and blood shine together with the spirit; wherever the mind goes, all things follow.

No divine weapons or external skills are needed; one can use one's own body as a tripod, one's blood as a river, and one's bones as a monument.

It can be said that one stands above the heavens, watching the gods rise and fall, and falls into the depths of hell, yet remains indestructible through countless eons.

With a single thought, mountains and rivers are restored; in a single breath, time flows backward.

The so-called way of the sage is nothing more than the principles under one's fist, and the rules of heaven and earth are merely the path under one's feet.

He opened the path to sainthood with his mortal body and proved the supreme truth with his physical body.

Therefore it is said: Achieving sainthood through physical means is unparalleled in its strength, no less than a saint, and even surpasses one.

Zhao Ti was lost in thought. These were all things that Murong Longcheng had told him, memories from Murong Longcheng's dream, memories of his past life as the Supreme Being.

There are no true saints in the world of Investiture of the Gods. Although Yang Jian is said to have achieved sainthood in the physical body, he is actually only a minor saint. He has only cultivated to the ninth level of the Profound Transformation Ten Levels, the Primordial Blood Realm. However, he is almost immune to all laws, difficult to offend by a thousand evils, impervious to swords and spears, and untouched by all calamities.

There are many people in the Investiture of the Gods who can be called semi-saints, such as the Queen Mother of the West, Fuxi, Shennong, Randeng, Lu Ya, Duobao, Jinling, and Kong Xuan.

Among them, Duobao and Kong Xuan are both semi-saints, but they are also semi-saints in martial arts.

Duobao incorporated numerous magical artifacts into his body, combining them for cultivation. He used these artifacts to forge his physical body, barely managing to step into the tenth level of martial arts and become a half-saint in terms of physical body.

Kong Xuan was the first peacock conceived in the world, the son of the phoenix, the ancestor of ancient birds, and possessed a unique bloodline inheritance, giving him great potential from birth.

Its unique supernatural power, the Five-Colored Divine Light, is even more formidable. It is divided into five colors: blue, yellow, red, black, and white, corresponding to the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. It is said to be able to capture anything, and once released, it will capture anyone it sees.

Even the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl and Purple-Gold Bowl of the Burning Lamp Daoist were swept away. When Lu Ya Daoist saw the Five-Colored Divine Light, he could only transform into a rainbow and escape. The divine light refined his body, and his body had already embodied the Five Elements. He stepped into the first half of the tenth level of the Profound Transformation and became a half-saint.

Therefore, although they are both half-saints, their combat power is slightly higher than that of a Taoist half-saint.

As for the difference in rank between these two types of saints, it's difficult to say who is superior, since no one in the Investiture of the Gods achieved the status of a martial arts saint, making a direct comparison impossible. However, even among saints of Daoist arts, there are differences in skill level, and the same can be true for those who achieve sainthood through physical cultivation; it all depends on their own practice.

Zhao Ti frowned slightly as he thought of this. Becoming a Daoist saint is already extremely difficult. The Three Pure Ones and Nuwa all received a share of the Primordial Purple Qi before they could achieve it. If one were to cultivate alone, it would probably take trillions of years and still not be possible.

As for martial arts saints, achieving physical sainthood should be even more difficult, because while they can borrow the Primordial Purple Qi from Taoist techniques, it seems that there is nothing they can borrow to achieve physical sainthood.

Even with the combination of numerous innate and acquired spiritual objects, Duobao has only taken one step into the next level.

Even with the Five Elements Divine Light combined, Kong Xuan had only taken one step forward.

However, relying solely on one's own arduous cultivation to reach the state of physical sainthood is extremely difficult and almost impossible.

As Zhao Ti thought about this, he suddenly remembered something else.

That means that both Taoist arts and martial arts have supernatural powers available, such as having three heads and six arms, and seventy-two transformations. These are not only found in Taoist arts, but also in martial arts.

But what's the difference between the two? Which one is stronger? Is it the ability to manipulate magic, or is pure physical strength stronger?
Yang Jian's 72 Transformations is a martial art that he uses frequently, and it seems that the monkey's is as well, and he uses it often as well. However, some Taoist cultivators seem to use transformation techniques less often.

It is mostly used to change one's own body shape and appearance, unlike Yang Jian the monkey, who can change at will and haphazardly without affecting his own combat power.

So it seems... perhaps the changes in martial arts are even more dramatic?
Zhao Ti kept thinking, but he didn't have any good clues. After all, he couldn't use it yet. He hadn't reached that level, so everything was just speculation and couldn't be taken seriously.

As dawn broke outside the tent, a new day was dawning. Zhao Ti stepped out of the command tent and saw Wang Yuyan carrying a bowl of water towards him.

"Your Highness, I'm bringing you clean water for washing."

"Why bother, Yan'er, to do it yourself? Just have the soldiers bring it to you," Zhao Ti said.

Wang Yuyan shook her head: "I am willing to serve Your Highness myself. Your Highness, please come into the tent. Breakfast will be served in a little while."

Helpless, Zhao Ti went into the tent to tidy up, had breakfast with Wang Yuyan, and then the generals came over to discuss matters.

Then he went to inspect the Zhuxian Sword Formation, and after returning, he discussed it again, ordering all the generals to be on high alert and not to slack off in the slightest, and to report any incidents immediately.

Three days passed in this way. That evening, Zhao Ti felt his magical power surging within him and was eager to try it out. After a moment's thought, he instructed Zhou Tongbai to guard the tent entrance, intending to break through to the Dao Palace realm.

This is a major realm, a process of crossing from one major realm to another. Although he has no bottleneck to advance, it is not easy even if he follows the steps step by step.

The various details and points to note, as well as the judgment of quality and importance, not only test whether one has accumulated sufficient knowledge and experience, but also whether one's aptitude is exceptional.

At this moment, talent already accounts for the vast majority. If one lacks talent, there is generally no possibility of advancement; in other words, there is no possibility of becoming an immortal.

If one lacks natural talent, one can only rely on external aids to become an immortal; trying to cultivate diligently is almost hopeless for achieving immortality.

Those who conform are like ants, those who defy are like immortals; the difference between immortality and mortality is but a thought.

The red spider lily blooms in seven colors, and when it falls, one becomes an immortal after a thousand years. The gate to the immortal mountain holds cause and effect; on the path of severing the flower, do not question the heavens.

A million autumns have passed since I ascended to immortality, stars have fallen and the moon has withered, leaving my heart filled with sorrow. A single sleep has brought down emperors of all ages; the Heavenly Court has crumbled, where can I now wander?

What is mortal, what is immortal? Who has heard of the fleeting years of youth? Looking back on the vicissitudes of life, this sorrow lingers. The wind and moon are like swords, watch me shatter the heavens. The paths of immortals and mortals are inextricably linked, peach blossoms fall in abundance across the world…

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Ti's mind was filled with flashbacks of everything in his life and his past lives.

Red scarves, children's palaces, summer camps, endless math olympiads, countless practice problems, familiar figures at the school gate, and heartfelt words of advice when leaving home for school.

Under the bright sunshine, her bright eyes and twin ponytails shone like stars, and she wore a lively and graceful pale yellow gauze dress by the Daming Lake.

A treacherous and ever-changing workplace, youthful arrogance and ambition, the need to achieve fame early, and a life of early triumph...

Two lines of clear tears slowly slid down his cheeks. Am I having a big dream?

Life is but a fleeting dream, and the autumn chill of life comes and goes. The wind rustles the leaves in the corridor at night, and one can see the wrinkles on one's brow and the gray in one's hair.

Cheap wine often makes me worry about having few guests, and the bright moon is often obscured by clouds. At this moment, who will share the candlelight with me? I raise my cup and look back sadly.

I feel so lonely and isolated, so empty and heartbroken.

All sorts of things flashed before his eyes quickly, like a spinning lantern, and Zhao Ti was already in tears.

Am I going to die? People say that before death, scenes from one's life will appear, rotating endlessly, and when they end, the person is already gone.

But... I still have things I haven't finished, regrets I haven't made up for, and ambitions I haven't achieved.

How could I possibly die? I cannot die, I do not want to die. No one can force me to die, not even Heaven, not even the Way of Heaven!
Zhao Ti took a deep breath, and the scene before him continued to change. The present life slowly began, and everything started anew, except that his identity and the time were different. He had actually returned to the Northern Song Dynasty.

His eyes were tightly closed, his body trembled slightly, and he was enveloped in a cloud of white mist. The tent was filled with ethereal energy, unlike anything in the mortal world.

The white mist was hazy and dreamlike, gathering and dispersing, thick and thin, revealing various shapes, images, scenes, and creatures.

It seems like there are fairy mountains overseas, in the misty and ethereal realm, at the edge of heaven and earth, where gods ride dragons and fairies ride the wind, with jade terraces, golden palaces, and jade ponds and green trees.

The fairyland was once bustling and prosperous, a dreamlike world. The white mist quickly dissipated, the splendor faded, and everything fell into darkness and ruin. The immortals were gone, and all living beings were separated by an eerie distance. It seemed as if an era had come to an end...

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Ti's voice came from the misty white fog. He chuckled and then fell silent.

The white mist continued to evolve the scene, rising and falling, life and death, bustling and silent, bright and dim, its origin and end unknown.

"turn out to be……"

Zhao Ti's voice rang out again, then fell silent once more.

In the blink of an eye, the sky outside the tent brightened, then darkened again, and no one dared to come and disturb them.

"Understood..." Zhao Ti's voice was layered, seemingly within the white mist, yet also as if separated from this large tent by thousands of mountains and rivers, by millennia.

It seemed as if there was another world within the white mist, and he had already hidden within it, clearly in the same place as this world, yet not intersecting, not connected, neither heard nor seen.

Suddenly, it seemed as if rain was falling, thunder was rumbling, lightning was flashing, clouds were rising, and the sun was appearing within the fog.

An extremely comfortable sound came from within, and then the white mist quickly began to recede, all converging towards one place.

As if gathering immortal energy into a gourd and divine water into a bottle, it was vast and boundless, winding and turning, yet finally gathering into a single bundle. Zhao Ti's figure appeared on the couch at this moment, and suddenly opened his mouth, inhaling it all.

His skin was as white as jade, with a faint radiance, and he had a radiant and enigmatic expression, a half-smile on his face.

Advancement... to the Dao Palace!

(End of this chapter)