I've announced that I'm destined to have many children, and my father has bestowed upon me

Several days later, at the South Gate of the Great Zhou Imperial City.

Beneath the towering city walls, crowds thronged and carriages bustled about.

Zhao Chen'an, dressed in a black outfit, stood tall and straight, embracing his wives who had come to see him off.

Holding Zhao Xiao and Zhao Lanyu in her arms, Wu Lanxue whispered her instructions:

"My lord, please be careful in everything you do."

Li Qingluan held her daughter Zhao Zixing, her eyes slightly red, a thousand words condensed into one sentence:

"Come back soon."

Liu Ruoshuang then gently took Zhao Ding's hand, who had just managed to stand, and said softly:

"We're waiting for you at home."

Zhao Chen'an kissed each of the children's cheeks, feeling a deep sense of reluctance.

He looked towards the city gate one last time, but it was empty; the figure he had hoped to see was nowhere to be seen.

His father, the Emperor, ultimately did not come to see him off.

Feeling a mix of disappointment and understanding, he took a deep breath and turned to Xiao Chuchu and Ye Shenglin beside him, saying:

"let's go."

The three figures moved, transforming into three streaks of light, and sped towards the eastern horizon, quickly disappearing from everyone's sight.

……

Meanwhile, atop the majestic palace, a figure in a dragon robe stood by the railing, his gaze deep, staring into the direction where Zhao Chen'an had disappeared, remaining motionless for a long time.

"In the end, I didn't go down to see him. Aren't I afraid he'll hold a grudge?"

A gentle voice transmission sounded in Zhao Daoting's ear.

Not far away, Ye Haoran, the head of Tianjian Mountain, also appeared here at some point and stood side by side with him.

Zhao Daoting did not turn around, his voice calm:

"In imperial families, there's hardly any father-son affection."

"His path is far more difficult than mine. If he doesn't even have this much spirit, he might as well stay in the capital for the rest of his life."

Even so, the way he gripped the railing tightly betrayed his inner turmoil.

Ye Haoran chuckled lightly, having seen through his in-laws' hypocrisy.

"All fathers are the same. They both hope that their children can break free from their constraints and soar into the sky, yet they also fear that if they fly too high and too far, they will hurt their wings."

Zhao Daoting remained silent for a moment, then relaxed his tense body slightly.

"Let's not talk about that. Since you're here, come have a drink with me. We're practically in-laws now."

"That is indeed my wish, but I dare not ask."

Ye Haoran stroked his beard and smiled.

Two figures slowly disappeared atop the palace walls, leaving only their lingering gazes, as if they could traverse mountains and rivers to follow the departing child.

……

On the official road, three figures sped along at breakneck speed.

Zhao Chen'an and his two companions did not stop and continued eastward.

Mo Yuqing was carefully placed inside a low-grade magic artifact and nurtured with spiritual energy, so she was safe for the time being.

Several days later, a magnificent, boundless blue expanse appeared before their eyes.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty and damp scent, rushed towards me, and huge waves crashed against the rocks, creating a deafening roar.

On the coast, a huge ferry crossing stands, with countless boats of different sizes moored. The most eye-catching of them all is a giant flying boat, thousands of feet long, cast entirely in bronze.

The hull of the boat is engraved with countless mysterious runes, emitting a faint spiritual light. A powerful aura emanates from it, inspiring awe.

"What a grand gesture!"

Zhao Chen'an sincerely praised.

This was their vehicle for the journey, the "Breaking Waves," operated by the Spring and Autumn Trading Company, which crossed the endless sea to reach the Eastern Continent.

The three of them took out the pre-prepared tickets and boarded the ship smoothly.

As a long, drawn-out horn sounded, the entire airship trembled violently.

hum!

Countless runes on the hull suddenly lit up, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy erupted from the core of the array at the bottom of the flying boat, forming a huge pillar of light that propelled the behemoth slowly into the air.

Zhao Chen'an stood on the deck, feeling the slight tremors beneath his feet, watching the ferry crossing and coastline below rapidly shrink until they became a black dot, his heart filled with boundless pride.

The flying boat broke through the clouds, transforming into a streak of blue light, and shot towards the distant horizon where the sky meets the sea at an incredible speed.

Upon entering the room, Ye Shenglin proactively brewed him a cup of spiritual tea.

"Our first stop on this trip is the Nine Islands of Star Sea, which is the true gateway to the Eastern Continent."

Ye Shenglin put down his teacup and slowly began to speak.

"The Nine Islands of the Star Sea? What kind of place is that?"

Zhao Chen'an asked.

"It is under the jurisdiction of Stargate."

Ye Shenglin explained:

"The Star Gate is one of the 72,000 Left Paths, and its strength is roughly equivalent to that of an imperial dynasty."

"They have occupied the nine islands of the Star Sea for thousands of years. All cultivators who want to enter the Eastern Divine Continent through the Endless Sea must pass through their territory."

Unorthodox sects are comparable to imperial dynasties!

Zhao Chen'an was deeply shocked.

In the vast surrounding regions, a single dynasty could dominate a region, and an imperial dynasty was already a top-tier existence.

However, looking at the Central Heavenly Main World, a power at the level of an imperial dynasty cannot even be ranked among the 3,600 side sects; it can only be relegated to the 72,000 left-hand paths.

What kind of terrifying existence must those 108 upper sects be?

He was increasingly looking forward to seeing what the Hunyuan Sect, a sect of holy dynasties, would be like.

"Sheng Ling, you came out here to gain experience, but now you're going to the Hunyuan Sect with me. Won't that interfere with your cultivation?"

Zhao Chen'an looked at Ye Shenglin.

Ye Shenglin stood with his sword in hand, his cold expression showing little emotion.

"Now that I have married you, my husband's affairs are my affairs."

"Moreover, the Hunyuan Sect is a superior sect. Being able to visit and learn about it will also benefit my swordsmanship."

Her words were simple and direct, yet they conveyed an undeniable firmness.

Zhao Chen'an said no more, a warm feeling washing over him.

For the next month, the airship sailed smoothly above the sea of ​​clouds.

The three of them spent most of their time in quiet meditation in their respective rooms, consolidating their cultivation.

Zhao Chen'an's cultivation level remained stable at the early stage of the Four Extremes Realm, while Ye Shenglin was at the middle stage of the Four Extremes Realm, and Xiao Chuchu was not far behind.

A month later.

As the airship began to slow down and the long horn sounded again, Zhao Chen'an knew they had arrived.

The three of them followed the flow of people off the flying boat and stepped onto a completely new land.

As soon as he landed, Zhao Chen'an sensed a completely different aura.

The concentration of spiritual energy in the air here is at least five times that of the Great Zhou Imperial City! Just by breathing in and out, one can feel their cultivation level slowly increasing.

Is this the Eastern Continent?

No wonder Mo Yuqing risked his life to bring Chu Chu back to the sect.

Practicing in such an environment, making rapid progress is no exaggeration.

In places where spiritual energy is scarce, even the most talented person will ultimately be constrained by their environment.

The ferry crossing was bustling with people and cultivators, including many powerful figures at the Dao Palace Realm and the Four Extremes Realm. Occasionally, one could even sense the fleeting, powerful aura of a Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator.

Just as Zhao Chen'an was looking around, filled with mixed emotions, he realized that...

He suddenly felt a gaze fall upon him from the crowd.

That gaze was cold and ethereal, devoid of any emotion, yet it seemed to see right through everything.

He subconsciously followed his senses and looked in that direction.

Not far away, amidst the bustling crowd, stood a woman in white standing quietly.

She wore a plain white dress, spotless, and her long, black hair was tied up simply with a wooden hairpin.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, yet otherworldly. Her clear eyes, like a pool of autumn water, reflected the world, but showed no trace of anyone else.

She stood there quietly, seemingly isolated from the surrounding noise and clamor, forming a pure land independent of the world.

It's her! She's looking at me!

Zhao Chen'an's heart skipped a beat.

But just as he was trying to see more clearly, it only took him a blink of an eye.

The woman in white, along with her aura of detachment from the world, vanished into thin air.

It was as if she had never existed.

Hallucination?

Zhao Chen'an rubbed his eyes and looked again. There were only unfamiliar cultivators coming and going, and the white-robed fairy was nowhere to be seen.

But that stunning sight was deeply imprinted in his mind.

Just as he was filled with doubt and uncertainty, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

[Ding! The Celestial Spirit Detector has been activated!]

[A Grade Yellow Heavenly Spiritual Object has been detected within a radius of one thousand miles!]

[The exact location has been marked!]