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

His appearance did not bring any imperial pressure; he was more like an ordinary father who cared about his son.

"How is Fairy Mo?"

That was the first thing he said.

Zhao Chen'an shook his head, his expression calm.

"He is still alive, but remains in a coma."

"I went to see her. Her breathing was very steady, and there seemed to be a strange power operating within her body, repairing the damage on its own."

He paused for a moment, then gave his own judgment.

"Your subject feels that this is more like a self-protective measure, allowing the Fairy Master's body to enter a state similar to hibernation, in order to resist that terrible injury."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Daoting nodded slightly.

This explanation is reasonable.

The methods of a Sendai-level expert are far beyond their comprehension. As long as one is alive, there is hope.

That's good.

Zhao Daoting stopped dwelling on Mo Yuqing's situation and changed the subject.

"I've been calculating the days, and Ruoshuang and Chuchu should be due to give birth around these next two months, right?"

"Yes, the imperial physician said everything is fine."

Zhao Chen'an nodded in agreement.

Zhao Daoting pondered for a moment, seemingly making some kind of calculation in his mind, and then made the arrangements in an unquestionable tone.

"For the next six months, you should stay in the palace and focus on your cultivation. Don't think about anything else."

"I will have Eunuch Wei deliver the resources needed for cultivation on a regular basis."

"Or you can just send Xue'er and the others into the palace to retrieve whatever they need from the inner treasury."

Zhao Chen'an remained silent and listened quietly.

He knew that his father's arrangement must have a deeper meaning.

As expected, Zhao Daoting continued:

"Six months later, once things have settled down in the court and the two children have reached their hundredth day, you can take Chuchu and set off for the outer realms."

"Send Fairy Mo back to Hunyuan Sect."

That is the ultimate goal.

Sending Mo Yuqing back to the sect was not only to treat her, but also to truly establish a connection with the behemoth that is the Hunyuan Sect.

As a cultivator of the Returning Origin Great Dao Body, Zhao Chen'an has such an opportunity to join the Upper Sect.

Of course I'll give it a try!

Even if you don't pass the external assessment, it's still worthwhile to go out and broaden your horizons.

"Your subject understands."

Zhao Chen'an bowed and accepted the order without any objection.

This was part of the plan.

The Great Zhou Dynasty now appears to be enjoying boundless glory, having annexed the territory of the Great Xia Dynasty and greatly increased its national strength.

But in reality, its foundation is still shallow.

For a dynasty to ascend to the status of an imperial dynasty, it needs more than just powerful individuals at the Dragon Transformation Realm; it also needs a vast territory and unfathomable resources.

The Great Zhou Dynasty is still far from being a match for it.

Zhao Daoting was very satisfied with his son's composed demeanor.

He stood up, walked to Zhao Chen'an's side, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Your path is different from mine, and different from that of all the ancestors of the Great Zhou Dynasty."

"Go ahead and do it. I am here for you, and the entire Great Zhou Dynasty is behind you."

"Go and see the real, vast world; it will benefit your spiritual practice."

After leaving those words, Zhao Daoting's figure vanished into nothingness once more, disappearing quietly.

Silence returned to the study.

Zhao Chen'an sat down again, picked up the tea that had long since gone cold, and drank it all in one gulp.

Six months.

To others, it may be just a fleeting moment.

But for him, it was a completely different story.

The Body Tempering Thunder relentlessly tempered his physical body day and night, while the Returning Origin Great Dao Body constantly absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, making his cultivation speed advance by leaps and bounds.

Now, he has gained an even more incredible talent skill.

A grand dream that lasts a thousand years!

In my dream, I created an independent space for spiritual practice, where time flowed ten times faster than in the outside world.

This means that what is six months in the outside world, he will have a full sixty months in his dreams!

Five years!

Five whole years of arduous training!

This is enough to bring about a dramatic change in his strength.

Only then, when he ventures beyond the realms to face those true geniuses and prodigies, will he have a sliver of confidence to protect himself.

After all, the waters beyond our borders are far deeper than those of this small dynasty.

Zhao Chen'an slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, suppressing all his thoughts.

The most urgent task is to enhance our strength.

His fingertips lightly traced the surface of the table, his thoughts drifting to the other two courtyards.

Liu Ruoshuang, Xiao Chuchu.

What kind of surprises will their unborn children bring them?

I'm getting more and more excited...

Zhao Chen'an no longer hesitated and slowly closed his eyes.

My mind sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, communicating with that mysterious and profound dream space.

The next moment, his consciousness plunged into a familiar darkness.

Zhao Chen'an's consciousness continued to fall within it; there was no time, no space, only pure nothingness all around.

This is the grand dream of a thousand autumns.

Unlike his hasty experience last time, this time he came prepared.

With a slight thought, an ancient-looking futon quietly materialized in the void.

Zhao Chen'an's consciousness sat cross-legged on it, and the entire dream space stabilized accordingly.

This is not the real world, but a space of consciousness created purely for the purpose of spiritual cultivation.

The flow of time is distorted, creating an astonishing ratio of ten to one with the outside world.

However, the essence of cultivation, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, still needs to be drawn from the outside world.

This space is like a super amplifier, amplifying his connection with the outside world tenfold.

Zhao Chen'an wasted no time. With a calm mind, he immediately began to circulate the Heavenly Grade cultivation technique, "The Great Dao Heavenly Evolution Scripture".

Once the cultivation technique was activated, an invisible vortex formed outside, inside the study of the Prince of Wei's mansion, centered on his seated body.

The spiritual energy that roamed the world seemed to be drawn to the most deadly attraction, frantically converging towards this place and pouring into his limbs and bones.

At the same time, the body-tempering spiritual lightning hidden within him also sensed this abnormal flow of time.

Silver arcs of electricity began to travel and temper within his flesh and bones at a frequency ten times faster than usual.

The tingling and stinging sensation lingered, yet under the harmonizing influence of the Guiyuan Dao Body, it remained at a perfect balance.

Pain and pleasure coexist.

His physical strength is increasing rapidly at a rate visible to the naked eye.

……

As the first rays of dawn shone through the window into the study, Zhao Chen'an opened his eyes precisely on time.

One night in my dream was equivalent to ten days of arduous cultivation.

He stretched his body, his joints cracking and popping, his whole body brimming with explosive power.

The capital city awoke in the joy of a great victory, and the air was filled with a jubilant atmosphere.

Zhao Chen'an ignored all of this and walked straight through the corridor to the backyard.

"Eeya!"

A tiny, exquisitely beautiful little boy was being held in Wulanxue's arms when he saw Zhao Chen'an.

They immediately stretched out their chubby little hands and shouted excitedly.

It was Zhao Xiao.

Zhao Chen'an smiled and stepped forward to hug his son.

The little guy emanated a faint milky fragrance, along with a barely perceptible aura of thunder.

"Little Jiu, do you miss your father?"

Zhao Xiao seemed to understand, snuggling in his arms, clutching his clothes with her little hands, and grinning with her toothless mouth.

Not far away, Li Qingluan also walked over, carrying her daughter.

Zhao Zixing is even more mischievous than her brother. Even when being held, she doesn't behave herself. She's just like a little devil!

A pair of big, dark eyes curiously looked at Zhao Chen'an.

However, deep within those pure eyes, a profound purple radiance, incongruous with her age, would occasionally flash.

The Purple Star is born different from everyone else.