King Zhuang Xiang came out of the stone palace and returned to Zhao Ji. He told Zhao Huaizhong that he would stay in the "ancestral temple" to practice, with a look of joy on his face.
However, Zhao Ji couldn't help but worry: "I heard from your Majesty in the past that there are dangers everywhere along the way to practice.
This is Huai'er's first contact and you leave him alone. What if he is in danger?"
King Zhuang Xiang laughed and said: "The ancestors have passed it down from generation to generation, and the initial part of the Sendai chapter has been thoroughly studied. The queen does not have to worry, even if Huai'er practices improperly, it will not harm her body."
Zhao Ji felt a little relieved now.
King Zhuang Xiang's interest continued: "I think Huai'er is a person who likes to practice. Although he has damaged his roots, it is difficult for him to achieve great achievements in practice. However, the Xiantai chapter contains infinite mysteries. As long as he succeeds in a small way, he can increase his own foundation and help him. It’s good for your health.”
Zhao Ji suddenly became depressed when she thought of her son's foundation being damaged.
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Stone Palace.
Within Zhao Huaizhong's body, an aura full of vitality surged back and forth, circulating endlessly.
Some of the injuries and hidden illnesses he suffered while being held hostage by the State of Zhao are gradually recovering under the wash of this aura.
From a spectator's perspective, there seemed to be a crystal shimmer flowing on the surface of his body.
At the Dantian, the Immortal Demonic Spring becomes more and more powerful, the breath extends outward, and begins to connect with the first tail vertebra.
At this moment, Zhao Huaizhong seemed to have opened a bridge between heaven and earth. There was a wisp of black energy in his body that was as solid as a real thing. It went up from the tail vertebrae to the back of his head, and finally came out from between his eyebrows and swirled around his body.
The energy leaks out and the control is real, which is the second level of the Sendai chapter.
For a period of time after that, the aura gushing from the Immortal Demon Spring went up steadily, nourishing his spine, and soon climbed to the second section of the spine, then the third section, and did not slow down until his fourth section of the spine. , temporarily stopped.
From an internal perspective, the lower four sections of Zhao Huaizhong's spine and his Dantian are penetrated by a stream of immortal and demonic energy. It is also like a young dragon standing with its tail, raising its neck and exploring its head inside his body.
"The breath goes up to the fourth vertebra, all the way up to Sendai.
Is this the five realms of fairy and demon spring, spiritual transformation, small mountain pass and magical power recorded in the Sendai chapter, and the food-eating demon can be cleared at once?"
After Zhao Huaizhong stopped practicing, he stood up from sitting cross-legged.
It's hard to describe how I feel now. I have broken through five levels of barriers in just one practice.
This is no longer a matter of genius, even novels would not dare to write like this.
Practicing too quickly is like a tornado.
At this moment, he could still feel that with every breath, the hundreds of thousands of pores in his body seemed to be sucking in and pulling out the gas energy free in the void.
"Every time you breathe, your practice increases. I'm afraid this is not only its amplification, but also the talent brought by the soul traveling through time and space and being baptized by time and space?"
Zhao Huaizhong's flattering guess.
If you were to change your identity, you might feel mixed feelings about your amazing talent. If you are too showy, you will easily attract people's jealousy. You will usually choose to develop in a wretched way, otherwise it may become the cause of disaster.
But with his current status, he doesn't need to have too many scruples.
The crown prince of the most powerful country in the world has not many people who are qualified to be jealous of him, and the factors that are unfavorable to him have been weakened layer by layer.
Zhao Huaizhong was suddenly attracted by the changing halo in front of him.
He followed the light and looked over, but saw the giant stone pillars recording the original text of the Sendai chapter on the stone wall in front of him. At this moment, some ancient seal writings near the ground shimmered, like the interweaving of macro tides.
Click!
There was a slight sound.
The bottom base of the giant pillar, a section almost five feet high, was slowly moved sideways to form a stone platform.
Zhao Huaizhong saw five spots of light appearing on the stage one after another, which seemed to echo the chapter of his one-time cultivation to the fifth level of Immortal Stage.
"Could it be that he broke through the fifth floor and touched the induction of the Immortal Platform Pillar, so he moved out of the stone platform?
Does my cheap man know about this change?"
Zhao Huaizhong walked near the stone platform.
There is a faint yellow halo flowing on the countertop, with a thick and ancient aura. It is circular in shape, more than three feet in diameter, and has the natural texture of stone on the surface.
There are characters engraved all around, and the light flickers, as if conveying some kind of message.
Unfortunately, it is not an ancient seal script, and Zhao Huaizhong does not know a word of it.
"This stone palace has been in existence for an unknown number of years, and is still in dilapidated condition, but it is still functioning normally... What is its driving force?"
"Just now, the cheap daddy said that the stone pillar was once a ritual vessel for worshiping immortals...then could this moved stone platform be an ancient altar?"
Zhao Huaizhong's eyes were burning, and he was thinking about whether to sacrifice something on the stone platform and see if there were any changes.
He took out a hairpin from his head and sent it to the stage.
You must know that as the crown prince, after returning to Qin, he received many rewards from King Zhuang Xiang, and everything he brought with him was of great value.
This hairpin looks as green as jade, but it is actually made of a rare animal bone and is extremely precious.
And the moment he tried to send the hairpin to the stone platform, there was an immediate suction force coming from it.
The hairpin fell uncontrollably in the middle of the platform and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"Damn it, what the hell is this?"
"Did you really take the things away?"
"Where is the connection on the other side of this stone platform?"
Zhao Huaizhong asked three questions in succession, looking confused and a little wary.
He is still thinking as a modern person and has not yet become accustomed to the anti-scientific routines of this world.
After the stone platform returned to calm, Zhao Huaizhong observed silently and found no other changes before approaching the stone platform again.
"This is really an ancient altar. Can it accept sacrifices?"
He tried throwing a few more belongings on the stage, but the altar seemed to be asleep and did not respond as before.
"This altar is quite difficult to maintain. Doesn't it accept normal items?
Well, it may also be due to time constraints. It can only be run once a day or once you come in... It seems that you need to try it slowly."
Zhao Huaizhong muttered that he would definitely not gain anything more today, so he turned and left.
When he turned around and walked out, the stone platform quietly moved sideways and returned to the stone wall, as if it had never appeared before.
"I definitely can't tell the truth about my breakthrough to the fifth level at once, but I don't have to hide it all. Revealing some appropriately can reflect my own value, so it's not a bad thing."
Zhao Huaizhong left the stone palace and took a look at the sky. It was approaching dusk.
This practice lasted seven or eight hours.
As soon as he came out, a palace official approached and said, "Your Majesty, please let me wait here for you."
"Where is your father now?"
"The Prime Minister came into the palace to see the king. He is discussing matters in the main hall of Xianyang Palace." the internal official replied.
"Xiangguo? Is it Lu Buwei?" Zhao Huaizhong's face looked a little strange.
The internal official nodded: "It's Prime Minister Lu."
Sure enough, the people are still the same, but the whole world has become completely different.
Seeing that it was getting late, Zhao Huaizhong said: "Go back to the palace."
The internal officials hurriedly bowed forward to lead the way.
As Zhao Huaizhong walked, he wondered whether some of the historical events he knew about would happen in this world. He was completely unsure now and could only observe carefully.
Soon after, he returned to his bedroom.
After returning to Qin, King Zhuang Xiang allocated a palace complex in Xianyang Palace to him as a residence.
As the crown prince of a country, arrangements must be made for the appearance.
His palace has towering buildings, intertwined pavilions, deep courtyards, and gardens dotted with flowing water. It is indeed a good place.
There were so many servants in the palace, and there was a putrid smell of luxury everywhere.
When Zhao Huaizhong returned to the palace at night, there were still young maids staying up late waiting, not daring to slack off at all.
Seeing him coming back, the whole mansion became busy inside and outside. The maids came up to him one after another and asked him whether he should bathe and change clothes first or eat first.
Zhao Huaizhong waved his hand, walked into the study room on his own, and came to a bronze mirror.
When he was practicing, he felt that there seemed to be some changes in himself.
In the mirror, a slightly pale, handsome face appeared, with high eyebrows, a straight nose, and narrow, sharp eyes.
"She looks pretty good. After all, her genetics are there, but she looks a little indifferent. Well, it seems that she has grown a little taller." Zhao Huaizhong muttered.
His continuous breakthroughs this time have made him slightly taller, which is not obvious, but it is not difficult to find if you look closely.
Just when Zhao Huaizhong was looking pretty in front of the mirror, a black shadow appeared silently on his shoulder. It was 'it' that appeared again.