Traveling through time and space and becoming a deposed prince, he just wants to survive!

In the vast territory of the Great Zhou, all kinds of strange stories about gods and immortals spread rapidly like wildfire. For a time, many people believed them firmly.

Zhao Hui naturally knew the truth behind this. He knew in his heart that the so-called heavenly visions and thunderous roars were nothing but Zhao Sheng's carefully planned masterpieces.

The mysterious airship and the giant bomb with incredible power both came from Luancheng.

However, he had his own plans. He needed someone to believe in these things and was happy to see this mysterious atmosphere spread among the people.

One night, everything was silent and the palace was immersed in tranquility.

Zhao Hui tossed and turned on the dragon bed, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, he woke up from his dream, and cold sweat soaked his dragon robe.

The dream he just had was so real that it left him with lingering fears.

In that dreamlike dream, the clouds and mist are vague, like a veil.

An elder with white hair and silver beard walked slowly down as if from the sky.

He was wearing a robe as pure as snow, the corners of his clothes swaying gently in the faint mist, just like flowing moonlight, dreamy and illusory.

The elder's face was thin but with a warm rosy complexion, as if the years had not left many traces on his face.

Those eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, deep and bright, containing endless wisdom and mystery.

Every time he moved his hands and feet, it was as if a gentle breeze was blowing, bringing out wisps of spiritual energy, as if the hustle and bustle and troubles of the world had nothing to do with him, showing the extraordinary temperament of an immortal.

The elder raised his hand slightly and looked at Zhao Hui with gentle eyes. His voice seemed to come from the distant sky, but it rang clearly in his ears:

"I see that your bones are extraordinary, and you have a strong connection with the ancient ways of cultivating immortals. In that distant misty valley, there is a method sealed with magical powers.

This method cannot be unlocked without exceptional talent. Once mastered, one can not only gain extraordinary power, but also uncover a mysterious history long forgotten by the ages."

After Zhao Hui woke up from his dream, he sat on the dragon bed in a daze, his heart full of doubts, repeatedly pondering the meaning of this dream.

After dawn, sunlight shone through the window lattices onto the floor of the palace.

Zhao Hui summoned Wang Defa and said solemnly, "Hurry to the Taoist temple near the capital and find a master who is proficient in dream interpretation. Please help me interpret last night's dream."

Wang Defa did not dare to delay for even a moment and left in a hurry after receiving the order.

It was not until the afternoon that Wang Defa returned to the palace breathlessly and replied respectfully to Zhao Hui:

"Your Majesty, I have found the dream interpreter. He says that dreaming of an immortal is a sign of joyous events. It foretells that Your Majesty will achieve great success and great wealth. If you are a Taoist practitioner, it is a sign of successful elixir cultivation."

When Zhao Hui heard this, he was overjoyed. His originally furrowed brows instantly relaxed and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Since then, Zhao Hui gradually became obsessed with Taoism.

One day, the palace announced that a Taoist monk wanted to see him. Zhao Hui ordered him to be brought into the palace.

The Taoist walked into the hall and slowly sat down cross-legged on the straw mat.

He was wearing an indigo Taoist robe, the sleeves of which swayed naturally in the breeze in the hall. The texture of the material was plain and simple, as if carrying the accumulation and tempering of years.

A plain silk ribbon is tied around the waist, with both ends hanging naturally, adding a sense of transcendence.

The Taoist closed his eyes slightly, pinched his fingers together, and muttered something. His voice seemed to come from a deep valley, ethereal and mysterious:

"I have peered into the secrets of heaven with my fingers. Your Majesty, as the True Dragon Emperor, has already touched the edge of Taoism. It's a pity that Your Majesty is so busy every day that he simply can't spare the leisure time to properly pursue that rare opportunity to become an immortal!"

When Zhao Hui heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little doubtful, thinking to himself: This so-called immortal cultivation theory is nothing but a rumor. It is really hard to tell whether what this Taoist said is true or false.

However, he had another consideration in mind.

Nowadays, not only in the Great Zhou, but also in the surrounding areas, more and more people are keen on the method of practicing Taoism.

If he could gain a foothold in this Taoist circle and become a highly respected Taoist master, his appeal would certainly not be underestimated.

Zhao Hui had long harbored a grand ambition to unify the surrounding world. He felt that if he could start by practicing Taoism, he might be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Thinking of this, Zhao Hui asked, "Master, according to what you said, I have already touched the Dao. Doesn't that mean I have only just entered the door?"

The Taoist priest who was resting with his eyes closed heard the emperor's question and thought to himself: How can I cleverly fool this honorable emperor in front of me and gain more benefits for myself?

After a moment of thought, he opened his eyes and said solemnly:

"The path of cultivation is divided into two realms: cultivating the true and cultivating the immortal. Your Majesty is the True Dragon Son of Heaven, gifted with extraordinary talents. Now, you have reached the pinnacle and entered the immortal gate. This is the door to true immortality.

As long as you continue to practice diligently, you will definitely be able to enter the realm of immortal saints in the future."

Looking at the Taoist in front of him speaking in a rhythmic and eloquent manner, Zhao Hui had already made up his mind.

"I hereby decree that Taoist Xuanyue be appointed as the Imperial Master and ordered to cultivate in the ancient Wudang Mountains...

I've heard that those who practice Taoism prioritize purity and compassion, care about the world, and spread good karma. Today, there's Taoist Master Xuan Yue, whose heart is steadfast, whose teachings are profound, and who has mastered the Daoist tradition...

Taoist Priest Xuan Yue should take it as his responsibility to promote the Dao, recruit many disciples, and teach the authentic Daoist methods. ...

The Taoist temple has set up an altar to preach the Tao, to save all living beings and enlighten the people. And I need to publicize my connection with Taoism. I am the true dragon emperor, blessed by heaven, and I have touched the immortal secrets. I will lead the way in the future..."

Following the promulgation of His Majesty Zhao Hui's decree, a series of imperial edicts of honor and reward came in like mushrooms after rain, each carrying the emperor's great grace.

These imperial edicts not only generously bestowed immeasurable rewards on Xuan Yue himself, but also endowed the ancient Taoist temple of Wudang and its beautiful peaks nestled in the mountains and by the water with supreme glory and honor, and received royal decrees.

Xuan Yue read every word in the imperial edict carefully, as if she could penetrate the fragrance of ink and glimpse into the emperor's profound thoughts.

This decree was clearly hinting to him to spread the earth-shaking feat of His Majesty Zhao Hui breaking through to the realm of True Immortal widely throughout the world so that everyone in the world would know about it.

Xuan Yue understood in his heart that this was undoubtedly a win-win opportunity for him.

With the emperor, this towering tree, as a solid backing, the road ahead will surely be wider and smoother, without worries about wind and rain.

About ten days after this incident, the people of Luancheng saw from afar a huge team heading towards Luancheng.

It was the emperor's carriage that visited Luancheng again.

Wherever the imperial carriage passed, dust flew up, and the people knelt on the ground, shouting "Long live the emperor!" Zhao Hui sat in the imperial carriage, his eyes revealing an elusive expression, as if he was planning some new plan.