"I don't understand what you're talking about." Ying Zheng shook his head.
"I suppose mother talked about the Martial Dao Power to you, right?" Zhao Feng turned his head, his gaze teasingly falling on Ying Zheng.
"Haha." Ying Zheng laughed twice, the aning quite clear.
"Dad, what do you think the martial arts are like?" Zhao Feng asked with a smile.
"The first ti I saw it, Qi'er was able to lift a fake mountain weighing dozens of stone at just a few years old." Ying Zheng said with so sentint.
"Do you know, if I weren't your son, what kind of nation would be established after I defend Baiyue and sweep the world?" Zhao Feng asked rhetorically again.
Ying Zheng said nothing, looking at Zhao Feng.
"I will establish a nation of martial arts."
"Above Shenzhou, all my subjects can cultivate, strengthening the nation with martial arts, my dynasty will last for eternity." Zhao Feng's voice revealed a kind of ambition and majesty.
"Can this martial arts achieve immortality?" Ying Zheng asked.
"Naturally."
"However, there are so peculiarities in this world. Upon reaching a realm in martial arts cultivation, one should acquire lifespan but cannot."
"I've been searching for the reason but haven't found it." Zhao Feng said with sentint.
"How long can you live now?" Ying Zheng asked curiously.
"Seven or eight hundred years." Zhao Feng smiled.
"Sss."
Upon hearing this number, Ying Zheng couldn't help but gasp.
"Dad, do you want to experience the Martial Dao Power?"
Zhao Feng asked with a smile.
"How to experience it?" Ying Zheng had long been curious.
Zhao Feng smiled: "Then don't be scared."
Zhao Feng said mischievously.
Then he directly put his hand on Ying Zheng's shoulder and slightly lifted him.
And then suddenly leapt.
It was just a mont.
The figures of Zhao Feng and Ying Zheng directly disappeared from the hall.
Outside the hall.
The imperial guards only felt a gust of wind blowing fiercely, even making it difficult for them to stand firm.
"What happened?"
"Don't know."
"No movent."
Several guards showed a look of surprise.
They glanced at the hall behind them again, there was no movent.
Regarding the gust just now, they only felt a bit puzzled.
And in the void above.
Zhao Feng used a wave of True Qi to support Ying Zheng, allowing him to stand in the void, revealing a smile on his face.
"This...this...this..."
Ying Zheng stood in the void, looking at Xianyang City below, with a face of astonishnt.
To make him, a grand emperor of all ages, witness such a scene, perhaps only Zhao Feng could achieve it.
At this mont.
Standing high in the air of thousands of feet.
One fall would result in being shattered into pieces.
Ordinary people would long be frightened and bewildered.
But although Ying Zheng was astonished, he was very calm and showed no fear.
Under the astonishnt, there was curiosity.
"Father."
"How does it feel?" Zhao Feng asked with a smile.
"Immortal divine skills."
"My son has beco immortal."
"Unexpected."
"Heaven has eyes, my son Ying Zheng has beco immortal." Ying Zheng laughed heartily, very excited.
At this mont, he was extrely delighted in his heart.
From ancient tis to today.
Countless monarchs pursued immortals, wanting immortals to bestow immortality, to control the world forever, to beco the only long-lived monarch.
Yet from ancient tis to today.
Who could seek immortality except King Mu of Zhou, who long existed only in history?
And now.
In the history of the future, there will be the record of one person.
Emperor Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng, who founded the unified world, consolidated Huaxia into one.
His son Zhao Feng, a person of the immortal family, possessing divine skills of immortality, possessed the foundation of longevity.
"Immortal."
"Still too distant."
"Moreover, the ultimate purpose of martial arts may not be becoming immortal, the pursuit of martial path is strengthening, but upon reaching a realm equal to immortals, it is not called immortal." Zhao Feng said with a smile.
After a discussion with Guiguzi.
Zhao Feng understood one point.
That martial arts do not exist in this world.
Immortal cultivation is the only thod of cultivation.
Zhao Feng created a brand new thod of cultivation in this world.
Martial Dao Cultivation.
In the future.
Zhao Feng will beco the Martial Ancestor of this world.
"Although I don't understand what you're saying."
"I also don't know how vast your future ambitions are."
"But as your father, I will unconditionally support you to do it." Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Feng, speaking very solemnly.
As an emperor.
As the founding emperor of unified world.
Ying Zheng could clearly feel his son's ambition was even greater than his own.
As King of Qin, Ying Zheng once aspired to destroy the Six States, to conquer the world, and in the eyes of people in this era, the world was the Land of the Divine Continent.
After all, the expanse of the Land of the Divine Continent, and its vastness, were already beyond what ordinary people could surpass.
But Zhao Feng's ambitions were not just for this land, he was plotting for the entire universe.
Plotting much bigger!
Upon hearing Ying Zheng's words.
Zhao Feng showed a touched smile.
Since the recognition on Mount Tai.
Zhao Feng also understood everything his father did for him behind the scenes.
Knowing his identity, he spared no effort to promote him, allowing him to gain power, fa.
To ensure he had his own people, Han Fei, Xiao He, and others were greatly employed by him.
To ensure his peace of mind, he entrusted the power of the nation to him.
A father, an emperor, could achieve this, which was rare throughout history.
In the imperial family.
For emperors, the power they hold is not allowed by anyone, even offspring, even father and son.
Almost no so-called affection involved.
The imperial family has no affection, it's absolutely not an idle sentence.
But Ying Zheng indeed truly demonstrated familial affection to Zhao Feng and his family.
"Dad."
"Do you want to ride a dragon?"
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