Chapter 274: Chapter 26: The Mysterious Stone Tablet_2

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After speaking, the geniuses present all sat cross-legged, each choosing a spot to begin contemplating. “Madam, what do you think?”

Zhao Huai looked at Yu Qinghan, asking for her opinion.

“I don’t really like the process of enlightenment. It’s both tedious and dull, but my husband can give it a try.”

Yu Qinghan crossed her arms across her chest and shook her head.

“Alright.”

Zhao Huai nodded, found a seat, stared at the surging Luo River, closed his eyes, and began to carefully contemplate.

With his Human Immortal Form’s level of comprehension, wouldn’t he understand more than a dozen cultivation techniques within minutes?

At this moment, Elder Ye, Qin Junzi, and Cai Yujing stood on the upper reaches of the Luo River, looking at the crowd in the distance.

Cai Yujing glanced at Zhao Huai and slowly said, “Younger Master, the Luo River contains the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. It’s difficult to comprehend magic from it. Even Uncle Shen barely grasped a zither music score.”

Elder Ye laughed and said, “Comprehension is irrelevant to the level of cultivation. Breaking the mystery of the river map is the fastest way.”

Shen Mengqiu, dressed in a green robe, with a gentle and elegant demeanor, said lightly, “After all, Hetu and Luoshu are divine treasures. We only obtained a part of them. Observing the Luo River requires tremendous spiritual power. If one is careless, they will be trapped in the illusory world constructed by the Luo River and unable to extricate themselves. That’s why I intensified the world of zither music.”

As time passed little by little.

Three sticks of incense later.

Zhao Huai opened his eyes again, his expression somewhat bewildered.

Why is there no reaction?

He almost fell asleep sitting there, but there were no cultivation techniques, let alone comprehending the Great Dao. He didn’t even have a train of thought.

Helplessly, he could only stand up and walk towards the others.

If he couldn’t comprehend, he shouldn’t waste time.

It would be better to see what the others were experiencing.

After taking a few steps, he saw Yu Qinghan sitting next to a raging current, meditating and enlightening.

Although Madam said it was boring and tedious, she still went to try.

Zhao Huai didn’t disturb her and went to see the others instead.

“What kind of cultivation technique has Your Royal Highness comprehended?”

Suddenly, an old and hoarse laughter came from behind. Zhao Huai turned his head and saw that it was Elder Ye. “Ahem, it’s not an urgent matter. Let’s see the others first.”

Zhao Huai coughed lightly to explain.

It wasn’t that he had an idol burden, but he just felt a bit embarrassed.

During their conversation, a ray of light flickered in the Luo River and shot out directly.

It headed towards a man next to Zhao Huai.

It was the same unrestrained man who had been drinking before. He had a flushed face, magic power circulating around his body, and seemed to have gained some insight.

With a strong smell of alcohol filling the air and barely able to stand steady, he raised his soft arms to perform various fist techniques.

His fists were weak and simple, not like a proper cultivation technique.

However, Zhao Huai’s eyes saw various changes.

As if there were an invisible vortex beneath the drunk man’s feet, the magic power fluctuated along his arms towards his waist, sometimes dispersed and sometimes condensed.

It was really hard to discern between reality and illusion.

“What a mysterious fist technique…”

Zhao Huai watched and marveled, as a little figure appeared in his mind, repeatedly performing the fist techniques of the drunk man.

“Huh!”

The drunk man threw another punch.

This time, a spiral water tornado was stirred up in Luo River, following the direction of the man’s punch and soaring into the air.

“Splash!”

Soon, another water tornado flew out, like two dragons emerging from the sea.

Seeing this, Zhao Huai nodded secretly.

This fist technique was indeed good, as it was difficult to discern between reality and illusion.

It could be named Luo Water Fist Skill.

At this moment, many people opened their eyes, looking at the drunk man in amazement.

They hadn’t expected someone to actually comprehend something from Luo River.

More than half of them couldn’t even enter the world within the Luo River.

They had even thought it was just a ridiculous joke. But someone had really succeeded in comprehending it.

“Buzz!”

There was more noise in the distance.

Zhao Huai looked and saw a woman dancing with her sword. The water of Luo River was guided out, blending with the magic power, creating a condensed swirling sword qi, which was illusory and invisible.

The woman was surrounded by water, standing in the air. The sword technique looked extraordinary.

Obviously, this woman had comprehended swordsmanship.

Zhao Huai watched for a while and was very satisfied.

Not bad, not bad. Luo River Sword Skill, learned.

Since he couldn’t comprehend it himself, learning from others was just as good.

“Not bad, not bad. So many people have comprehended cultivation techniques. It seems this approach was a good decision.” Elder Ye’s old face was full of pride.

“How is His Royal Highness doing?” Cai Yuxiang asked curiously.

“It seems like he is not observing Luo River, but watching others comprehend.”Elder Shen Mengqiu had a puzzled expression on his face.

“Huh?”

Cai Yuxiang was stunned, unable to react for a moment.

By the Luo River.

Zhao Huai, with a pragmatic attitude, stood behind each genius who had comprehended a technique, watching them perform and then memorizing the techniques in his mind.

These cultivation techniques originated from the ancient Luo River; therefore, they were all of high quality. Having more certainly wouldn’t hurt.

That was, until he noticed.

Yu Qinghan’s body was radiating strong spiritual qi. As the waves in the Luo River churned, it was clear she had achieved enlightenment.

Zhao Huai immediately moved closer.

It was clear that the magic technique Madam had comprehended had a higher level than the others.

Soon, tall water-armored guards holding long lances materialized on the Luo River.

Yu Qinghan quickly opened her eyes and clenched her jade-like hand.

Thick, condensed magic power formed a dark blue long halberd.

One strike, and a thousand waves were stirred!

The Luo River parted, revealing a deep trench.

Yu Qinghan put away the long halberd in her hand, glanced at Zhao Huai, and said with a smile:

“Husband, have you comprehended any Divine Skills?”

Zhao Huai scratched his head, hesitating for a while before telling the truth:

“Not really, but I did learn a lot from watching others. For example, there’s this…”

Zhao Huai demonstrated a fist technique, taking a swirling step, and a huge water vortex rose from the Luo River.

“And this.”

He thrust his sword finger nine times, and his magic power transformed into a crystal clear jade-like river flowing around, its reality and illusion difficult to discern.

“I also learned a few illusionary magic techniques.”

Zhao Huai’s eyes narrowed, and deep within his gaze, an illusion emerged, projected into Yu Qinghan’s mind through the force of his spiritual power.

He then performed several more magic techniques.

After watching these, Yu Qinghan was taken aback and asked in amazement, “You learned all of this just by watching?”

Zhao Huai nodded and sighed, “Learning them is useless. I don’t know why I can’t comprehend these techniques.”

“It’s not a big deal. If you haven’t comprehended them yet, it’s not meant to be. We won’t be lacking this one technique.”

Yu Qinghan reassured him.

Just then, a gurgling sound came from the Luo River.

Upon hearing the noise, Zhao Huai fixed his gaze on it and, with an unusual expression, muttered:

“What is this?”

The object in the water was revealed—a stele with ancient, rusty chains attached to it.

It was engraved with obscure text.

Zhao Huai could only stare at it briefly before feeling a throbbing headache.

His spiritual power was then dragged by an invisible force into another world.

It was like Chuang Tzu’s dream—surreal and illusory.

Ripples appeared before Zhao Huai’s eyes.

He found himself in a vast and boundless world, where immortal clouds swirled around magnificent palaces and towering temples scattered among seas of clouds.

Above the seas of clouds, immortal light enveloped the sky, filling it with golden mist and Buddha’s light.

Countless illusory figures stood in the seas of clouds, their eyes barely visible and indifferent.

A huge stele, suspended by chains, descended from the sky and was cast into the seas of clouds below.

Zhao Huai’s pupils suddenly contracted as he felt as though he was really there.

The stele looked exactly like the one in the Luo River.

Suddenly, a pair of indifferent and cold eyes caught sight of Zhao Huai.

That gaze seemed to pierce through the illusion, traversing time and space, staring directly at Zhao Huai.

Zhao Huai felt a sudden chill, as if he was plunged into an ice cave.

The illusion shattered with a splash, and the scene disappeared.

Zhao Huai returned to reality, his back soaked in cold sweat.

Seeing his condition, Yu Qinghan asked with concern. “Nothing, just saw some strange things.”

Zhao Huai waved his hand, signaling that he was fine.

“What should we do with this stele?”

Yu Qinghan pointed at the stele that was pulled up and asked with a frown.

“Let’s just leave it here. Since it’s been brought up, Elder Ye might be able to decipher the content on it.”

Zhao Huai thought for a moment and replied.

He glanced at the now much smaller stele, a vague feeling in his heart.

It didn’t feel like an illusion.