Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

"It's easy to fall over if the wind blows. Leaving the capital, a place of trouble and conflict, and going out to gain experience and grow is the best choice."

He took a sip of tea and continued, "Moreover, by refusing His Majesty's overtures, you will only make those who are wary of you lower their guard and think that you are just a reckless man who is focused on cultivation and has no political ambitions, and therefore do not pose a real threat to them."

"Given that His Majesty has made it clear that he will protect you, no one should risk killing you in the short term."

Li Yuan nodded thoughtfully; Mr. Mo's analysis was basically consistent with his judgment.

However, he relied on intuition, while Mr. Mo said he made the conclusion after weighing the pros and cons.

"However," Mr. Mo changed the subject, his gaze becoming profound, "this is only temporary. When you truly grow up and touch the interests of certain people, they will still take action against you."

"Therefore, the most important thing now is to improve our strength as soon as possible."

Li Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he nodded solemnly: "This student understands."

The three chatted for a few more minutes, and seeing that it was getting late, Liu Hongyan got up and left. Li Yuan respectfully escorted her to the courtyard.

Back in his room, he didn't rush to rest: "Mr. Mo, I have another question to ask you."

"you say."

Since entering the Condensation Realm, he has been pondering a question: among the cultivators of the Great Tang Dynasty, those with talent are as numerous as the sea, but those who can cultivate to the Condensation Realm are extremely rare.

After entering the Condensation Realm, many cultivators are unable to advance any further in their entire lives.

Li Yuan's eyes held a hint of confusion: "This student would like to know, how can one break through to the Qi Condensation Realm?"

Mr. Mo's gaze deepened, and after a long while, he slowly spoke: "Above the Condensation Realm is the Dao Entry Realm, and to enter the Dao Realm, the accumulation of Yuan Power is no longer the key."

Li Yuan listened intently.

"Cultivation below the Condensation Realm is about accumulating power, refining the physical body, expanding the meridians, consolidating the dantian, and tempering the primordial spirit. These are just the basics."

"The Realm of Entering the Dao is so named because it is about finding one's own Dao."

"One's own path?" Li Yuan pondered these four words.

"Everyone's path is different."

"Some people's path is killing, some are benevolence, some are destruction, some are creation, some are transcendence... There are three thousand great paths, no two are exactly the same, and no one can completely copy another's path."

"Then how can one find their own path?" Li Yuan pressed.

Mr. Mo shook his head: "No one can answer this question for you, because everyone's path must be understood by themselves. What others tell you is always their path, not yours."

"You can only rely on yourself to walk, to try, to fall, to get up, to make choices at countless crossroads. Ultimately, you will find your own answer at the end of the road."

Li Yuan fell silent. He seemed to understand, but he knew that Mr. Mo was right: the path of cultivation was ultimately a solitary one.

"However," Mr. Mo changed the subject, "you are still some distance from entering the Dao Realm. There is no need to rush. First, you should solidify your foundation for the Condensation Realm and repair the hidden injuries in your body. That is the most urgent task."

He took out a jade bottle from his pocket: "Inside is a Gathering Yuan Pill, which will be beneficial to your recovery."

At that time in Yichang, Li Yuan forcibly and rapidly absorbed demonic power, leaving behind hidden injuries that were difficult to heal. Fearing that things might change if he delayed, he dared not linger outside. After healing the superficial injuries, he set off.

But with Mr. Mo, he could finally relax and boldly let go of everything to focus on healing.

In the Great Tang Dynasty, Mo Wentian was undoubtedly the strongest person in the world, and there were very few who could rival him.

Li Yuan accepted the jade bottle, a warm feeling welling up in his heart: "Thank you, sir."

"Go ahead." Mr. Mo waved his hand. "I've already had the room next door prepared. You can stay there tonight and get some rest. Starting tomorrow, I'll protect you and help you fully recover."

Li Yuan stood up, bowed deeply to Mr. Mo, and left the room.

The bed in the next room was neatly made, and a calming incense stick was lit on the table. Li Yuan sat down by the bed and took out the demon core of the Ink Dragon Demon King from his pocket.

The demon core is deep blue and contains powerful water-attribute demonic energy.

Without hesitation, he sat cross-legged, held the demon core in his palm, and began to circulate his cultivation technique to absorb its essence.

The demon core of the Ink Dragon Demon King possessed demonic power far exceeding that of the Black Feather Demon King and others. The pure and boundless energy surged into his body, was transformed by the Myriad Realms Palace, and then flowed along his meridians, nourishing his damaged internal organs and repairing the hidden injuries within his body.

Time passed slowly, and his aura steadily improved. His cultivation at the early stage of the Condensation Realm gradually solidified, and he moved towards the middle stage.

Just as his mind was immersed in cultivation, a hum resounded from the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness from the majestic Myriad Realms Palace.

Li's figure appeared on the gate: "Little guy, it's time. The second level is about to begin."

"The second stage? Now?"

Since the first level opened, Li Yuan had been waiting for the next level. Especially after his last advancement to the Condensation Realm, he had long been prepared to challenge the level, but nothing happened.

It seems that the opening of the Myriad Realms Palace's levels does not follow a fixed pattern, or rather, it is not the trigger condition he imagined.

"When the time is right, it will open naturally."

There was a deeper meaning in Li's voice.

"What do I need to do?"

"Relax your mind, don't resist." Li's voice became ethereal. "Let my power take you where you are meant to be."

Li Yuan relaxed his mind as instructed. The next moment, his primordial spirit was enveloped by a gentle force, passing through the majestic bronze gate in his sea of ​​consciousness and entering the Myriad Realms Palace.

This was the first time he had truly entered this gate. At first glance, he saw endless, overlapping palaces, and an intense pressure made him dare not even entertain the thought of exploring further.

After crossing a plaza, the two arrived at a magnificent palace. Ancient totems were carved on the gate, exuding a vast and ancient aura.

The gate slowly opened, and a primordial aura rushed out.

Li Yuan's vision went black, and he instantly lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in a dense jungle.

Above us are colossal trees that blot out the sky, each requiring more than a dozen people to encircle, their canopies intertwining to form a green canopy in the air.

Li Yuan looked around blankly, feeling as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it.

He looked down at himself. He was wearing rough animal skin clothing, holding a stone spear in his hand, barefoot, his skin tanned to a bronze color, and his palms covered with calluses.

"Yuan! You're awake!"

A loud voice came from behind him. Li Yuan turned around and saw a burly young man striding towards him.

The young man was also dressed in animal skins, with a freshly hunted deer slung over his shoulder, and a hearty smile on his face.

"You got hit by that beast and passed out. We all thought you were dead, but you're really lucky!"

He walked up to Li Yuan, reached out and slapped him hard on the shoulder, making Li Yuan wince in pain: "Get up!"

"The chieftain said we must capture that saber-toothed tiger before nightfall, otherwise it keeps ravaging the tribe's prey, and we're all running out of food!"