Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

The three demons of Langhuan stood quietly to the side, watching.

Leng Ning Shuang barely opened her eyes, looked at his face, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on her lips.

"Are you... alright?"

"Um."

Li Yuan nodded slightly. "You guys rest first, I'll be right back."

Ji Fanghua grimaced, utterly exhausted: "Where did you go... you left us again..."

"It's over there." Li Yuan looked into the depths of the sea of ​​thunder. "Just wait a moment."

He helped the two of them sit on the ice floes, then transformed the star field into an invisible protective shield to envelop them before turning around and heading back to the center of the Thunder Sea.

At this moment, the storm in the sea of ​​thunder was no longer as violent as before, but the central area was still filled with dancing electric snakes, and the incandescent lightning slowly rotated like a vortex.

He walked straight to the very center of the thunderstorm, with churning thunderclouds overhead and boiling seawater beneath his feet.

Li Yuan took a deep breath, no longer suppressing the surging power within his body, nor resisting the fierce electric arcs around him.

"boom!"

He lowered all his defenses, letting the first bolt of lightning strike him directly on the top of his head.

pain!

A wave of excruciating pain surged through me, every meridian spasming and then rupturing under the electric shock, only to be rapidly repaired by the power flowing through my body.

Immediately afterwards, a second bolt of lightning struck, then a third, then a fourth…

Thunderstorm raged, pouring down on him relentlessly.

Li Yuan gritted his teeth, letting the lightning wash over his body again and again, refining the resentment remaining in the demon core little by little, and repeatedly forging and purifying the three forces within his body, before merging them into one.

He is attacking the barrier.

The barrier between entering the realm of Tao and forgetting the realm of emotion is like an insurmountable chasm, where generations of Tang Dynasty geniuses have fallen.

To date, the concept of forgetting oneself is merely a legend and has never actually occurred.

His consciousness repeatedly touched that invisible boundary, only to be bounced back time and time again.

The power of the magic core had been mostly consumed within his body, and his body was almost numb from being struck by lightning, but the barrier remained unbreakable.

Li Yuan felt anxious. This couldn't go on; he had to find a different approach.

A chilling consciousness emerged from the depths of his mind.

It is the last vestige of the monstrous creature's obsession remaining in the demon core.

It had already been mostly refined by the Myriad Realms Palace, but it was still unwilling to give up.

While Li Yuan was fully engaged in fighting the lightning and his consciousness was focused on external things, it quietly invaded his sea of ​​consciousness, transforming into a dark phantom that opened its mouth wide, trying to devour Li Yuan's consciousness.

"You think you can swallow me whole?"

"Since we can't escape, let's die together!"

"Once you lose consciousness, this body will be mine!"

Li Yuan's consciousness transformed into a human form, standing in the center of his sea of ​​consciousness, watching the approaching black shadow with a gaze as calm as a deep pool.

"I've been waiting for you for so long."

The true form of the Myriad Realms Palace manifested in the sea of ​​consciousness, like a divine seal suppressing heaven and earth, crashing down with a deafening roar.

Unlike its previous borrowing, it now coexists with Li Yuan's soul and can be mobilized at a moment's notice.

The phantom of a golden palace unfolded, sealing off the lingering resentment of the monstrous creature from all sides.

"No--!"

The monstrous creature let out a final scream, and under the golden light, it melted away like frost and snow, vanishing completely.

This time it was true death, the soul and spirit were completely annihilated, and not a trace of their existence could be found in the world.

The surging power surged through Li Yuan's body, his mind a chaotic stampede of thoughts, and countless disordered ideas arose within him.

The barrier of forgetting worldly concerns is like a stone gate that reaches to the heavens and the earth, unbreakable.

Li Yuan felt that his strength was like a dragonfly trying to shake a pillar, having no effect whatsoever.

Forget your feelings! Forget the situation!

Each of the preceding realms has a corresponding characteristic, and logically speaking, forgetting the situation should be no exception.

All those who pursue the Great Way embark on a path of renunciation and abandonment of love, never to return, yet only a handful are able to overcome that hurdle.

"What is the purpose of cultivating the Tao?"

Li Yuan asked himself, and he had already given the answer before: to protect, to protect his family, to protect his comrades, and to protect everything he considered beautiful.

Therefore, he could not forget his feelings. Along the way, he had experienced countless life-and-death twists and turns. If he lost these, then cultivation would be meaningless to him.

"No, I will never forget!"

Even if it means I can't advance or make it to the end!

"The sword in my hand will also protect all people under heaven!"

He drew the nameless sword and gripped it tightly. His aura surged, and countless forces rushed towards the blade. Bolts of lightning struck down, and the blade crackled with countless arcs of electricity.

"choke!"

A dragon's roar emanated from the blade, and Yan Ji's figure flew out automatically, his fiery red robes crackling with lightning.

He spread his arms to welcome the baptism of lightning bolts. The surging lightning enveloped his entire body, making him look like a human-shaped arc of lightning from a distance.

He was bathed in lightning, letting the lightning fall from the sky. An incomparably domineering power burst forth from his body, sweeping across the sea of ​​lightning.

"boom!"

A fiery red beam shot straight into the sky, connecting with the thunderclouds to form a thundercloud pillar.

"Boom!"

The pillar of thunderclouds connecting heaven and earth crashed down on the blade. In the next instant, the dazzling light disappeared, the blade turned dark and deep, and the incomplete runes on it automatically filled in, exuding a mysterious and vast aura.

"My name is Yan Ji!"

As he spoke each word, his voice, as resounding as a great bell, echoed through the sky.

"Clang! Clang!"

He reached out and grasped the lightning bolt in his hand. The lightning bolt leaped and twisted in his hand, making a terrifying struggle.

Suddenly, he looked down at Li Yuan, two flames flickering in his eyes.

With a thought, Li Yuan merged with Yan Ji, and an ancient and vicissitudes aura rushed into his consciousness. In his sea of ​​consciousness, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and countless mountain-sized people were fighting in the sky.

With a wave of their hands, they could move mountains and fill seas; with each move, huge craters were blasted into the ground.

A towering figure in blue robes, wielding a large, jet-black sword, slashed down, tearing a gaping hole in the sky.

Li Yuan's gaze sharpened; what he held in his hand was Yan Ji.

The scene before him reminded him of the murals in the underground palace years ago—was this a war between gods and demons?

It turns out that Yanji's master was an ancient god who probably perished in this epic war, and Yanji was injured and fell into a deep sleep as a result.

Now, propelled by the power within his body, Yan Ji has finally completed the runes and restored his former glory amidst this vast sea of ​​lightning.

Divine Artifact: Flame Silence!

The illusion vanished the next second, and Yan Ji stepped forward, his voice filled with majesty.

"Having cast aside the three thousand tribulations of the mortal realm, the platform shines brightly, leading to the pure void!"

As he spoke, Li Yuan closed his eyes, and memories of the past swirled in his mind like a revolving lantern before vanishing into nothingness.

Li Yuan seemed to have entered a white, boundless world, devoid of joy or sorrow, anger or delusion. He looked down at the human world, where the battlefield was a sea of ​​corpses and blood, and a trace of pity rose in his eyes.

At that moment, a thought arose in his mind: if he wanted to protect all living beings, he must first abandon his own joys and sorrows!

"boom!"

The moment this thought arose, the invisible chasm deep within his consciousness shattered with a deafening roar.

The golden light of the Myriad Realms Palace, the incandescent lightning of the Thunder Sea, and the power of the three races within his body all converged into an unprecedented torrent, gushing forth along his meridians.

He felt as if he had stepped into a completely new world.

The surrounding thunderstorms were no longer a threat, but rather like whispers between heaven and earth. The wind, water, electricity, clouds, and the essence of all things resonated subtly with him.