Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

His divine sense spread outwards, like a tidal wave, enveloping the entire sea of ​​lightning.

Li Yuan opened his eyes.

The golden-red light in his pupils gradually faded, returning to pitch black, but a layer of refined luster appeared deep within his eyes.

He could feel his current strength, clenched his fist, and felt the vast and solid energy within his body.

Li Yuan had a feeling that he could fight even a peerless expert at the mid-stage of the Demon Emperor realm.

He broke through the thunderclouds and landed back on the floating ice.

Leng Ningshuang and the other person were still recovering, but their breathing had become much more stable. They looked slightly relieved when they saw him return.

Li Yuan didn't say much. He sat cross-legged beside the two of them, concealing his aura. At this moment, he stabilized his aura at the peak of the Dao Realm, silently sensing every change in the new realm.

A moment later, he got up and regulated their breathing again. Warm currents flowed in, and the hidden injuries on their bodies were instantly healed, and they returned to their peak condition.

The two exchanged a glance, a vague guess forming in their minds, but neither spoke it aloud.

Everything turned out alright, and they even dealt with the demons. Now, the problem they face is how to get to the sacred land of the demon race.

As the city lord of the Holy Capital had said, once past this sea of ​​lightning, the sacred land of the demon race would not be far away.

With Li Yuan's current level of cultivation, he could easily lead two people across the Thunder Sea. The key question is how to proceed from here.

Suddenly, Li Yuan sensed something and swept his divine sense across a sea area, discovering three familiar auras talking in hushed tones in the distance on the outer edge of the Thunder Sea.

It was the three demons, Langhuan and her companion. After he eliminated the demons, they had already left, but it seems they hadn't gone far.

"Let's go take a look."

Li Yuan stood up, took a step, and his figure swept silently across the vast sea like a gentle breeze, appearing in front of the three demons.

Langhuan subconsciously took a half step back.

It wasn't fear, it was pure shock.

The last time she saw Li Yuan, he was still in the mid-stage of the Dao Realm. Although his aura was powerful, it was far inferior to what it was now.

The Li Yuan before me seemed like a completely different person. Just by standing there, he was like a towering mountain, making it difficult to even breathe.

Qingcang's hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and Moming's pupils contracted slightly, but no one dared to make a move.

Li Yuan's aura was unfathomable; simply standing there already exerted immense pressure on them.

Li Yuan didn't make a move; he simply stood there, gazing at Langhuan across a shallow ripple.

After a few moments of silence, Langhuan spoke first: "You...you've broken through?"

"Hmm." Li Yuan nodded. "The Ghostly Beast is dead, so we don't need to worry about the demons bothering us for now."

Silence again.

"By the way, thank you for helping my Senior Sister Leng and the others outside earlier."

Although Langhuan didn't physically help him, she at least helped Ji Fanghua, which was the same thing for him.

Humans and demons are inherently enemies, so it's understandable that Langhuan would have concerns and calculations.

"snort!"

Qingcang snorted and looked away.

Langhuan hesitated for a moment, then took a step forward and said in a low voice, "Speaking of which, you saved us too. Since we've all come this far, why don't we make a deal?"

"Oh, what kind of deal?"

"I know the entrance to the Demon Clan's Holy Land. You can lead us through the Sea of ​​Thunder, and we'll enter the Holy Land together, okay?"

Langhuan raised her eyes, her expression sincere.

"Okay, that's fair."

Li Yuan nodded slightly.

"Come with me."

Ji Fanghua and the other woman had already caught up from a distance. Langhuan followed Li Yuan without saying a word, while Qingcang and Moming, who were lagging behind, exchanged glances but ultimately said nothing and followed as well.

Li Yuan deployed his star field, enveloping all five of them, and they safely passed through the sea of ​​lightning.

After Lei Hai, there was still a vast sea. This time, Lang Huan led the way, and the group drifted at sea for another two days before arriving at a group of scattered reefs.

Here, reefs stand tall and giant waves surge.

Langhuan led the group through a series of passages, passing through a very hidden underwater cave, where a grayish-white vortex appeared on the sea surface.

The cyclone was enormous, like a giant funnel connecting the clouds above to the deep sea below. It spun and emitted a low, mournful sound, as if a giant, transparent python was swimming between heaven and earth.

"This is the passage to the sacred land of the demon race."

Langhuan pointed to the cyclone and said, "An ancestor of my family once came here and engraved the map in the bloodline inheritance."

So that's how it is. It seems we really need her to find the sacred land of the demon race; otherwise, we'd have to take so many detours.

"This is a natural barrier to the sacred land of the demon race. If the correct path cannot be found, those who enter will only get lost in the endless spatial maze, or even be teleported to an unknown corner."

This passage seems to be extremely dangerous.

Langhuan took out a bright white rhombus-shaped crystal from her bosom. A faint light flashed in her palm, and fine coordinate patterns as thin as spider silk appeared on the crystal. An invisible key opened the center of the vortex, revealing a narrow passage.

"The coordinates of the holy site are in here. Even if we accidentally get lost in the passage, we can still find our way back."

"Stay close to me and don't stray from the path."

After Langhuan finished speaking, she took the lead and stepped inside.

Li Yuan followed with Leng Ning Shuang and the other person, while Qing Cang and Mo Ming stayed behind. The six figures disappeared into the depths of the vortex one by one, and the entrance behind them slowly closed.

The wind and snow silently covered the sea again, as if nothing had happened.

The passage was longer than Li Yuan had anticipated.

They had been traveling for half a day, and the gray-white vortexes around them were like two endlessly extending barriers, separating paths of light that were sometimes wide and sometimes narrow.

The road beneath their feet was half solid and half unreliable, and each step felt like walking on flowing sand. Ahead, Langhuan held a rhombus-shaped crystal and walked cautiously.

Qingcang and Moming stood guard on either side of her, warily scanning the hazy void on both sides of the passage.

Li Yuan transformed the star field into a layer of light membrane, enveloping Ji Fanghua and the other person, isolating them from the bone-chilling cold seeping from the passage.

The most dangerous part is the intermittent spatial turbulence, and there are countless branching paths that are intertwined, many of which are dead ends.

The passage was not quiet; a low rumble occasionally came from afar, like some huge creature writhing in the depths of the void.

Langhuan looked tense: "According to ancient records of the demon race, this passage is inhabited by void beasts that live in the spatial interlayers and hunt travelers in the passage for a living."

Upon hearing this, everyone became more vigilant.

Not long after they entered the passage, several figures suddenly appeared in front of the cyclone.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group wore a long black robe, his face was chiseled, and his aura was as deep and imposing as a mountain.

A refined-looking man in blue robes followed a step behind him.

Behind them was a silver-haired man surrounded by frost.

If Li Yuan and his group were here, they would definitely be very surprised to see them.

The domineering middle-aged man was none other than the Demon Emperor Xuan Tian, ​​who was in seclusion. Closely following behind him were the Azure Lotus Demon Saint and the Profound Ice Demon Emperor.

No one could have imagined that these three would appear at the entrance to the passage leading to the sacred land of the demon race.

A moment later, the entrance to the passage rippled again.

A gaunt old monk led a Taoist priest with an ethereal air, and behind them was a middle-aged man whose aura was as deep as an abyss.

"It seems they've already gone inside. Let's go too."

The old monk glanced at the passage and stepped inside without hesitation.

The old Taoist priest nodded slightly: "Your Majesty, please."