Meng Zhao's state of mind had not reached that supreme, transcendent level. When the moment truly came, emotions such as hesitation, doubt, and fear still arose.
Fortunately, he noticed them quickly and adjusted himself.
His Internal Cultivation had long since reached the limit of the Houtian Realm, standing at the very pinnacle, with nowhere further to advance.
Looking across all of history, such a state was exceedingly rare. In as little as a few days, it would become impossible to suppress, and he would naturally break through.
Moreover, today he had used a secret art to connect with the Azure Dragon Armor, allowing this Emperor Yu Battle Armor to reside within his body. Nourished by his essence blood, it in turn fed back into his flesh and physique. His condition had reached its peak.
If he did not break through now, he would instead delay the right moment and set up a demonic obstacle for himself.
Meng Zhao sat down again. Unlike his previous upright lotus position, this time he was far more casual, his shoulders slack and his knees bent. It did not look like a cultivation posture at all, yet it carried an air of perfect naturalness.
With the Azure Dragon Armor's aid, he had caught an early glimpse of the vital energy that only the Innate Realm could perceive. He had also replayed the various Martial Dao arts he cultivated, greatly broadening his realm and insight. He came to understand that the fixed postures of past cultivation had merely been meant to regulate the mind, adjust the body, better calm the spirit, and immerse oneself in cultivation.
Once one's realm was sufficient, every movement could blend into one's daily habits and become cultivation. There was no need to cling rigidly to formal methods of training.
Seated on