After leaving Du Tianfeng's command tent, Li Xuancang returned to his room.
His conversation with Du Tianfeng had affected him deeply.
"I'm still not strong enough. If I had the power to suppress everything, I wouldn't need to fear anyone. No rule would be a rule to me."
Li Xuancang understood clearly: in the end, it all came down to his own lack of strength.
Li Xuancang's strength was advancing by leaps and bounds, changing with each passing day, but he was still unsatisfied.
"Another half month, and it'll have been a year."
Unknowingly, his surge in power was about to reach its first anniversary.
He had transformed completely from an ordinary person. His strength was now thirty-seven times what it had been at the beginning.
He could easily lift five or six tons, punch with nearly eight tons of force, smash through a meter of reinforced concrete, tear apart ten-centimeter-thick steel plates with his bare hands, and leap over a hundred meters straight up. It was simply terrifying.
"With my strength, I should be able to match someone at the Mid Astral Qi Realm."
Li Xuancang had a good sense of his own strength. He was about evenly matched with someone at the Mid Astral Qi Realm.
Among the hundreds of millions of living beings in Peace Prefecture, only one in a thousand could become a cultivator. The Bone Forging Realm and Blood Condensation Realm that followed blocked the path of nine out of ten cultivators.
The Astral Qi Realm was already the pinnacle of power in Peace Prefecture, and those at the Mid Astral Qi Realm were the strongest among the strong.
"It's still not enough. I need more time."
The strength of the Mid Astral Qi Realm was far from enough for Li Xuancang. He would need