"Ivan, perhaps you should stay and take care of Su Qing. She's unfamiliar with this place and you two can look out for each other."
After the hospital check-ups, Li Xuan and Ivan were informed that Su Qing needed to be admitted for surgery. Li Xuan was already aware of Su Qing's condition.
Her body had been precarious after a ten-day arduous journey, and falling into the trap had been the last straw that broke her.
Although Li Xuan had treated Su Qing's leg injury, he could do nothing about her other wounds. If Li Xuan had intervened, he could have healed Su Qing, but doing so would have exposed his secret.
As long as Su Qing's life was not in danger, Li Xuan ultimately chose not to act. Now that Su Qing needed to stay in the hospital for recovery and treatment, Li Xuan had no choice but to leave Ivan behind. After all, Li Xuan's own time was running out.
Furthermore, based on his memories, Li Xuan had a vague impression of the Potala Palace within the Tibetan region. Many tourists visited the Potala Palace over the years, but many couldn't cope with the high altitude climate and the unpredictable weather along the way.
Compared to the Dongxian Mountain Range, the danger increased as one approached the Potala Palace. Now that Su Qing had met with an accident, Li Xuan didn't want her and Ivan to encounter any more trouble following him.
"Uncle Li Xuan, aren't you staying to wait for Sister Su Qing to recover?" Ivan asked Li Xuan, looking puzzled.
Over the past ten days, the three of them had developed a harmonious relationship. Ivan couldn't understand why Li Xuan wanted to leave at this point.
Li Xuan shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I have some things to do, and it's not suitable for me to bring you along. We've reached the southern city now, and it's not far from the Potala. This way, the mission is considered complete."
"If fate allows, we will meet again. Ivan, please tell Su Qing that her injury this time is my responsibility. If she needs anything in the future, she can come to Hangzhou to find me."
After speaking, Li Xuan turned and strode towards the hospital entrance. Ivan looked as if he had something to say but remained silent.
In fact, Ivan had already realized that Li Xuan had a clear objective, and his care for them along the way had been diligent. The sudden separation made Ivan feel a little uneasy.
"I hope, as you say, that we will meet again," Ivan murmured, gazing in the direction Li Xuan had gone, then turned resolutely and walked back towards the ward.
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The Potala Palace, one of the symbols of the Tibetan region.
Li Xuan did not prostrate himself every few steps like the pilgrims, but as he approached the Potala Palace, his divine soul became increasingly agitated. His curiosity about the Potala Palace grew stronger.
A place that could resonate with Li Xuan's divine soul must possess immense energy. He vaguely sensed that this resonance seemed similar to the great Buddha he had seen at Mount Lefo, but he would only know the specifics upon arrival.
As he walked, Li Xuan saw more and more pilgrims. The faces of these monks were filled with devotion. The legendary five-step prostration could be seen everywhere.
Even Li Xuan felt a sense of awe for these pilgrims. Those with such great perseverance were certainly worthy of Li Xuan's respect.
Along the way, Li Xuan had also witnessed the drastic weather changes.
At times, storms; at times, flying snow; at times, bright sunshine; at times, ice three feet thick. Few pilgrims survived, and it was even rarer for them to maintain their original intentions after enduring so many hardships.
"In a person's life, faith is paramount. They fully embody this. Although cultivation is impossible on Earth, their practice is one of cultivating the heart. There are thousands of paths to the Great Dao, and the journey is long and arduous."
Li Xuan sighed softly, then bowed towards the direction of the Potala Palace before waving his hand. A surge of spiritual energy dispersed, entering the bodies of each pilgrim, helping them to recover.
"This journey was worthwhile." After standing still for several minutes, Li Xuan slowly opened his eyes. The sudden enlightenment had improved his divine soul and state of mind.
The bottleneck of the advanced mortal realm had been naturally broken.
While breaking through to the Fetal Breath realm on Yuan Ling Continent was simple, reaching the Fetal Breath realm on Earth in such a short period was truly extraordinary.
Li Xuan exhaled a breath of turbid air and then continued forward towards the Potala Palace.
After walking for several more hours, the scenery before Li Xuan's eyes changed. Vast grasslands and majestic mountain peaks. The scenery was beautiful and picturesque.
In the distance, a solemn and majestic palace appeared in Li Xuan's sight.
"This land of China truly lives up to its reputation. This Potala Palace is exceptionally unique. No wonder there are so many devout pilgrims; this place is indeed extraordinary." Through his senses, the energy similar to that within the great Buddha was extremely powerful.
Li Xuan glanced around, and faint glints of spiritual light flickered in his eyes. At this moment, his divine soul was churning violently. It was clear that this was due to the Potala Palace.
"Could it be that the Potala Palace contains something I need?" Li Xuan pondered, sensing the abnormality of his divine soul.
With that thought, Li Xuan quickened his pace towards the Potala Palace.
His journey was meant to seek a breakthrough opportunity, and now that he had reached the Potala Palace, he would find out what was there by investigating.
At the same moment, on the top floor of the White Palace of the Potala Palace, an old monk with snow-white eyebrows and beard slowly opened his eyes. If Li Xuan were present, he would have noticed that the old monk's gaze was directed precisely towards his direction.
"Azaga, a distinguished guest has arrived. Go and greet them," the old monk said after a few seconds.
"Yes," a voice responded immediately after the old monk spoke.
Outside the main gate of the Potala Palace, Li Xuan stood. Looking up at the majestic Potala Palace, Li Xuan could only feel reverence. As he got closer, Li Xuan realized that the Potala Palace was built against the mountainside.
The palaces and halls were grand, and the distinct contrast of red, white, and yellow colors was striking.
"The wisdom of the ancients is truly remarkable." Li Xuan recalled that the Potala Palace was over a thousand years old. Although it had suffered damage, it had endured. With the long-term peace and stability in China, the Potala Palace had also undergone many renovations. It was no easy feat for it to still possess such grandeur.
"Is the visitor named Li?" Just then, a voice suddenly pulled Li Xuan out of his contemplation. Hearing this, Li Xuan looked and saw a monk in a dark red robe bowing to him and asking, "Is the visitor named Li?"
"Indeed." Although Li Xuan was surprised, he returned the bow.
Upon Li Xuan's confirmation, the monk bowed again and said, "Please follow this humble monk. The Abbot requests your presence."
"Thank you." Li Xuan was once again shocked. He had only just arrived at the Potala Palace, and someone already knew of his arrival. Moreover, from the tone of his voice, it seemed to be the abbot of the Potala Palace himself.
"This is rather interesting." Li Xuan smiled slightly and then followed the monk's footsteps.