"This gate..."
"Can it send me to another world?"
Through a brief spiritual connection,
a stream of information flowed from within the 'gate'.
In short,
Lin Yuan could, should he choose, pass through the 'gate' in his mind.
Enter another world.
This entrance did not imply the physical body entering,
but rather the arrival of the True Spirit, the Consciousness Descent.
Similar to reincarnation.
"The Door to the Myriad Realms..."
Lin Yuan looked thoughtful.
Based on the flashing text in his field of vision, the Gate of Light in his mind should be the Myriad Realms Gate.
And Lin Yuan was the Holder of the Myriad Realms Gate.
"Should I try it now?"
Lin Yuan fell into contemplation.
The Myriad Realms Gate could send his True Spirit Consciousness into an alien world.
But it was not without limits; each transit required the Myriad Realms Gate some time to 'recharge'.
Calculated according to the Canglan Star's solar cycle, this period was roughly eight months to a year.
"Never mind."
Lin Yuan made up his mind.
In a few days, conscription staff would take him away.
Then, he would be subjected to comprehensive surveillance along with other recruits.
Lin Yuan didn't know whether the True Spirit transits by the Myriad Realms Gate would leave traces on his body, thus alerting the surveillance to something unusual.
But Lin Yuan dared not gamble.
Even a fool could see that the gate in his mind was an incredible Treasure.
If that were to be leaked, what awaited him would be certainty far worse than forced conscription.
Lin Yuan understood the principle that to possess a gem is to invite envy.
Therefore,
The best time to transit the Myriad Realms was now.
At least at the moment, Lin Yuan was not under any surveillance.
Even if some anomalies arose, there was a chance they could be covered up.
Moreover, from the extraordinary aspect revealed by the Myriad Realms Gate,
it was possible that Lin Yuan could become an Evolver and be exempt from forced conscription.
"Transit."
With a single thought from Lin Yuan, the Gate of Light in his mind began to quiver.
Lin Yuan only felt his spirit and consciousness uncontrollably flooding into the Gate of Light.
...
The Dali Dynasty.
The Great Zen Temple.
As a world-renowned holy land of the Buddha Gate, the depths of the Great Zen Temple were unfathomable.
There were no less than fifty Martial Monks at the Innate Realm, and even a Grand Master at the Grand Master Realm.
You should know—
Whether in the imperial court or in the martial world,
Innate martial artists were considered local experts, and Grandmasters were few and could be counted on two hands.
With a Grandmaster presiding, the Great Zen Temple could basically be considered one of the top powers.
The Martial Monk Institute.
Hundreds of martial monks were topless, sweating profusely, practicing the Arhat Fist.
The Arhat Fist was not a profound martial art, but it was highly beneficial for strengthening one's foundations.
The many martial monks of the Great Zen Temple often practiced this boxing technique to circulate their life essence.
As the monks practiced the fist repeatedly,
not far away, a group of three- to four-year-old little novices in gray robes poked their heads out.
Their round eyes looked over, filled with curiosity and expectation.
This group of novices was the most recently accepted disciples of the Great Zen Temple.
Their backgrounds were mostly that of orphans without a father or mother.
"Who would have thought..."
Among the dozen little novices, one significantly younger novice's gaze suddenly flashed with an unusual light.
This novice, naturally, was Lin Yuan who had transited over.
"The Martial World..."
Lin Yuan's expression was contemplative.
Although the young novice's years were few, he had some understanding of this world.
This world, akin to the ancient times of 'Earth', was home to martial artists capable of taking on thousands single-handedly.
From the memory of the little novice, Lin Yuan found that an old monk at the Great Zen Temple, from tens of meters away, could lightly strike and shatter a wall.
In the world of the cosmic human civilization, that would undoubtedly be considered 'superhuman', part of the ranks of Evolvers.
[Name: Lin Yuan]
[Identity: Holder of the Myriad Realms Gate]
[Realm: None]
[Bound Talent: Against-Heaven's Understanding]
[Current Status: Consciousness Descent]
[Residence Time: Twenty years]
.....
In the lower left side of his field of vision, Lin Yuan quietly saw lines of illusory text flashing by.
"I can only stay in this world for twenty years?"
Lin Yuan looked pensive.
That was not difficult to understand.
However, the newly appeared [Bound Talent] did cause Lin Yuan some confusion.
"Against-Heaven's Understanding..."
Lin Yuan checked himself. Apart from his senses becoming much clearer,
there were no other anomalies.
"Eh?"
"That's a sparrow..."
Lin Yuan looked up and saw a sparrow flying in the sky,
His clear senses allowing him to notice every detail on the sparrow's body.
Feathers, wings, pinions...
Only a moment later.
[Your understanding is against heaven, having observed the sparrow's flight, you comprehended the martial skill Divine Sparrow Sky-Crossing Skill]
Lin Yuan's eyes instantly widened.
In an instant, countless key points about the martial skill Divine Sparrow Sky-Crossing Skill flooded into his mind.
This skill enabled one to hover briefly in the air, and although it couldn't achieve true flight like a sparrow, it was still incredibly unbelievable.
"This is Against-Heaven's Understanding..."
Lin Yuan took a deep breath.
Just by watching a sparrow for a moment, he had comprehended a rare skill. This ability truly deserved the 'against heaven' label.
"An earthworm..."
Lin Yuan shifted his target, looking at an earthworm crawling out of the soil next to him.
[Your understanding is against heaven, having watched an earthworm digging through soil, you have comprehended the martial skill Earth Dragon Rolling Skill]
A wealth of digging experience and techniques emerged. With the Earth Dragon Rolling Skill, Lin Yuan could create a vast underground tunnel in a short amount of time, becoming the forefather of all tomb thieves.
"This is sick."
"Way too sick."
Lin Yuan couldn't help but feel emotional internally.
At the same time, his gaze no longer focused on the surroundings.
Instead, he looked toward the numerous martial monks practicing their fists in the distance.
[Your understanding is against heaven, observing the martial monks practicing Arhat Fist, you've comprehended the superior martial skill Great Arhat Buddha Fist]
Compared to the previous two attempts, this time took much longer, almost half a stick of incense to complete.
"Great Arhat Buddha Fist?"
Spiritual light surged in Lin Yuan's mind, and he started practicing the fist technique accordingly.
...
Under an old towering tree of the Martial Monk Institute,
Abbot Huiwen stopped walking and looked toward the many martial monks practicing their fists.
"Not bad, not bad at all."
"There are no shortcuts on the path of martial arts."
"Only through decades of arduous training can one achieve success."
Abbot Huiwen nodded slightly, his expression revealing appreciation.
He observed for a while but didn't find any martial monk slacking off. Everyone was practicing earnestly without any slack.
"These little rascals..."
Abbot Huiwen's gaze shifted, seeing a group of young novices sneaking looks from not far away.
Although the Great Zen Temple is a holy land of Buddha Gate, it is also one of the Great Martial Sects, so it was normal for the young novices to aspire to the Martial Tao.
"They haven't even learned to walk yet, and they're already thinking of running?"
Seeing six or seven little novices imitating the martial monks and mockingly practicing fist techniques, Abbot Huiwen couldn't help feeling a bit helpless.
Even though Arhat Fist wasn't some profound martial art, it was still a secret skill of the Great Zen Temple. To learn it would take no less than seven or eight years.
That was under the condition of having ample vitality and guidance from a master. As for those novices… Their bodies hadn't fully developed yet, making it absolutely impossible for them to master Arhat Fist.
"Fooling around; they're all fooling around."
Abbot Huiwen frowned, his eyebrows knitting together. Training in martial arts was no joke - forced practice not only brought no benefits but could also injure the body.
"Hmm?"
Just as Abbot Huiwen was about to step in and send the novices away,
he suddenly froze.
His gaze fell on the youngest novice amongst them.
Similar to the other novices, this one was also practicing fist techniques.
"What?"
Abbot Huiwen's expression changed subtly, becoming more incredulous the more he watched, and a tumultuous shock surged through his heart.