Chapter 2 Reincarnation Descends, Against-Heaven's Understanding

"This door..."

"Can it send me to another world?"

Through a brief mental contact,

streams of information transmitted from the 'door.'

To put it simply,

if Lin Yuan was willing, he could go through the 'door' in his mind,

entering another world.

This entry was not a physical one

but was instead a descent of his true spirit and consciousness,

similar to reincarnation.

"The Myriad Realms Gate..."

Lin Yuan's expression was thoughtful.

According to the text flashing beneath his vision, the light gate in his mind should be the Myriad Realms Gate.

And Lin Yuan was the holder of this Myriad Realms Gate.

"Should I try it now?"

*Lin Yuan fell into contemplation.*

The Myriad Realms Gate could send his true spirit consciousness into different worlds.

However, it was not without limits; each traversal required the gate to 'charge' for a period of time.

According to the revolution period of Canglan Star, this time was approximately eight months to a year.

"Forget it,"

*Lin Yuan made up his mind.*

In a few days, recruitment officers would take him away.

By then, he would be monitored around the clock with other recruits.

*Lin Yuan was unsure if the true spirit traversal through the Myriad Realms Gate*

*would leave traces on his physical body that might be detected as anomalies by the surveillance.*

*But Lin Yuan didn't dare to gamble.*

*Anyone could tell that the Myriad Realms Gate in his mind was an extraordinary treasure.*

*If it got leaked, the consequences for him would be far worse than compulsory enlistment.*

*Lin Yuan understood the principle of culpability for possessing a treasure.*

Therefore,

the best time to perform the traversal was now.

At least for now, Lin Yuan was not under any surveillance.

Even if some anomaly appeared, there was hope of covering it up.

Moreover, with the extraordinary features exhibited by the Myriad Realms Gate,

it might allow Lin Yuan to become an evolver, exempting him from forced conscription.

"Traverse,"

As soon as Lin Yuan had the thought, the light gate in his mind began to tremble.

Lin Yuan felt his entire mind and consciousness being uncontrollably drawn into the light gate.

...

Dali Dynasty.

Great Zen Temple.

As a renowned sacred Buddha Gate across the world, the Great Zen Temple's depth was unfathomable.

There were no fewer than fifty martial monks in the Innate Realm, and moreover, there was a saint monk in the Grandmaster Realm.

It must be known—

whether in the court or in the martial world,

an innate martial artist was a formidable expert, while grandmasters could be counted on one hand.

With a grandmaster sitting in the Great Zen Temple, it qualified as one of the elite powers.

Martial Monk Institute.

Hundreds of martial monks bared their upper bodies, drenched in sweat, practicing the Arhat Fist.

Though the Arhat Fist was not an advanced martial art, it was beneficial for building a strong foundation.

The many martial monks of the Great Zen Temple often practiced this fist technique to circulate their blood and qi.

While the martial monks practiced over and over,

not far away, a group of three or four-year-old child monks in gray robes peeked their heads out.

Their round eyes watched curiously and expectantly.

This group of child monks were the recent disciples taken in by the Great Zen Temple,

mostly orphans without parents.

"Who would have thought..."

Among the ten or so child monks, one noticeably younger child monk's eyes flashed with a peculiar light.

This child monk was naturally Lin Yuan, who had traveled here.

"The Martial World..."

*Lin Yuan's face showed contemplation.*

Although the original child monk was young, he still had some understanding of this world.

This was a world similar to the ancient times of 'Earth,' where martial arts powerhouses could face a thousand adversaries.

From the child monk's memories, Lin Yuan discovered that an old monk from the Great Zen Temple could shatter a wall with a light palm strike from several feet away.

In the context of a universal human civilization, this was definitely considered 'superhuman,' an evolver.

[Name: Lin Yuan]

[Identity: Holder of the Myriad Realms Gate]

[Realm: None]

[Bound Talent: Against-Heaven's Understanding]

[Current State: Consciousness Descended]

[Duration of Stay: Twenty Years]

.....

Lines of phantom text silently flashed in the lower left corner of Lin Yuan's vision.

"Can I really only stay in this world for twenty years?"

*Lin Yuan's expression was thoughtful.*

This was not hard to understand.

But the newly appeared [Bound Talent] made Lin Yuan somewhat puzzled.

"Against-Heaven's Understanding..."

Lin Yuan checked over himself, finding that apart from his five senses becoming much clearer,

there were no other anomalies.

"Huh?"

"That's a sparrow..."

Lin Yuan looked up, seeing a sparrow flying across the sky,

and with his clear five senses, Lin Yuan noticed every detail on the sparrow.

Feathers, wings, plumes...

Mere moments passed.

[Your understanding defies the heavens, watching the sparrow fly, comprehending the Divine Sparrow Sky-Crossing Skill]

Lin Yuan's eyes widened in an instant.

In a flash, countless key points of the martial arts skill, the Divine Sparrow Sky-Crossing Skill, flooded into his mind.

This skill allowed one to float briefly in the air, and even if it wasn't like the true flight of a sparrow, it was indeed incredible.

"So this is Against-Heaven's Understanding..."

*Lin Yuan took a deep breath.*

*Just by watching a sparrow for a moment, he comprehended a rare skill; such an ability truly lived up to the term 'against-heaven.'*

"Earthworms..."

Lin Yuan shifted his focus to a nearby earthworm emerging from the soil.

[Your understanding defies the heavens, watching the earthworm burrow, comprehending the Earth Dragon Rolling Skill]

A surge of tunneling experiences and techniques emerged, and with the Earth Dragon Rolling Skill, Lin Yuan could completely build a massive underground tunnel in a short time, a veritable ancestor to all tomb raiders.

"Crazy,"

"Absolutely crazy,"

*Lin Yuan couldn't help but marvel inwardly.*

At the same time, he shifted his gaze away from his surroundings

and instead focused on the martial monks practicing punches in the distance.

[Your understanding defies the heavens, watching martial monks practice the Arhat Fist, comprehending the superior martial art Great Arhat Buddha Fist]

Compared to the previous attempts, this time took much longer, nearly half an incense stick's duration.

"Great Arhat Buddha Fist?"

Lin Yuan's mind sparked with insight, and he began to practice the punches smoothly.

...

Under an old tree in the Martial Monk Institute,

Abbot Huiwen stopped his steps and looked at the numerous martial monks practicing punches.

"Not bad, not bad,"

"The path of martial arts has no shortcuts,"

"Only by dedicating oneself to hard practice for decades can achievements be made."

Abbot Huiwen nodded slightly, a look of approval on his face.

He observed for a while and did not find any martial monk slacking off; everyone was practicing diligently without any laziness.

"Those little rascals..."

Abbot Huiwen glanced over to see the group of child monks watching from a distance.

Although the Great Zen Temple was a sacred Buddha Gate, it was also a great martial sect, and it was perfectly normal for new child monks to aspire to martial arts.

"Learning to run before you can walk?"

Abbot Huiwen saw six or seven child monks imitating the martial monks, making a pretense of practicing punches, and felt a bit helpless.

Even though Arhat Fist was not a high-level martial art, it was still a secret transmission of the Great Zen Temple, and it was hard to master without at least seven or eight years of practice.

This was assuming abundant vitality and guidance from famed masters. As for those child monks... they hadn't even developed fully, making it impossible for them to successfully practice the Arhat Fist.

"Ridiculous, it's all ridiculous,"

Abbot Huiwen frowned; martial practice was not child's play, and forcing it would not only be unhelpful but damaging to one's body.

"Hm?"

Just as Abbot Huiwen was about to step in and drive the child monks away,

he suddenly paused.

His gaze fell on the youngest of the child monks.

Like the other child monks, this one was also practicing punches.

"What?"

Abbot Huiwen's expression changed slightly, becoming more incredulous the more he watched, his heart racked with tumultuous shock.