Chapter 12: Entering the World is Exiting the World

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Outside the Martial Hall.

The lean elderly man, Yuwen Pan, watched as the silhouette of the Sword Saint of the Southern Sea disappeared.

"To think of using Master Hui Zhen as a stepping stone to breakthrough to the Realm of Great Grandmaster... This is truly..."

For a moment, the lean elderly man, Yuwen Pan, didn't know what to say.

A touch of sympathy couldn't help but appear on his face.

In truth, this method of using the pressure of life and death,

to break through bottlenecks was not an uncommon practice.

Given the talent and understanding of the Sword Saint of the Southern Sea,

there was a significant possibility of success under the pressure of a Great Grandmaster.

After all, compared to Yuwen Pan,

the Sword Saint of the Southern Sea had reached this point entirely on his own.

No need to say more about his potential.

The greatest mistake of the Sword Saint of the Southern Sea was setting his sights on Master Hui Zhen.

Because in Yuwen Pan's eyes,

Lin Yuan's strength undoubtedly surpassed that of an ordinary Great Grandmaster,

one could even call him the strongest among all Great Grandmasters throughout history.

Through nearly a year of interaction, Yuwen Pan was almost certain of this.

Indeed, Yuwen Pan even held more terrifying suspicions...

"Had the master's strength already surpassed that step..."

*Yuwen Pan felt his whole body trembling.*

Throughout history, over thousands of years,

the Great Grandmaster was always regarded as the undisputed strongest.

It was the ultimate realm pursued by all martial artists in the world.

As for a realm beyond the Great Grandmaster...

Yuwen Pan dared not consider it nor would he dare to think.

*It was as meaningless as wondering why the Taiyang hung in the sky.*

It was only now,

after experiencing the might beneath Lin Yuan's single roar, that Yuwen Pan finally felt doubtful.

*Could there be a higher realm beyond the Great Grandmaster?*

For example, someone like Lin Yuan?

*It was hard to blame Yuwen Pan for thinking this way, given the overwhelming combat power that Lin Yuan had displayed.*

The Great Grandmaster ancestor of the Dali Dynasty had not passed away many years ago,

Yuwen Pan remembered very clearly the descriptions of a Great Grandmaster.

As strong as could be, it wouldn't be this strong.

In addition, over the past year, with Lin Yuan's occasional guidance.

Yuwen Pan clearly felt the presence of the bottleneck at the level of a Great Grandmaster.

*If the guidance of a Great Grandmaster was so effective,*

*there wouldn't be sayings about Great Grandmasters being unable to train another Great Grandmaster.*

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Inside the Martial Hall.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged.

Since half a year ago, when beginning to host a martial arts tournament in the capital,

having witnessed countless martial artists battle, Lin Yuan's gains had never stopped.

The martial artists participating in the martial arts tournament may not have been strong,

but the martial arts they employed came in various forms.

With his Against-Heaven's Understanding, Lin Yuan grasped Tao through numerous angles,

which was far more useful than only watching a few superior, advanced martial arts.

...

[Your understanding is against the heavens, gaining insights into the world's Martial Tao, enhancing your understanding of the Martial Tao beyond the Mythical Realm.]

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[Your understanding is against the heavens, gaining insights into the world's Martial Tao, grasping the true essence of heaven and earth nature.]

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[Your understanding is against the heavens, gaining insights into the world's Martial Tao, creating 'Cloud Mist Spirit Refining Skill.']

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[Your understanding is against the heavens, gaining insights into the world's Martial Tao, beginning to perceive the direction of breakthroughs to subsequent realms.]

...

Lin Yuan was completely immersed in the world of epiphany, and unless threatened by life and death, he would not awake.

Given Lin Yuan's current physique and the mythical realm 'Yuan Force' protecting his body on its own.

Even if a group of Grandmasters attacked, he would not suffer the slightest injury.

Half a month later.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes.

"Finally found it."

Lin Yuan sighed softly.

At this moment, with the aid of his Against-Heaven's Understanding, he finally locked onto the path beyond the mythical level.

Though it was just a start, thoroughly traversing it still required significant effort.

However, as long as the direction was right, the rest was merely a matter of time for Lin Yuan.

"Time to go back."

Lin Yuan stood up and walked toward the outside of the Martial Hall.

Although with Lin Yuan's current strength, it would be the same training anywhere.

Having stayed at the Great Zen Temple for ten years, he was quite satisfied with the undisturbed environment on Mount Shaoshi, with its ancient lamps and secluded monks.

The upcoming training beyond the mythical realm would take quite some time, and Lin Yuan still wished to return to abide on Mount Shaoshi.

Crack.

The doors of the Martial Hall opened.

The lean elderly man, Yuwen Pan, who had been guarding outside all the time, was suddenly startled.

"Master."

Yuwen Pan instinctively looked inside the Martial Hall.

Only to find the young monk who should have been sitting there had already vanished.

"Has the master... left..."

Yuwen Pan was momentarily taken aback, feeling somewhat bereft.

Even though he had a foreboding, knowing that a powerhouse like Lin Yuan could not stay in the imperial palace indefinitely,

that moment, his heart seemed to have lost something.

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Great Zen Temple.

Abbot Huaiyuan, the Martial Monk Institute's Head Huiwen, and several other institute heads gathered at the temple gate, worried and anxious.

A year ago, Dali Imperial Palace was punctured by a mysterious monk suspected to be a Great Grandmaster,

and naturally, the Great Zen Temple had long heard of this.

Unlike other martial artists and factions speculating about the monk's origin,

Abbot Huaiyuan and several institute heads almost immediately identified the monk as their Buddhist disciple.

There was no other way.

A young monk's appearance,

and the strength of a Great Grandmaster,

such precise descriptions, who else could it be other than the recently worldly-entered Buddhist disciple?

Initially, they marveled at Lin Yuan's strength.

Over a hundred years ago, the Great Grandmaster ancestor of Dali had attacked Mount Shaoshi.

Now, the Buddhist disciple of the Great Zen Temple single-handedly pierced the Dali Imperial Palace, which was reciprocally considerate.

But as time passed.

The abbot and the institute heads realized something was amiss.

It seemed the Buddhist disciple intended to reside in the Dali Imperial Palace permanently?

Abbot Huaiyuan and others never thought Lin Yuan would abandon the Great Zen Temple.

Rather, they were concerned that the Dali Dynasty might harbor other thoughts.

The open spear was easy to dodge, the hidden arrow hard to guard against.

Certainly, with Lin Yuan's strength, no one in the Dali Dynasty could match him.

But what if the Dali Dynasty played some dark schemes... You must know that the Dali Imperial Palace was where that Great Grandmaster ancestor once lived, and it might have means to deal with a Great Grandmaster.

How could they let Lin Yuan linger in the Dali Imperial Palace for long?

In addition.

Abbot Huaiyuan had even deeper concerns.

With the hosting of the martial arts tournament and several Grandmasters traveling to the capital to spar with Lin Yuan,

the rumors regarding Lin Yuan's strength grew more and more.

Great Grandmaster.

Peak Great Grandmaster.

Invincible Great Grandmaster.

The Greatest Great Grandmaster throughout history, and so forth.

These rumors all came from several other Grandmasters.

There was no questioning the truth.

As a result, Lin Yuan's reputation grew larger and larger, far exceeding Patriarch Bodhidharma from a thousand years ago, or the Great Grandmaster ancestor from over a hundred years ago.

Such a situation might not affect other Great Grandmasters much.

After all, other Great Grandmasters had taken at least several decades to reach this level, their minds already tempered through countless trials.

But Abbot Huaiyuan was clear, the Buddhist disciple was only a teenager.

*Could someone so young withstand the allure and tribulations of fame and fortune in the martial world?*

"Let's wait a bit longer, it's only been a year since the Buddhist disciple entered the world, a short time, and even if affected by the secular world, they can return in time."

The Disciplinary Institute Head said in a deep voice.

For a Great Grandmaster, or even for an ordinary martial artist, a year was not long, it was merely the beginning of entering the martial realm.

"The Buddhist disciple has a pure heart..."

The Martial Monk Institute's head furrowed his brows and was about to speak.

At this moment.

On the narrow mountain path of Mount Shaoshi, a young monk dressed in monk's robes and wearing cloth shoes, walked up step by step.

"Buddhist disciple, the Buddhist disciple has returned."

Abbot Huaiyuan was the first to notice Lin Yuan.

A moment later.

Lin Yuan arrived at the gate of the Great Zen Temple.

"Buddhist disciple."

The few men bowed slightly to Lin Yuan, intending to speak but swallowing back their words.

"Everything is settled."

Lin Yuan only said this,

then returned to the third floor of the Sutra Pavilion, sitting down once more, away from the secular world, away from the martial world.

On this day, the young Buddhist disciple on Mount Shaoshi, in cloth shoes and monk's robes, came into the martial world and then withdrew from it.

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