Chapter 1038: Chapter 665: Path of True Martial Arts, Gathering Laws, Vicissitudes of the World! (Part 3)

Perception wandered through his limbs and bones, but discovered nothing.

The power of control retracted, yet he still sensed nothing.

"Gone?"

Meng Chuan completed all checks, still baffled.

Finally, he cast his perception into the sea of consciousness, searching without any hope.

The sea of consciousness, wrapped by his brain, was his weakest yet most central point, and would react most strongly to foreign intrusion.

Normally speaking, it was impossible for him to remain unaware.

Unexpectedly, the Martial Arts Limit Breaking panel in the sea of consciousness almost jumped out to alert him!

"Uh..."

Meng Chuan cast his gaze over it, checking the source of the change:

[Tao Heart Planting Demons: Level 11 (28%) Awaiting Limit Breaking]

[Limit Breaking Trait: ?]

"Skill Completion (70%)"

These remained unchanged, except that a line never seen before appeared below...

[Lower Rank Law: Soul Devour (10%)]

"Law?!"

Meng Chuan was suddenly shocked, then his mind turned back, seemingly understanding something...

"The blood-like energy left by Demon Mountain, could it be the so-called manifestation of ’Law’?"

Could it be?

Recalling how his body clung like a magnet, biting down tightly.

His gaze shifted from the panel, then penetrated deep into the primordial spirit, asking the Tao heart:

"Tell me, what’s going on here?!"

...

Shaoshi Mountain.

Today’s Shaoshi Mountain was entirely different from before, the changes in the dimensions of heaven and earth similarly affected this ancient temple.

The mountain surged taller, with rock layers rising like dragon spines.

The original temple walls partially collapsed under natural force, yet merged again with the new stone veins, forming a natural barrier.

Alternating red and black, adding an aura of majesty.

The shadow cast from above covered the mountain peak, Shaolin Temple seemed nestled within gaps of a sea of clouds. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The grand temple towering into the clouds, with gold and jade decorations faintly visible amidst swirling mist, adding to its grandeur.

Meng Chuan clicked his tongue in awe, climbing the mountain with the night.

Along the path into the temple, the "Dharma Zen Jade Scroll" given by Venerable Shi last time was still effective.

Or rather... he could get by with his face.

The monk on duty at the mountain gate saw him coming, immediately reported his arrival and allowed smooth passage.

It seemed there was notice within the temple of his visit.

Encountering familiar monks along the way, exchanging Amitabha, Meng Chuan directly entered the peak where Master Baibao resided.

[Moon Terrace].

Here also had some... no, many new changes.

The forest lining the mountain path remained, yet its summit seemed flattened by immense power.

Presumably, Master’s adjustment influenced by the upheaval over the ages.

The biggest change, a massive bodhi tree transplanted from who knows where.

Its crown had nearly hundreds of meters diameter, casting a shadow wide enough to cover the sky yet wonderfully allowing sunlight through.

Though the leaves were dark green, they appeared transparent, not blocking the light, quite peculiar.

Standing under the tree, Meng Chuan recalled the "Iron Pine" in his courtyard, altered after drinking his blood.

He roughly knew what was going on with the bodhi tree...

A slight sweep of perception discovered Master Baibao was not currently at Moon Terrace, yet the room he stayed in last time was tidied up, Meng Chuan smiled knowingly.

"Master Baibao is still so thoughtful..."

...

Under the bodhi tree.

Two golden meditation mats spread out, a small tea table in between.

The young monk saw steam rising from the teapot lid, assuring himself the tea was fragrant, poured a cup for Meng Chuan first.

Upon hearing of his arrival, Jue Ming was the first to come to Moon Terrace to greet him.

As for where Liao Chen and the others went, naturally, they went down the mountain for a martial contest.

Only leaving the early eliminated young monk alone...

Jue Ming felt bitter inside, yet stubbornly insisted he was only a tiny bit short...

Meng Chuan nodded repeatedly, comforting him that he was still young and could fight again next time.

After drinking tea briefly, Jue Ming retrieved a small hardcover book from soft jade hanging around his waist.

Seeing his gaze at his waist, the young monk grinned and boasted:

"Master bought it for me, even a monk has a treasure for storage now."

Meng Chuan congratulated him briefly, taking the book.

This item was the Shaolin Temple’s fist skill atlas, which he skimmed through last time.

This time he had Jue Ming borrow it to seek something similar to the Weituo Mountain Carrying Skill’s power horizontal training method.

The entrance method to Sitting Forgotten Dragon-Demon Suppressing Prison was also copied and given to Shaolin.

Adding Huaiyuan’s matter, apart from supposed secret techniques, he could learn at will.

Just couldn’t enter the library himself, but could have someone else handle it.

Pages flipped quickly, Meng Chuan found the Shaolin martial arts hard skills section.

Immersed in the ocean of knowledge, scanning roughly ten lines at once.

After a moment, he nodded slightly, feeling confident.

Returning the book to Jue Ming, he said:

"Young Master Jue Ming, please help me fetch these three cultivation techniques: [Treasure Vase Diamond Body], [Samantabhadra Elephant Body], and [Unmoving Bright King Body]."

"No problem."

Jue Ming nodded on hearing, these hard skills were not secret teachings.

He contacted a junior monk to run the errand, soon bringing them to Meng Chuan.

Meanwhile, Jue Ming inwardly wondered:

"Already self-created divine skill horizontal training, why learn these techniques?"

Horizontal hard skills differed from fist skills.

Progressing deeper in cultivation and then learning lower-level methods, their effect on the physique diminishes gradually or even greatly.

The three horizontal trainings he sought, one was a common top-tier skill, the latter two at the low and intermediate true skill levels respectively.

Jue Ming knew these were quite difficult.

Not a single one easy to practice, nightmares for Shaolin disciples.

But with Meng Chuan’s terrifying physical strength...

Perhaps [Unmoving Bright King Body] would still have decent training effects for Donor Meng, but the first two might not work much, a waste of time...

Thinking of this, Jue Ming kindly spoke up, worried Meng Chuan harbored some idealized "filter" toward Shaolin hard skills.

"Thanks for the reminder, but no worries, just learning by comparison."

Meng Chuan smiled and nodded, unchanged in intent.

These were meticulously selected, all with characteristics similar to high-intensity Weituo Mountain Carrying Skill, relying mainly on body pressure to enhance strength in horizontal training methods.

Even if proficiency accumulates, training yields little effect, they will be added to his daily horizontal training course.

With [Mountain-Carrying Power] as fine jade prior, one aspect of the limit-breaking traits’ strength was ensured, further with body pressure-like horizontal training, gaining [Mountain Soul]’s support, acceleration of practice.

Furthermore, selecting these for future integration made it more assured.

Not letting Jue Ming fetch higher-grade advanced horizontal training true skill was for this very reason.

Can’t just like the creation skill, Sitting Forget Skill, reckless in thinking step up to heaven instantly, too risky.

Food is eaten bite by bite, sooner or later he could accumulate enough to develop a creation skill comparable to [Prajna Dragon Elephant] in the strength’s Tao technique.

Even integrating the Prajna Dragon Elephant together!

Also not impossible...

...

That night, the young monk’s junior brother brought the cultivation techniques, paying his respects along the way...

Lighting a stick of Buddhist incense, Meng Chuan leaned over the desk, flipping through the borrowed three cultivation techniques, studying word by word.

The Buddhist sect’s methods adhere to old conventions, sparse yet mysterious, diagram annotations of acupuncture points overweighed the word count.

Fortunate that his understanding of Buddhist martial principles was no longer like the ignorant of old, being of "profound Buddhist teachings."

And his innate Buddhist wisdom root truly vast...

Three techniques analyzed from simple to complex, past two-thirds incense burnt time, reaching a conclusion.

Meng Chuan stood, rub his chin, pondering:

"About there, first try today, see if the traits match well, if off, then switch."

...

In the warm yellow quiet room.

Muscles flowing like water on his broad back, flaring with complexity, casting shadows on the wall under the oil lamp, like the silhouette of a deity or demon.