The 3D image of the Ancient River Stele in the Divine Script Ruins is slightly incomplete, with some of the divine texts being unclear.

This Ancient River Stele, however, is clean as new, without a trace of moss or dust.

The divine texts on it are clear to the eye.

Zhou Leng reads carefully.

Now Zhou Leng’s proficiency in divine texts is quite extraordinary, after all, he is a… little student who has attended formal Divine Text classes.

The content written on it is similar to what was deciphered earlier.

The Ancient River Sect spans star rivers and crosses deep domains, recruiting countless disciples and establishing innumerable trial grounds.

Behind the stele lies a trial ground of the Ancient River Sect.

It is primarily used to train and select disciples below the Innate realm.

However, the trial ground opens once every hundred years.

According to the signs shown on the stele, before it opens, the Ancient River Trial Ground had already emerged in the world.

When it officially opens, those who meet the conditions can participate in the trial.

Zhou Leng looked around, knowing the Ancient River Trial Ground would open soon, but not yet.

Zhou Leng walked slowly forward, stepping on the glowing cobblestone path.

When he reached the front of the stele, an invisible light film blocked him.

A peculiar bell sound rang, and Zhou Leng instinctively wanted to describe the melodious bell as “ancient.”

His whole body jolted as the bell seemed to contain magical power that swept through his body.

Subsequently, Zhou Leng’s body passed through the light film.

After walking along the cobblestone path for a while, the road ended, surrounded by white birches and a carpet of green grass, encircling a pale white wooden cabin.

The wooden cabin appeared plain, but the roof eaves and dougong brackets were intricately carved.

Zhou Leng walked to the door, bowed, and used divine text mental phonation.

“A disciple happened to arrive here by chance, I hope you will forgive me.”

Nothing changed, so Zhou Leng gathered his courage, knocked on the door three times, but no one responded.

He knocked three more times, still no response, and then pushed the door open and entered.

It was an ordinary room, with twelve grass mats laid on the floor in a line.

Hanging on the center wall was a scroll of calligraphy.

The horizontal “One,” slightly different from Chinese, written in divine text.

During Divine Text class, Zhou Leng learned that this “One” simultaneously carries meanings like “origin,” “path,” “supreme,” and “ultimate.”

Zhou Leng recalled the content of the stele, realizing this might be a “Meditation Room.”

Meant for disciples preparing for trials.

Zhou Leng looked around, the room contained only grass mats and the scroll.

He picked the grass mat closest to the “One” scroll and sat cross-legged.

He looked up at the “One” and quietly pondered.

Soon, footsteps sounded from behind.

Zhou Leng turned his head to see a tall red-haired man entering through the door.

He was like a giant, his aura surging like the sea and sky, seemingly about to pierce through the roof.

This man crossed his arms, his forearms thicker than Zhou Leng’s legs.

Parts like his elbows, the back of his head, and the back of his knees sprouted blade-like bone fins.

On both sides of his mouth, three layers opened, resembling fish gills.

His skin was rough, with shallow blue fish scale imprints on the surface.

He was a Half-blood Sea Siren.

His face was broad, with a low nose and a big mouth, not appealing at first glance to human aesthetics, but upon closer inspection, he appeared heroic and extraordinary.

Zhou Leng hesitated for a moment and then said, “Greetings, Senior Blood of Tyranny.”

Blood of Tyranny was notorious on the two-race battlefield for his arrogance and madness. He had just fought four grandmasters alone and severely injured one, his brutal fame spread across the Ten Realms.

He glanced at Zhou Leng and said in a very gentle voice, “You managed to seize the opportunity. Treasure this chance.”

With that, he sat next to Zhou Leng and gazed at the “One” scroll silently perceiving it.

Zhou Leng immediately remembered that someone had scolded Blood of Tyranny as a madman.

The reason was that Blood of Tyranny was crazy in “combat,” fighting and killing anyone without discrimination, even casually killing his subordinates and having killed dozens of concubines.

In killing, he never kept his word.

He once said he would spare someone, but then turned and said, “The moment has passed,” and killed the person.

Basin on the unanimous conclusion about him, no one trusted his words.

However, in “Martial Arts,” Blood of Tyranny was extremely rational, restrained, and calm.

Once he was discussing and exchanging ideas with a human Grandmaster, with a promise not to fight.

The Grandmaster, knowing Blood of Tyranny’s untrustworthy nature, launched a sneak attack.

To everyone’s surprise, Blood of Tyranny, injured and spitting blood, did not retaliate, just laughed and left.

Later, when he encountered this Grandmaster on the battlefield, he only injured but did not kill him.

It was as if he was a different person.

It was said he even kidnapped Song Juesi, debating the path with him for three days until Song Juesi fainted from exhaustion before letting him go.

He paid with an immense amount of Sea Siren treasures.

Valued at ten billion.

Plus a life-extending treasure.

Because of this event, Song Juesi’s reputation rose in the Dragon Country, with many Grandmasters visiting him as students for exchange.

After the exchange, the unanimous evaluation was:

“The reputation is well-deserved.”

Although Zhou Leng was a bit cautious, he thought the man wouldn’t do anything, so he quietly looked at the “One” scroll.

Gradually, as more people came in, Zhou Leng stopped paying attention to others and just stared silently.

Before long, Li Yuanhe walked in, glanced at the backs of Zhou Leng and Blood of Tyranny, and found a grass mat to sit on.

Once the Meditation Room was filled with twelve people, the wooden door no longer opened.

Everyone quietly looked at the “One.”

Zhou Leng imitated the teachings of Celestial Ladder and Saint Zhao’s Unity Path, continuously gazing and contemplating, but he felt nothing.

Fortunately, with Celestial Ladder as an example, he was not discouraged and continued to gaze silently.

Unknowingly, Zhou Leng began contemplating what “One” is, what “origin” is, what “path” is, what “supreme” is…

Soon, Zhou Leng connected “One” with his martial arts.

“How can I make my martial arts conform to ‘One’?”

Zhou Leng started with his most familiar Overlapping Waves Palm technique “Thousand Tides Pouring into the Sea,” while looking at “One” and pondering.

Unconsciously, in Zhou Leng’s mind, a cultivation ground made of square stone slabs emerged.

An exact replica of himself stood on the cultivation ground.

With a thought, the person on the cultivation ground began slowly executing “Thousand Tides Pouring into the Sea.”

One move, two moves, three moves…

As if tireless, continuously repeating the move.

In the beginning, there were no results, it was extremely tedious, and somewhat draining on the mind.

But since Zhou Leng’s injury and illness from years ago, his willpower has gradually strengthened; now it is even more resolute, without any wavering.

He practices only one technique.

One thousand moves, two thousand moves…

Ten thousand moves, twenty thousand moves…

One hundred thousand moves…

After reaching one hundred thousand moves, Zhou Leng’s gaze gently shook, forming a clear realization.

The technique “Thousand Tides Pouring into the Sea” can still advance further.

However, given his current strength, he has hit the limit.

He needs a deeper understanding of the whole set of “Overlapping Waves Palm” to find a breakthrough method.

Zhou Leng recalls Elder Song Juesi’s words.

Elder Song reminded that once “Thousand Tides Pouring into the Sea” is cultivated to the extreme, one must practice other techniques of the Overlapping Waves Palm.

By integrating the artistic conception of another technique into the killing move, the killing move can be elevated to a higher level.

When the Overlapping Waves Palm’s Eighteen Forms are all merged into one move, it becomes the Extreme Killing Technique.

This move will completely become his own and will improve as his realm rises.

Even martial arts techniques at the Qi Blood Realm are more than enough when applied in the Grandmaster Realm.

It also enhances his power in martial arts, propelling his martial path forward, even to the point of becoming a Martial Saint.

Zhou Leng suddenly remembers Elder Song’s words, learning one move is equivalent to learning ten thousand moves.

Forgetting one move is tantamount to forgetting ten thousand moves.

An indescribable insight, like a tide, surged into his mind.

Elder Song’s words were truly an interpretation of this “One”.

His previous choice to take one and discard ten thousand was largely influenced by Elder Song.

Subsequently, Zhou Leng analyzed one by one the seventeen forms apart from “Great River Entering the Sea”.

Finally, he chose the more difficult but similarly inspired “All Rivers Flow into the Sea”.

Thus, in the consciousness cultivation ground, Zhou Leng began repeatedly using “All Rivers Flow into the Sea”.

One thousand moves, two thousand moves…

No comprehension.

Ten thousand moves, twenty thousand moves…

Slight comprehension.

One hundred thousand moves, two hundred thousand moves…

Deep comprehension.

Upon reaching three hundred thousand moves, Zhou Leng stopped.

Mentally exhausted to the limit.

His understanding of the move “All Rivers Flow into the Sea” also reached its peak.

To his delight, his understanding deepened not only of the three palm techniques: Great River Entering the Sea, All Rivers Flow into the Sea, and Thousand Tides Pouring into the Sea.

During the constant execution of the palms, due to Qi Follows Body Movement, his comprehension of True Qi and the Sea Suppressing Technique also gradually improved.

While his body may not have gone through three hundred thousand moves, his application of the palm techniques and True Qi was substantial and solid.

Originally, “All Rivers Flow into the Sea” required two seconds of buildup to exert maximum power.

But now, the buildup time is negligible, possibly just twice that of an ordinary move.

When facing a strong enemy, the power of two successive moves could not compare to a single move of All Rivers Flow into the Sea.

After all, All Rivers Flow into the Sea is the most powerful palm technique of Overlapping Waves Palm.

Aside from the slow buildup speed, it has no shortcomings.

Zhou Leng blinked, feeling as if his body had been walking in a desert for seven days and nights, parched and dry-mouthed.

A mental dryness and thirst.

Zhou Leng knew he had reached his limit and did not push further.

His gaze withdrew from the One-Character Scroll and scanned the others.

Apart from Blood of Tyranny, everyone else had given up early on trying to decipher the One-Character Scroll; some were resting with eyes closed or sitting in a daze, too tired to think.

Li Yuanhe also glanced over, and the two nodded lightly.

Except for Blood of Tyranny, the other eleven were all below the Innate Realm.

All of them were those who slept near the coaches these past days.

Zhou Leng looked at Blood of Tyranny, who was still staring straight at the One-Character Scroll, his eyes subtly flickering with light and shadow.

Everyone waited quietly, not uttering a word.

After an unknown period, Blood of Tyranny blinked, sighed softly, his eyes dim yet still profound.

Blood of Tyranny suddenly spoke.

“This cultivation has brought me deep comprehension.”

“The ‘One’ character, no matter the script or intent, is not important.”

“What matters is how I perceive it…”

Everyone widened their eyes; was the Grandmaster about to give a lecture?

The eleven people quickly washed their ears and listened intently.

Blood of Tyranny slowly finished sharing his insights, and everyone listened attentively.

Zhou Leng memorized what he considered the four most important points, as for the rest, either they were unimportant, or he didn’t understand them.

Not greedy for too much.

After Blood of Tyranny finished his discourse, he said, “Now, each of you share your insights…”

He smiled and glanced around at everyone, his expression gentle, instructing them as one would juniors: “Remember to cherish every opportunity to cultivate martial arts.”

For some reason, a chill went down everyone’s spine.

Blood of Tyranny turned his gaze to Zhou Leng and said, “You go first.”

Everyone looked at Zhou Leng in confusion because he was the youngest among them, and also the one with the lowest realm.

The rest, the lowest realm among them was the Early Period of Life Force.

Li Yuanhe smiled slightly, thinking to himself how perceptive the Grandmaster was.

Zhou Leng pondered for a moment and decided to speak honestly.

“First, I would like to thank senior Blood of Tyranny for the lecture. I will first use my own words to reiterate the four points made by senior Blood of Tyranny and then discuss my understanding.”

“This can also be considered a way of learning from the One-Character Scroll.”

Blood of Tyranny nodded lightly.

Zhou Leng first explained his understanding of the four points made by Blood of Tyranny, and after finishing, he straightened up, his gaze clear.

Blood of Tyranny wondered in his heart, how this unremarkable young man could radiate such presence, almost on par with his own at this moment.

“The ‘One’ character in Divine Text has multiple meanings.”

“It can mean ‘origin’, ‘path’, and also ‘supreme’.”

“I will translate some content from the Divine Text and explain with examples.”

“I think we at least need to first understand what this ‘One’ is, to better cultivate…”

Zhou Leng’s words, heard by everyone, were earth-shattering.

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