"It seems I still underestimated the Dao Fruit…"
Bai Yue sat quietly on the second-floor balcony, gazing into the distance as the afternoon light slanted across the training camp.
More than a year had passed since his memories awakened.
In the first half-year, his growth—though rapid—had still fallen within what could be explained by talent, diligence, and opportunity. But as the number of cultivation methods and Martial Dao techniques he came into contact with increased, Bai Yue gradually realized something unsettling.
He had changed far more profoundly than he first believed.
Initially, he thought that transforming his physique into a Dao Body, drastically enhancing his comprehension, and permanently fixing every bit of progress—ensuring no regression in realm or mastery—was already an outrageous advantage.
Now, he knew that was only the surface.
The deeper truth was this: his learning speed was accelerating.
At first, the reason puzzled him. After some reflection, however, the answer became clear.
The leap from zero to one was the hardest—turning nothing into something. Once that foundation existed, going from one to ten, and then ten to a hundred, became progressively easier. Knowledge stacked upon knowledge, resonance forming naturally between related principles.
His initial study of World Annihilation had been that painful leap from zero to one.
Everything after was accumulation.
At this point, many of the lower-tier secret manuals on Limit Home no longer required deep contemplation. With minimal practice, he could grasp their core principles. They were no longer obstacles—only nourishment.
Of course, continuing to broaden his knowledge base was a long-term task. The true value of these manuals lay not in immediate power, but in the fragments of understanding they provided.
But Bai Yue's current focus had shifted.
Integration.
Scattered knowledge was useless unless it could be unified. What he needed now was to refine everything he had learned into a Martial Dao truly his own—a secret manual perfectly suited to his body, his will, and his Dao.
He had discovered this truth long ago.
When he cultivated spear techniques or movement techniques to the realm level, even with perfect comprehension of the creator's intent, he could never fully replicate their peak state. Bodies differed. Minds differed. Will differed.
A technique created by another could never be one hundred percent compatible.
Only a secret manual forged from one's own circumstances—tempered by one's own will—could achieve absolute harmony.
Back then, he lacked the foundation to attempt it.
Now, he finally had enough.
A complete secret manual encompassed far more than attack. It included guidance methods for genetic energy absorption, movement, defense, rhythm, and mental focus. It was a system, not a collection of moves.
After mastering so many techniques, Bai Yue reached a clear conclusion.
The staff suited him best.
He had initially chosen World Annihilation because it was one of Earth's only two ultimate secret manuals—and because, compared to blades, he preferred long weapons. That decision had proven correct.
The staff was known as the king of all weapons.
From primitive times onward, humanity had wielded it. Spears, halberds, and lances were merely refinements—sharp edges added to increase lethality for ordinary people.
But to martial artists of sufficient level, those additions were unnecessary.
Hidden force. Penetrating strength. Energy projection.
Once Planetary-level was reached, even bare hands could shatter mountains. The essence mattered far more than form.
With his core decided, everything else could be built around it.
Time slipped by unnoticed.
Another month passed.
The Elite Training Camp gradually returned to its usual bustle. Outside the gravity chamber in the Nine-Story Building, a small line of trainees had formed, waiting to reserve the facility.
"Is someone still inside?" a newly arrived trainee asked.
"Yes," another replied, glancing at the staff member nearby. "It's Bai… Teacher Bai."
"He's been using it for over a month now."
The staff member nodded. "That's correct."
A hint of dissatisfaction crept into the trainee's expression. "Hasn't he been here for over half a year? I haven't seen him teach even once."
Though phrased as a question, the grievance was obvious.
Since Bai Yue's arrival, he had remained in near-total seclusion—cultivating, researching, occupying high-level facilities. To the trainees, it looked like privilege without responsibility.
Inside the gravity room, Bai Yue slowly opened his eyes.
Depth flowed within them—vast and boundless. For a fleeting moment, it was as if starlight shimmered within his pupils, containing the immensity of the universe.
Over the past half-year, he had not wasted a single day.
Beyond refining his Martial Dao and drafting his own secret manual, he had relentlessly tempered his body. Dragon blood, ancient civilization equipment, and the training camp's unparalleled resources had pushed his physical quality to its limit.
He had reached the peak of God of War.
Though his primary path focused on staff techniques, he had never abandoned Mental Power. His Mental Master strength had reached high-level God of War, just short of the peak. Natural treasures that enhanced Mental Power were rarer, but the margin would eventually close.
Multiple paths meant multiple safeguards.
In a universe as vast as this one, versatility was survival.
Thanks to his peak physical condition, even the thick walls of the gravity chamber failed to block the voices outside. Bai Yue heard the complaints clearly.
He smiled faintly.
Enjoying benefits without visible contribution naturally bred resentment.
"Looks like I'll need to make an appearance," he murmured to himself, amused. "Otherwise, they might really think I'm freeloading."
Of course, it was only half a joke.
His arrangement had come directly from Hong. Even if the trainees were unhappy—even if the camp's administrators were uncomfortable—nothing would change.
Still, this phase of closed cultivation had reached its natural end.
He had encountered his first real bottleneck. It wasn't severe—given time, he would break through naturally—but stagnation invited unnecessary attention. Moreover, guiding others might spark unexpected inspiration.
Combining rest with work seemed appropriate.
He rose and assessed himself.
"This gravity room has lost most of its effect on me."
The chamber operated at one thousand times gravity—the maximum setting. A low-level God of War would be crushed instantly. A mid-level God of War would have their bones shattered. Even a typical high-level God of War could only shuffle forward with extreme difficulty.
Yet Bai Yue could move freely within it, wielding a massive alloy staff as if under normal conditions.
The difference was self-evident.
He picked up the silver-white alloy staff and walked toward the exit.
As the door opened, the trainees outside stiffened. The one who had complained earlier felt a twinge of unease.
"I'm done here," Bai Yue said calmly, smiling at the staff member. "Thank you for your assistance during this period."
Then he turned to the gathered trainees.
"Please pass along a message," he said evenly. "Starting tomorrow afternoon, I'll be in the first-floor cultivation hall, available to guide Martial Dao practice."
His tone was composed—free of arrogance, free of apology.
With his current level of mastery, he was more than qualified. Even for techniques he hadn't fully practiced, his understanding was sufficient to point out fundamental flaws.
After nodding once more to the staff member, he departed.
"Guidance?" one trainee muttered after he left. "Teacher Bai sure is confident."
"They're all geniuses here," another scoffed. "Who's willing to be taught by someone younger?"
A third trainee shrugged. "We just passed on the message. If someone embarrasses themselves tomorrow, it won't be us."
Their voices faded.
Elsewhere, Bai Yue was already thinking about the next step.
Chapter 9 -- Introducing the New from the Old
"It seems I still underestimated the Dao Fruit…"
Bai Yue sat quietly on the second-floor balcony, gazing into the distance as the afternoon light slanted across the training camp.
More than a year had passed since his memories awakened.
In the first half-year, his growth—though rapid—had still fallen within what could be explained by talent, diligence, and opportunity. But as the number of cultivation methods and Martial Dao techniques he came into contact with increased, Bai Yue gradually realized something unsettling.
He had changed far more profoundly than he first believed.
Initially, he thought that transforming his physique into a Dao Body, drastically enhancing his comprehension, and permanently fixing every bit of progress—ensuring no regression in realm or mastery—was already an outrageous advantage.
Now, he knew that was only the surface.
The deeper truth was this: his learning speed was accelerating.
At first, the reason puzzled him. After some reflection, however, the answer became clear.
The leap from zero to one was the hardest—turning nothing into something. Once that foundation existed, going from one to ten, and then ten to a hundred, became progressively easier. Knowledge stacked upon knowledge, resonance forming naturally between related principles.
His initial study of World Annihilation had been that painful leap from zero to one.
Everything after was accumulation.
At this point, many of the lower-tier secret manuals on Limit Home no longer required deep contemplation. With minimal practice, he could grasp their core principles. They were no longer obstacles—only nourishment.
Of course, continuing to broaden his knowledge base was a long-term task. The true value of these manuals lay not in immediate power, but in the fragments of understanding they provided.
But Bai Yue's current focus had shifted.
Integration.
Scattered knowledge was useless unless it could be unified. What he needed now was to refine everything he had learned into a Martial Dao truly his own—a secret manual perfectly suited to his body, his will, and his Dao.
He had discovered this truth long ago.
When he cultivated spear techniques or movement techniques to the realm level, even with perfect comprehension of the creator's intent, he could never fully replicate their peak state. Bodies differed. Minds differed. Will differed.
A technique created by another could never be one hundred percent compatible.
Only a secret manual forged from one's own circumstances—tempered by one's own will—could achieve absolute harmony.
Back then, he lacked the foundation to attempt it.
Now, he finally had enough.
A complete secret manual encompassed far more than attack. It included guidance methods for genetic energy absorption, movement, defense, rhythm, and mental focus. It was a system, not a collection of moves.
After mastering so many techniques, Bai Yue reached a clear conclusion.
The staff suited him best.
He had initially chosen World Annihilation because it was one of Earth's only two ultimate secret manuals—and because, compared to blades, he preferred long weapons. That decision had proven correct.
The staff was known as the king of all weapons.
From primitive times onward, humanity had wielded it. Spears, halberds, and lances were merely refinements—sharp edges added to increase lethality for ordinary people.
But to martial artists of sufficient level, those additions were unnecessary.
Hidden force. Penetrating strength. Energy projection.
Once Planetary-level was reached, even bare hands could shatter mountains. The essence mattered far more than form.
With his core decided, everything else could be built around it.
Time slipped by unnoticed.
Another month passed.
The Elite Training Camp gradually returned to its usual bustle. Outside the gravity chamber in the Nine-Story Building, a small line of trainees had formed, waiting to reserve the facility.
"Is someone still inside?" a newly arrived trainee asked.
"Yes," another replied, glancing at the staff member nearby. "It's Bai… Teacher Bai."
"He's been using it for over a month now."
The staff member nodded. "That's correct."
A hint of dissatisfaction crept into the trainee's expression. "Hasn't he been here for over half a year? I haven't seen him teach even once."
Though phrased as a question, the grievance was obvious.
Since Bai Yue's arrival, he had remained in near-total seclusion—cultivating, researching, occupying high-level facilities. To the trainees, it looked like privilege without responsibility.
Inside the gravity room, Bai Yue slowly opened his eyes.
Depth flowed within them—vast and boundless. For a fleeting moment, it was as if starlight shimmered within his pupils, containing the immensity of the universe.
Over the past half-year, he had not wasted a single day.
Beyond refining his Martial Dao and drafting his own secret manual, he had relentlessly tempered his body. Dragon blood, ancient civilization equipment, and the training camp's unparalleled resources had pushed his physical quality to its limit.
He had reached the peak of God of War.
Though his primary path focused on staff techniques, he had never abandoned Mental Power. His Mental Master strength had reached high-level God of War, just short of the peak. Natural treasures that enhanced Mental Power were rarer, but the margin would eventually close.
Multiple paths meant multiple safeguards.
In a universe as vast as this one, versatility was survival.
Thanks to his peak physical condition, even the thick walls of the gravity chamber failed to block the voices outside. Bai Yue heard the complaints clearly.
He smiled faintly.
Enjoying benefits without visible contribution naturally bred resentment.
"Looks like I'll need to make an appearance," he murmured to himself, amused. "Otherwise, they might really think I'm freeloading."
Of course, it was only half a joke.
His arrangement had come directly from Hong. Even if the trainees were unhappy—even if the camp's administrators were uncomfortable—nothing would change.
Still, this phase of closed cultivation had reached its natural end.
He had encountered his first real bottleneck. It wasn't severe—given time, he would break through naturally—but stagnation invited unnecessary attention. Moreover, guiding others might spark unexpected inspiration.
Combining rest with work seemed appropriate.
He rose and assessed himself.
"This gravity room has lost most of its effect on me."
The chamber operated at one thousand times gravity—the maximum setting. A low-level God of War would be crushed instantly. A mid-level God of War would have their bones shattered. Even a typical high-level God of War could only shuffle forward with extreme difficulty.
Yet Bai Yue could move freely within it, wielding a massive alloy staff as if under normal conditions.
The difference was self-evident.
He picked up the silver-white alloy staff and walked toward the exit.
As the door opened, the trainees outside stiffened. The one who had complained earlier felt a twinge of unease.
"I'm done here," Bai Yue said calmly, smiling at the staff member. "Thank you for your assistance during this period."
Then he turned to the gathered trainees.
"Please pass along a message," he said evenly. "Starting tomorrow afternoon, I'll be in the first-floor cultivation hall, available to guide Martial Dao practice."
His tone was composed—free of arrogance, free of apology.
With his current level of mastery, he was more than qualified. Even for techniques he hadn't fully practiced, his understanding was sufficient to point out fundamental flaws.
After nodding once more to the staff member, he departed.
"Guidance?" one trainee muttered after he left. "Teacher Bai sure is confident."
"They're all geniuses here," another scoffed. "Who's willing to be taught by someone younger?"
A third trainee shrugged. "We just passed on the message. If someone embarrasses themselves tomorrow, it won't be us."
Their voices faded.
Elsewhere, Bai Yue was already thinking about the next step.
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