Chapter 11: The Frog at the Bottom of the Well Looks Up at the Moon

Time passed.

Half a year went by in the blink of an eye.

During this time, the tale of Lin Yuan's roar that suppressed the Dali Imperial Palace spread like a hurricane throughout the world.

After all, the incident was no small matter, and even if the Imperial Guards and palace maids inside the palace dared not spread the word,

the martial experts outside the palace could not pretend it never happened.

Their eyes were not blind, and their ears were not deaf.

Even the middle-aged monk could sense the change in the aura inside the palace.

Other martial experts naturally could as well.

Moreover, the Emperor of Dali actively stepped out from the palace and bowed to Lin Yuan, a scene witnessed by many.

Considering everything, it was easy for people to speculate the general truth—

The Dali Dynasty's palace had been breached by a mysterious monk from the Buddha Gate.

Even the reigning Emperor had to step forward and bow his head in admission of fault.

The Dali Dynasty indeed tried to suppress the story, but it simply could not be contained.

And this version of the story was actually the truth and even flattered the Dali Dynasty.

Using the word "breached" at least implied that Lin Yuan had made several moves.

The Dali Dynasty still had the strength to resist, but ultimately it failed.

But the truth was, merely a single sonic technique had left many experts within the palace unable to rise from the ground.

Suddenly, the world was abuzz.

Commoners and martial experts from various places

were talking about this event.

The Dali Dynasty had ruled the world for nearly two hundred years, and because of that founding great-grandfathers, all martial experts were suppressed to the point of suffocation.

Now, seeing the Dali Dynasty humiliated, and thoroughly defeated at that, everyone naturally took pleasure in their misfortune.

After discussing the Dali Dynasty, everyone's attention immediately focused on that mysterious Buddhist monk.

Was the Dali Dynasty weak?

Definitely not.

Not only were they not weak,

they were terrifyingly strong.

Even if that Great Grandmaster ancestor had entered nirvana,

the strength of the Dali Dynasty was still sufficient to suppress the world.

Yet even so, the palace, as the gathering place for the Dali Dynasty's most elite power and the most martial experts,

was breached by a mysterious monk.

Thinking deeper about what this implied made everyone shudder with dread.

Without a doubt, the strength of that mysterious monk must have already stepped into the Realm of Great Grandmaster.

...

In the Martial Hall of the Dali Imperial Palace,

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged, with a calm expression.

Since entering here six months ago, Lin Yuan had not gone out.

The Emperor of Dali was indeed perceptive, directly declaring the Martial Hall a forbidden area, prohibiting anyone from disturbing Lin Yuan.

In addition, every meal was meticulously prepared.

Not only were they able to replenish Primordial Qi, but they were also expertly cooked by the imperial chefs.

They made sure that there was nothing to complain about in terms of taste.

"Not enough, these martial arts are still far from enough."

Lin Yuan sighed silently in his heart.

In just half a year, Lin Yuan had thoroughly learned and understood all the martial arts within the Dali Imperial Palace's Martial Hall.

This was not because the martial arts in the Martial Hall were inferior to those in the Great Zen Temple's Sutra Pavilion.

To be frank, the martial arts collected in the Martial Hall far surpassed those in the Sutra Pavilion.

But that was then, and this is now.

Lin Yuan currently stood at the unprecedented Mythical Realm.

Whereas at the Great Zen Temple, Lin Yuan was an Innate Grandmaster, a Great Grandmaster.

From such a lofty position, the efficiency of his Enlightenment naturally far outstripped the latter.

However, even after mastering all the martial arts within the Martial Hall,

and pushing his Against-Heaven's Understanding into full bloom, Lin Yuan still hadn't broken through the Mythical Realm.

"The martial arts of the world that can be recorded and passed down are ultimately the minority; many more are scattered among the warriors of the world."

Lin Yuan silently pondered.

These martial arts might not be high-level and far from the caliber of supreme martial arts, but they were unique in perspective.

They might even be entirely different from the current Martial Tao Cultivation System.

If Lin Yuan could gain insights into the Martial Tao from other angles, it should help him break through the Mythical Realm.

"Come in."

Having a rough direction in mind, Lin Yuan slightly raised his head, looking towards the entrance of the Martial Hall.

"Yes."

The lean elder immediately came in respectfully.

As the highest-ranking, strongest elder of the Dali Royal Family,

the lean elder wouldn't normally be so submissive, personally standing guard outside the Martial Hall and waiting for Lin Yuan's commands.

But ever since Lin Yuan had casually given some advice to the lean elder shortly after entering the Martial Hall, which led to an epiphany,

the lean elder had stayed outside the Martial Hall and had not left.

The advice made the lean elder realize that even ten, twenty, or fifty years of hard cultivation

would not equal a single casual remark from Lin Yuan.

"I plan to hold a global Martial Tao tournament, right here in the capital. Any martial artist of the Acquired Realm or Innate Realm can participate."

"The top ten will be allowed to select any three supreme martial arts."

Lin Yuan spoke.

With his Against-Heaven's Understanding, Lin Yuan didn't need to learn martial arts; just by watching others perform, he could glean insights.

More than a decade ago, Lin Yuan watched the Great Zen Temple's Martial Monks practice Arhat Fist, from which he derived the supreme martial art, Great Arhat Buddha Fist, as an example.

Asking the world's martial artists to write out their signature techniques was unrealistic.

Many freelance martial artists, unburdened by sects, could simply hide in the mountains and forests if pressured; even Lin Yuan would have no solution.

But by using a Martial Tao tournament to attract them and with Lin Yuan's Against-Heaven's Understanding, he could silently comprehend the essence of their abilities.

As for whether he could attract those freelance martial artists... people only pursue two things: fame or fortune.

For martial artists, there's another.

That is the advancement of their own Martial Tao Realm.

With supreme martial arts as bait, Lin Yuan wasn't worried that those freelancers wouldn't bite.

Supreme martial arts are not common cabbages; a single such technique can form the foundation of an inheritance.

The Great Zen Temple, among the sanctuaries of the Buddha Gate and Great Martial Sects, had only seventy-two supreme martial arts.