The Star Gate's Galaxy

It had stripped away the original version's devouring and venomous nature, integrating the Daoist core philosophy of "supreme goodness like water," endless vitality, and all-embracing tolerance.

It was no longer a pure killing technique, but a fusion of nurturing life and seeking the Dao.

Its energy conversion rate was extremely high, and it was exceptionally gentle, making it hard to fall into demonic deviation, with an immeasurable upper limit.

This was the ultimate power-enhanced version, debugged by countless great wisdom holders.

This was it!

A sharp glint flashed in Su Yun's eyes, and he hesitated almost not at all.

What was the wisdom of an Earthling?

Standing on the shoulders of giants!

No matter how strong the original version was, it was still a bug-ridden first draft from hundreds of years ago.

And this iterative version was the perfect patch package, optimized by countless grandmasters!

It was the stable version verified by thousands of developers in the open-source community!

If you were going to train, train the T0 version!

At that moment, the chaos in the classroom gradually subsided.

Beside the podium, Luo Bu, with only a quarter of his life left, was hurling his final taunts at Su Yun:

"Cough... Su Yun... what are you playing mysterious for?"

"In the face of real talent and ruthlessness... your kind of pathetic effort... is worthless! Cough..."

In the corner, Tang San watched Su Yun, still sweating profusely over whether to teach him the Mysterious Heaven Skill, the hem of his clothes nearly ground to shreds in his hands.

Just then, Su Yun suddenly sat up straight, a confident arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Hu..."

Following the meridian map of the Dao Canon Heaven Skill in his mind, Su Yun adjusted the rhythm of his breathing.

Su Yun suddenly sat upright, startling everyone, and the teacher quickly stepped forward to sense his condition.

1.0 times.

Seeing this, Luo Bu curled the corner of his mouth into a bloody sneer: "Hmph, putting on airs... trash..."

But then, the word "trash" got stuck in his throat before it could fully leave his mouth.

Because he felt that the aura around Su Yun had changed.

If before it had been a stagnant pool, now ripples were beginning to spread across the surface.

1.05 times...

1.10 times...

The numbers began to climb slowly but steadily.

Luo Bu's sneer froze on his face, his eyes bulging like copper bells: "This... this is impossible... he clearly didn't use a soul skill..."

1.15 times... 1.20 times...

Su Yun remained as calm as ever, not even breaking a sweat.

And yet, to reach this speed before, Luo Bu had paid the price of bleeding from all seven orifices.

"No... stop... stop right now!"

An inexplicable panic rose in Luo Bu's heart, and he frantically prayed in his mind for Su Yun to hit a bottleneck.

1.26 times.

Tied.

Without any assistance, without any self-harm, Su Yun effortlessly matched the result that Luo Bu had only achieved by risking his life.

Luo Bu's breathing quickened along with it...

Then...

1.29 times!

"Pfft--!!!"

Luo Bu, overwhelmed by rage and anxiety, spewed a fountain of old blood.

"How?!"

Luo Bu let out a heart-wrenching wail.

"I sacrificed half my life for that speed... and you surpass it with just two breaths?! This isn't scientific! This isn't fair!!"

However, this was only the beginning.

The moment Luo Bu spat blood and collapsed, the iterative version of the Mysterious Heaven Skill within Su Yun's body finally finished its warm-up, baring its ferocious fangs.

The speed that had been climbing slowly suddenly surged rapidly!

1.5 times... 2.0 times... 3.0 times...

WOOOOM--!!!

Without any warning, the air in the classroom suddenly turned thick and viscous.

The Heavenly Energy that had been idly drifting through the air like lazy dust motes now seemed to heed the summons of some high-dimensional sovereign.

It trembled wildly, converged...

And then formed a visible, almost tangible white vortex of air current, pouring madly into Su Yun at its center!

"This..."

Teacher Li's pen snapped at the tip as he was taking notes.

He looked up in alarm, but before he could see clearly, a powerful gust of air erupted from Su Yun as the epicenter.

"Rustle--"

It was as if someone had suddenly thrown open a window in the classroom. Books on the floor flipped pages wildly in the wind. The girls in the front row gasped, feeling their skirts and hair whipped by this sudden, freak gust, and had to press down on their hems.

In the corner, Tang San shot to his feet.

At that moment, the purple light in his eyes surged out almost uncontrollably. His Purple Extreme Demon Eye was pushed to its limit, locked dead on Su Yun at the storm's center, his face filled with disbelief and shock.

"This aura... balanced and righteous, yet vast as the ocean..."

Tang San's fingers trembled violently.

As the sole orthodox heir of the Tang Sect in this world, he was intimately familiar with the aura of Mysterious Heaven Skill.

But the fluctuation radiating from Su Yun right now, its execution path, was seventy percent similar to his own Mysterious Heaven Skill, yet fundamentally different!

His Mysterious Heaven Skill was like a sharp dagger—domineering, yin and soft, walking the path of cunning.

What Su Yun displayed now, however, was like a towering, majestic Mount Tai, an ocean that embraced all things—walking the path of a true king!

What terrified Tang San even more was that the proud Mysterious Heaven Skill inner force within his own body now felt as if it had met its natural enemy, like a subject seeing an emperor. It was trembling in his meridians, even producing a bizarre urge to break out of his body and pledge allegiance to the other!

"My inner force... is submitting?!"

Tang San's worldview shattered in that instant. He had to circulate his own energy to forcibly suppress this restlessness, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

"No malice, only endless tolerance and transformation... How is this possible? Could Brother Su be practicing... the ancestor of Mysterious Heaven Skill?!"

At this moment, Su Yun couldn't hear the outside world at all.

As the Dao Canon Mysterious Heaven Skill—a technique refined through Earth civilization's iterations and countless grandmasters patching its bugs—began to circulate, he felt as if he had become a bottomless black hole.

On the podium, Teacher Li sensed the surrounding Heavenly Energy being drained at an inconceivable speed, all rushing toward the kid in sunglasses.

"Five times... ten times... thirty times..."

Teacher Li's voice went from an initial tremble to a shrieking, cracked shout. He was completely unhinged, having lost all teacherly composure, his finger pointing at Su Yun twitching:

"Fifty times!!!"

"Heavens! Fifty times absorption speed! Is this even human?!"

"F-fifty times?"

Luo Bu had blood frothing at the corners of his mouth, but he let out a hysterical, bitter laugh:

"Fake... it's all fake! A fix! This is a fix!"

"Cough... it must be the work of capital! This world is too dark!"

Luo Bu, still vomiting blood, stared at Su Yun with bloodshot eyes.

"I had Rat scratch his scalp bloody... fought half to death... just to get 1.26 times..."

"And he sits there sipping tea... and gets fifty times?"

"This isn't fair! This is persecution of hardworking geniuses like me! I want to report this! I want to appeal! I want to... ugh..."

The bone-deep despair instantly crushed Luo Bu.

He felt like an NPC toyed with by a high-level player, a wage slave slaving away in front of a capitalist, only to be mocked for being poor.

"Senior! Senior, don't get so worked up! You'll bleed out at this rate!"

His underlings panicked, pinching his philtrum.

Compared to Luo Bu's collapse, Xiao Wu bounced up from her chair in excitement, her rabbit-ear hair clip swaying with the airflow.

"Wow--!"

She didn't even bother with her wind-tangled hair, just propped her little hands on the edge of the desk, staring at the figure at the storm's center, the corners of her mouth lifting uncontrollably.

"I knew it! I knew it!"

"How could Boss be a 1.0 waste! This is his real strength!"

In her logic, Boss Su was so amazing—what was wrong with cultivating a little faster?

"Boss is so cool! Go, go, go!"

But this was far from over.

Even Su Yun himself was a bit startled. Was this technique maybe a little too overpowered?

Lei Zhan's voice came through the earpiece, sounding a bit odd, as if he was barely holding back laughter.

"Su Yun, don't be nervous. Just now, when Professor Zhang was flipping through those bamboo slips, he found a rather interesting piece of unofficial history. Take it as a bit of idle gossip for now."

Su Yun maintained his meditation as he asked, "What unofficial history?"

"Old Zhang speculates that this iterative cultivation technique, revised countless times, likely originated from the End of Dharma Era in that unofficial history."

Lei Zhan's voice explained unhurriedly:

"It records that during that period, Earth's spiritual energy was nearly depleted. The cultivators back then, in order to snatch a sliver of energy from their environment, were forced to push their techniques to the extreme..."

He paused here, a hint of teasing creeping into his tone:

"Like a sponge that had been dried out under the scorching sun for thousands of years, it evolved its water-absorbing ability to the utmost just to pick up a bit of moisture from the dry air."

"But now, you've essentially thrown that dry sponge straight into the deep sea."

"And its absorption efficiency will only..."

"Be absolutely terrifying!"

"I see..."

Su Yun understood inwardly.

No wonder this technique had such an ugly feeding habit—it had been starved for too long.

Boom—!

The airflow around Su Yun surged again. This time, it wasn't just a gust—it directly formed a white tornado, enveloping his entire body!

Teacher Li's legs gave out, and he dropped straight to his knees.

His hair was disheveled, his gaze vacant. Relying on his physical senses, he muttered the speculation that made his soul tremble:

"A hundred times... at least a hundred times..."

"Crazy... this world has gone crazy... a miracle... this is a miracle..."

The terrifying hundredfold flow rate instantly drained all the Heavenly Energy from the entire classroom, creating a brief vacuum zone.

But Su Yun, at the center of the storm, furrowed his brow slightly.

"No... fast, but uncomfortable."

He felt a violent swelling in his meridians, as if he had overeaten, even with some stinging pain.

Su Yun quickly identified the problem.

This End of Dharma Era technique was far too indiscriminate.

It didn't care whether the air carried red specks, blue specks, or yellow specks—as long as it was energy, it sucked everything into his body.

Normal meditation techniques only absorbed the specks suited to oneself—slow, but pure.

Now, Su Yun was absorbing chaotically, swallowing everything directly, regardless of whether it tasted good.

Though he was indeed full, he had indigestion, his body filled with all sorts of mixed colors.

Watching the chaotic specks rampaging through his meridians, a flash of insight struck Su Yun.

Why should I absorb these multicolored impurities?

Why should I adapt to the environment?

Because this is Douluo Continent, and the environment here is this mixed?

So I have to hold my nose and adapt to it?

No!

A sudden spark of inspiration flashed through Su Yun's mind.

He recalled the specks that had spilled from the gap when the Star Gate's coordinates shifted, connecting to that unknown plane in the Soul Hunting Forest.

Those specks were pure, profound, silver-white like snow, carrying a vast, high-dimensional aura.

Those were the specks suited to me!

Since the silver specks here are sparse, not enough for me to absorb...

Then I can just connect to a new source myself!

A wild, arrogant curve tugged at Su Yun's lips.

If the mountain won't come to me, then I'll move the mountain!

The next second, with a thought, Su Yun pressed both hands outward into the void.

"Martial Soul, Star Gate, open!"

Woo!!!

A deep, mysterious white Star Gate suddenly unfurled behind Su Yun.

That gate seemed to lead to the depths of the cosmos. The moment it appeared, the restless specks inside his body instantly fell silent.

What the Star Gate now connected to was the boundless, infinite deep space of the universe.

There, there were endless, pure to the extreme, light points perfectly suited for him!

In an instant, the originally chaotic and violent airflow vortex changed color.

Those motley light points—earthy yellow, fiery red, and cyan—were forcibly expelled by that higher-order aura.

Replacing them were countless silver light points surging out from the Star Gate!

It was as if the entire Milky Way was pouring down!

Boom—!

The next second, the Star River inverted!

At this moment, the cramped classroom seemed to vanish; the ceiling and walls melted away in perception.

Everyone felt as if they were suspended in the boundless, vast deep space of the universe, surrounded by billions of brilliant stars woven into a Silver Waterfall!

That silver radiance pierced through the Star Gate, transforming into a roaring, surging River of Light, carrying the ancient breath of the Cosmic Wilderness, frantically converging toward Su Yun!

They rejoiced, they scrambled over each other, as if Su Yun was the only destination for this entire Star Sea.

That pure, noble, and vast spatial fluctuation, bearing the pressure that crushed all dimensions, descended upon the mortal world.

"Ugh..."

Tang San, who had been barely holding on with the internal force of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, finally reached his limit.

Before that Majestic Heavenly Might, the hint of purple in his eyes that he had always prided himself on dimmed instantly, like a firefly beneath the bright moon.

"Rip—"

Tang San felt a sharp pain in both eyes; even his Purple Extreme Demon Eye was pierced by the overwhelming silver light, forcing tears to flow.

He completely lost the strength to stand. His legs gave way, and he fell to the ground with a thud, sitting heavily, gasping for air, his face full of shock and reverence.

On the podium, the pen in Teacher Li's hand had long since fallen to the floor.

His mouth hung wide open, and because it was stretched so far, his jaw gave a faint "crack"—it had dislocated.

But he didn't feel the pain at all. He was like a petrified statue, simply staring dumbly and greedily at that dreamlike silver Star Sea, as if his soul was being cleansed in that moment.