Five-Heart-to-Sky Cultivation Method!

At the same time.

Heaven Dou Empire, Shrek Academy.

The atmosphere on the training ground had turned extremely peculiar.

Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, head tilted upward as he stared at the short-haired youth sitting cross-legged on the Sky Screen, a mocking curl at the corner of his mouth.

Grandstanding. It is utterly ridiculous.

Yu Xiaogang shook his head, turned to face the Shrek members behind him, and began his lecture.

"To think that simply pointing one's palms and soles toward the sky and assuming a comical posture could guide so-called cosmic energy into the body—it is complete nonsense."

"The acquisition of any power must follow rigorous martial soul theory."

"Without a spirit ring as a medium, how could the human body possibly withstand the violent energy of the outside world?"

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than he felt the surrounding atmosphere shift.

No one echoed his theory.

Yu Xiaogang paused, then followed the others' gazes to look down.

He saw his most prized disciple, Tang San, lying on the dirt ground without a word.

Tang San's legs were crossed, soles facing upward, hands resting flat on his thighs with palms turned toward the sky. His eyes were slightly closed, his breathing had become steady, and he had perfectly replicated the posture of the youth on the Sky Screen, clearly having entered a state of cultivation.

This sight sent Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang into an instinctive rage!

Originally, he had been able to see a look of worship in the eyes of Tang San, a child who was wise beyond his years.

But with the appearance of the Sky Screen, that worship had gradually vanished, replaced by skepticism. And now, Tang San was defying his will in full view of everyone!

He had transformed from a follower into an opponent!

"San! What are you doing!"

Yu Xiaogang's face flushed a deep red, a sense of shame and annoyance at being betrayed by his disciple in public surging in his heart.

He rushed over to Tang San, his voice sharp with agitation: "Get up at once! These are nothing but deceptive tricks; do not be led astray!"

Tang San did not open his eyes, nor did he respond.

He was currently focusing all his mental energy, attempting to perceive whether that so-called cosmic energy existed in the air.

He wanted to see if this cultivation method could resonate with his own Mysterious Heaven Skill.

Seeing Tang San ignore him, Yu Xiaogang fell into a complete frenzy.

"This continent is called the Douluo Continent! Only by cultivating martial souls and absorbing spirit rings to become a Titled Douluo is the only righteous path!"

"You are a disciple of Yu Xiaogang; you must never practice such heterodox ways!"

Yu Xiaogang roared, actually channeling the spirit power within his body.

"Come out, Luo Sanpao!"

Accompanied by a flash of yellow light, an earthy-yellow creature resembling a pig appeared on the training ground. Yu Xiaogang intended to take forceful action, using his martial soul to interrupt Tang San.

Seeing that Yu Xiaogang was in earnest, two tall figures stood like iron towers, blocking his path.

Zhao Wuji didn't even manifest his martial soul; he merely released a sliver of his pressure as a Spirit Saint, which was enough to send Luo Sanpao cowering to the ground, whimpering.

Flender pushed up his glasses, his expression grave.

"Xiaogang, do not let your emotions dictate your actions."

Yu Xiaogang glared at his old friend: "Flender, are you going to watch as San goes down the wrong path?"

Flender's stance was firm: "What do you mean by 'wrong path'?"

"If this cultivation method is fake, San loses nothing by trying. But what if it is truly effective?"

Flender gestured to the surroundings, then toward the area outside the training ground.

"You can stop San from practicing, but can you stop the people of this world from doing so?"

"Martial souls remain, and spirit rings are still useful. This is simply an additional, potentially viable path of cultivation appearing in this world. Having another path is not a bad thing."

"You must realize that this path could not only make existing spirit masters stronger, but it could also provide a grand road to the heavens for those with trash martial souls and ordinary people born without spirit power!"

Flender's voice grew increasingly high-pitched. In his agitation, his Cat-Eagle martial soul manifested spontaneously, his pupils changing color.

"Xiaogang, do you still not understand?!"

"If this method is feasible, you could cultivate as well!"

In an instant, Yu Xiaogang felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

He looked at his own hands in a daze.

That was true.

He himself possessed a mutated, trash martial soul; he was one of those who originally could not cultivate.

But why, when someone had opened a grand road that would allow even him to cultivate, was his first reaction not joy or support, but rage and opposition?

It was because of his own narrow-mindedness.

Because his life's research and theories had become a joke in the face of this new cultivation path, he felt nothing but resentment.

Having lost all his mental energy in an instant, Yu Xiaogang turned around dejectedly and began to walk away from the training ground, his movements as listless as a walking corpse.

Flender watched Yu Xiaogang's lonely back with a sigh, then turned his gaze toward the other students present.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and start cultivating!"

Flender's voice was resonant, echoing across the entire training ground.

"You must understand that in cultivation, if you fall behind by one step, you fall behind in every step! Everyone on the Douluo Continent is watching the Sky Screen right now, and others have already begun to attempt it. If you don't cultivate, you are voluntarily falling behind!"

Hearing the Dean's reprimand, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and the others snapped out of their daze. They hurriedly found relatively flat spots, mimicked Tang San's posture, sat cross-legged, and assumed the five-hearts-toward-the-sky position.

Dai Mubai hesitated for a moment, then set aside his arrogance and sat down as well.

Across the entire training ground, only Ning Rongrong remained standing.

Dressed in a gorgeous skirt, she looked at the dust and dirt on the ground with disdain. Her chin was tilted slightly upward, and the look she gave Flender was nothing but provocative.

"The ground is so dirty; I refuse to sit down."

Flender turned his gaze toward Ning Rongrong.

With the appearance of the Sky Screen, the Douluo Continent was destined to undergo an unprecedented transformation.

Change brings chaos.

The future was destined to be a chaotic era.

It was true that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was a top-tier support-type martial soul, but a support-type martial soul was still just that; its greatest weakness was its lack of personal combat capability.

It couldn't even guarantee self-preservation on the battlefield.

Now, the best opportunity to supplement one's own combat power was right in front of them. As the young sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, to be so caught up in a childish temper, completely ignorant of her own martial soul's flaws, and failing to think about how to compensate for those shortcomings—it could only be called moronic!

"I will say this one more time: follow the instructions on the Sky Screen, sit down, and attempt to cultivate."

Flender's voice was cold and stern, completely devoid of his usual gentleness.

Ning Rongrong, however, had no idea of the calculations in Flender's mind and stubbornly insisted, "Whether or not to cultivate is a personal choice. Before this cultivation method appeared, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was a top-tier martial soul, and after its appearance, I believe it still is!"

"I think my father feels the same way!"

Flender sighed softly, mentally passing a death sentence on Ning Rongrong's future.

Whether the future direction of cultivation would be martial souls or the five-hearts-toward-the-sky method had become a complete unknown.

To still maintain a sense of superiority over having a top-tier martial soul at a time like this—was that not just digging one's own grave?!

Shaking his head, Flender couldn't be bothered to manage Ning Rongrong anymore. He simply mimicked the movements of the short-haired youth on the Sky Screen and began to attempt cultivation, seeking to perceive this so-called Genetic Origin Energy.