Goku Asks Jiren for Advice

The next morning, Wukong got up early and began training. Only this time, he was no longer learning the same fighting techniques as before. Instead, he wanted to learn Jiren's signature skill: meditation.

But how did one meditate? What foundation did he need to develop this ability from?

"Looks like I'll have to go ask Jiren."

Wukong walked into the room, entered the bedroom, looked at the Time Ring in front of him, and slipped it onto his finger.

"If I put on black clothes now, wouldn't I be just like Zamasu? Hahahaha."

Wukong teased himself.

Wukong walked to the door and used the Flight Technique to fly into the sky. He slowly raised his finger, the brand-new Time Ring on his hand looking especially cool.

He slowly lifted his hand and aimed the Time Ring at the brightest star in the night sky. In that instant, the gem on the ring seemed to activate, giving off a faint blue glow that shone in harmony with the starlight. Wukong's face was expressionless, but his eyes glittered with determination, as if he were engaging in a contest against time itself.

The blue light on the ring grew brighter and brighter, gradually forming a halo that enveloped Wukong completely. The air around him began to warp, and the texture of time became visible, spreading outward in rings like ripples on water. Wukong's figure blurred within the halo, as if he were being drawn into an invisible vortex.

He could feel the power of time surging through his body. Every heartbeat was accompanied by the pulse of time. His consciousness began to blur, and the past, present, and future intertwined in his mind, forming scene after hazy scene. He saw his own past: those battles, those victories, those defeats, and the opportunities he had once missed.

Wukong took a deep breath and focused his mind. His will was like a sharp sword, trying to carve open a path through the torrent of time. The blue light on the ring began to spin, forming a vortex, and Wukong stood at the very center of it.

His body began to turn transparent, as if he were gradually vanishing from this world. His heartbeat grew louder and louder, synchronizing with the pulse of time, each beat more powerful than the last. The halo around his body began to expand, swallowing everything nearby.

After the blue halo passed, Wukong arrived in Universe 11.

Wukong stood on a vast grassland. Around him were rolling mountains, and above him stretched a deep blue sky, with a few white clouds drifting lazily by. His gaze locked onto the figure ahead, where a warrior sat quietly, as if cut off from the world. It was Jiren.

Jiren's figure looked especially tranquil in the breeze. His eyes were tightly shut, and his breathing was steady and deep. Wukong could sense an invisible power emanating from Jiren, a power that transcended the flesh and touched the soul. He knew this was the answer he was looking for—meditation.

Wukong slowly walked up to Jiren and greeted this old friend in front of him. Jiren was also surprised by Wukong's arrival. Wukong had actually appeared before him in a way whose power he could not detect.

"Sun Wukong? How did you get here?"

Jiren looked at Wukong's finger, and a shocked expression appeared on his face.

"A Time Ring? What did you do to Gowasu of Universe 10?!"

"No, no, nothing. This is a Time Ring Vegeta got for us with a wish to Super Shenron. I came here because I wanted to ask you how I can master the power of meditation."

Jiren let out a breath of relief.

"So that's what it was."

Wukong nodded, and Jiren continued.

"Meditation is not merely a form of training. It is also a way of conversing with the universe," Jiren said in a low, powerful voice. "What it requires is not only time, but your entire will and soul."

Wukong nodded. A firm light flashed in his eyes. He knew this would be the most important lesson of his life.

Jiren stood up and pointed toward a mountain peak in the distance. "First, use only your physical ability to climb that peak. In addition, you must learn to become one with nature. Go there, find the calm within your heart, and feel the breathing of the universe."

Wukong did not hesitate in the slightest. He turned and ran toward that mountain peak. His steps were light and swift.

The mountain peak was steep and treacherous, but Wukong was agile, and he climbed like a nimble ape. As he rose higher, the wind grew stronger and stronger, but Wukong's heart grew calmer and calmer. He could feel his heartbeat gradually synchronizing with the rhythm of nature. Every breath seemed to be a conversation with the universe.

When he finally reached the summit, Wukong sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began trying to establish a connection with this land and with the entire universe. His breathing became slow and deep, and his consciousness began to spread, as if it were about to merge into everything around him. Wukong's entire body also began to float.

At that moment, time seemed to lose all meaning. Wukong's consciousness wandered through meditation. He could feel the gentle touch of the wind, the pulse of the earth, and even the rotation of distant stars. There were no stray thoughts in his heart, only his desire for power and his reverence for the universe.

Just then, a warm current suddenly surged up inside Wukong. This power was warm and mighty, flowing through his meridians in sync with every breath he took. A faint smile appeared on Wukong's face. He knew he had already begun to touch the threshold of meditation.

As time passed, Wukong's meditation grew deeper and deeper. His body began to emit a faint glow, and that light blended with the natural scenery around him, as if he had already become part of this land.

At the foot of the mountain, Jiren quietly watched Wukong at the summit. A hint of approval flashed through his eyes. He knew this warrior from another place possessed extraordinary potential and determination. He waited for Wukong's return, waiting for him to bring back from meditation not only power, but also a profound understanding of the universe.

When Wukong finally woke from his meditation, he felt as though he had undergone a rebirth. His body was light and full of vitality, and a new light shone in his eyes. He knew he had found the key to reaching a higher level of power.

Wukong stood up and bowed deeply toward Jiren in the distance. He knew this was only the beginning.

Jiren was also very satisfied with this "disciple." After all, Wukong really was the first person to master a technique like meditation in such a short time. His talent for learning was truly high.

"Wukong, you must remember how this feels now. If you want to take meditation to a higher level, your heart must be still, just like with your Ultra Instinct. Let your body become familiar with this feeling and respond on its own. When that time comes, you will gain something beyond your expectations."

"All right. I understand."

Wukong said goodbye to Jiren, raised the hand wearing the Time Ring, and returned to his own spacetime. At that moment, Wukong's gaze was exceptionally firm, as if he had already foreseen that even stronger enemies would definitely appear in the future, and he was ready.