Martial Arts Simulation Space

Dazzling golden light filled the entire cave.

Shen Yuan only felt as though his soul had been immersed in a warm torrent. The excruciating pain in his body was isolated by this strange power.

By his ear, that indifferent, icy voice echoed through his sea of consciousness again and again.

[Soul compatibility: 97%. Meets inheritance requirements.] [Ancient supreme treasure · Martial Arts Heavenly Stele has officially completed soul binding.]

An incomparably vast torrent of information burst through Shen Yuan's mind like a river breaking through its banks.

An enormous amount of ancient martial knowledge, deduction principles, and the operating rules of the Martial Arts Simulation Space flooded into him all at once.

His head swelled with pain as if it were about to explode. Shen Yuan clenched his teeth tightly, barely stopping himself from crying out.

He forced himself to steady his mind and tried to absorb the information pouring into his head.

Martial Arts Heavenly Stele.

A supreme treasure left behind by the Martial Performance Saint Emperor in ancient times.

It could not directly grant cultivation, nor could it conjure pills or treasures out of thin air. However, it possessed two terrifying abilities.

First, deducing all methods. Any cultivation technique or martial skill, so long as one had seen it or understood its basic information, could be simulated for cultivation and combat an unlimited number of times within the Heavenly Stele's unique Martial Arts Simulation Space by consuming Martial Dao Points. It could deduce the flaws in a technique, its optimal cultivation path, and even complete incomplete martial arts.

Second, simulating actual combat. Upon entering the Martial Arts Simulation Space, one could replicate an opponent's moves, fight them repeatedly, and seek out their weaknesses.

The price was that every deduction required Martial Dao Points. Martial Dao Points could only be obtained through real combat and slaughter, or by comprehending the martial path.

At the same time, the more powerful the martial art being deduced, the more it would invite heaven's envy and the greater the tribulation force one would endure. A portion of the pain from injuries suffered in simulated battles would also be fed back to the soul.

"So that's how it is..."

Shen Yuan silently digested this information, his heart thundering uncontrollably in his chest.

He had crossed into this world, fallen from a cliff, and reached the brink of death—only to stumble upon such a heaven-defying supreme treasure.

This was his chance to survive!

The golden light slowly receded, retreating back into the stone stele.

In the outside world, the ancient stone stele standing in the cave remained motionless, as though nothing had happened. Yet within Shen Yuan's sea of consciousness, a miniature phantom of a dark Heavenly Stele was already floating.

With a thought, Shen Yuan's consciousness could connect to the Heavenly Stele.

"Heavenly Stele, is there any way to repair my current injuries and shattered innate foundation?" Shen Yuan asked urgently in his heart.

Within his sea of consciousness, the phantom of the Heavenly Stele trembled slightly.

[The host's body has multiple bone fractures. The innate foundation has suffered devastating destruction, and the meridians are severely damaged. Martial Dao Points may be consumed to deduce a method for repairing the innate foundation. Current Martial Dao Points: 3.]

Only three Martial Dao Points.

Pitifully few.

Shen Yuan frowned slightly.

Having just bound with the Heavenly Stele, he only had the three initial Martial Dao Points it had gifted him. That was far from enough to directly deduce a complete method for repairing his innate foundation.

"Then what can be deduced for the lowest cost?" Shen Yuan continued asking in his heart.

[Basic martial art Subduing Tiger Fist may be deduced. Cost: 2 Martial Dao Points. Simulated cultivation may be completed in the Martial Arts Simulation Space to optimize the fist art's circulation path.]

Subduing Tiger Fist.

Fragments of memory flashed through Shen Yuan's mind.

It was a basic Body Tempering fist art that every servant disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect could learn, a common entry-level martial art found everywhere. The original owner of this body had practiced this fist art before as well.

Though it was only a basic fist art, if it could be deduced and optimized, the improved blood and qi circulation path might be able to gradually nourish his damaged body and shattered innate foundation.

It was still better than sitting here and waiting to die.

Shen Yuan suppressed the excitement in his heart and lowered his head to look at his body again.

His ribs were broken, and wounds all over his body were bleeding. If his body gave out and died first, then even possessing the Heavenly Stele would make everything empty talk.

"Stabilize the injuries first."

Suppressing his excitement, Shen Yuan began examining his body. Spring water dripping from the cave walls could solve his drinking problem, but without medicinal herbs, he could only endure his external injuries on his own.

He tore strips from the inner layer of clothing already soaked through with blood and simply bandaged several of his more seriously bleeding wounds. Once he was done, overwhelming exhaustion washed over him.

After finishing the rough bandaging, Shen Yuan leaned against the rock wall, closed his eyes, and sank his consciousness into his sea of consciousness.

The scene before him abruptly changed.

He appeared within a boundless, blank expanse of Martial Arts Simulation Space.

This space was the inner domain of the Martial Arts Heavenly Stele.

"Begin deducing Subduing Tiger Fist. Consume two Martial Dao Points." Shen Yuan issued the command in his heart.

The next instant, two Martial Dao Points were consumed completely, leaving only the final 1 point.

Within the Martial Arts Simulation Space, countless illusory figures emerged and practiced Subduing Tiger Fist over and over again.

When ordinary disciples practiced Subduing Tiger Fist, they could only stiffly follow the moves taught by the sect. But here, the Heavenly Stele continuously altered the routes of blood and qi circulation and adjusted the angles of force behind every move and stance. Tens of thousands of different versions flashed before his eyes at lightning speed.

Some versions exerted too much force and injured their own meridians; others were limp and weak, their power greatly diminished. The Heavenly Stele continuously eliminated flawed paths and iterated upon them, optimizing them without pause.

Standing within the Martial Arts Simulation Space, Shen Yuan immersed himself completely, observing every simulated demonstration.

Inside the cave outside, the flow of time in reality was not equal to that within the Martial Arts Simulation Space.

Within the Martial Arts Simulation Space, it seemed that several days and nights had already passed. Again and again, he followed the phantoms in practice, engraving every inch of force, every circulation of blood and qi in Subduing Tiger Fist, into the memory of his soul.

A set of Subduing Tiger Fist deduced to the perfect level slowly took shape.

Not only were its moves sharper and fiercer, but more importantly, this fist art had evolved an exceptionally gentle blood and qi circulation path. This route would not unleash overly powerful destructive force, yet it could slowly nourish damaged bones and meridians.

"It worked!"

Joy surged through Shen Yuan's heart.

He withdrew from the Martial Arts Simulation Space, and his consciousness returned to his broken body.

The cave remained dim, with only faint glimmers of light leaking through cracks in the rock wall.

Following the blood and qi circulation route of the Perfect Tiger-Subduing Fist that had been deduced, he slowly circulated the meager remnants of blood and qi within his body.

Thread after thread of weak warmth gradually flowed through his limbs and bones. Waves of tingling numbness spread from his fractured bones and shattered innate foundation.

He was not instantly healed, but he truly was recovering little by little.

"Wonderful!" A thread of hope rose within Shen Yuan's heart.

There was hope.

He might not have to die at the bottom of this cliff.

But very soon, a new problem presented itself.

He only had 1 Martial Dao Point left. To continue deducing more profound methods of recovery, he would need a large number of Martial Dao Points. To obtain Martial Dao Points, he needed actual combat.

But trapped in this cave at the bottom of the cliff, how was he supposed to get out?

And over at the Servant Compound, Liu Er, Zhou Hu, and Zhao Kun lurking behind the scenes all believed he had already fallen to his death. Once he returned to the Azure Cloud Sect, those people would absolutely not let the matter rest.

Moreover, when the original owner had been falsely accused of stealing a cultivation technique and had his innate foundation shattered, it seemed there had been a shadow behind the entire affair even deeper than Zhao Kun.

Shen Yuan looked toward the pitch-black cliff face outside the cave, countless thoughts churning in his heart.

I survived.

But this was only the beginning.

How would he leave this cliff? And after returning, how would he face those who wanted him dead?