Chapter 986: Chapter 652: Prison Yang, Abnormality, Transcending the Starry Universe!

The path of the Martial Arts Family is akin to a standard pyramid, with the vast majority of martial artists at the very base, yet those who cannot ascend still gaze upwards in awe.

The higher up the pyramid one climbs, the better the view becomes, but the number of people sharply declines.

Until there are only a few, standing among the ranks of Martial Arts Great Saints on earth!

"One day, I too will stand at the pinnacle of the world..."

With a feeling in his Pile Skill, Meng Chuan silently reaffirmed his Martial Arts Will in his heart.

Diligently nurturing the mind, so as not to waste his good talent and qualities...

...

The sky gradually darkened, as the sun set in the west.

Meng Chuan practiced his punches, unfortunately missing out on the morning and dusk enlightenment.

He had calculated that since the start of this year, he could trigger the morning and dusk enlightenment roughly every 25 days or so.

An evident improvement compared to the previous once a month.

Meng Chuan mused inwardly:

"It might be the change in Comprehension and the overall improvement brought by breaking three..."

The former must play a major role.

Although Comprehension cannot be measured by instruments or given a fixed value.

Being able to frequently trigger sudden understanding implies a far superior Comprehension compared to ordinary people, and vice versa by reasoning.

If it continues to develop, relying on his traits to infinitely elevate his Comprehension.

In the future, might it be possible to trigger enlightenment every day just by practicing punches at dawn and dusk?

That would be quite delightful...

Finishing his musings, Meng Chuan sat cross-legged on the ground.

With a calm demeanor, he assumed the posture of tooth-gnashing and mind-focusing.

Just about to begin practicing the Yu Anle method for longevity, the phone placed on the tea table suddenly vibrated.

Those who could get through to his phone were all specially marked "acquaintances".

Meng Chuan did not hesitate much, straightened his posture, and walked toward the tea table.

Seeing the call display, he nodded quietly:

"So it’s Auntie..."

Meng Chuan picked up the call.

From the other end, he could hear Xue Na’s voice with a hint of panic, and his expression suddenly turned gloomy.

[Hello, Chuan’er...]

Meng Chuan asked gravely:

[What’s the matter, Auntie?]

On the other end, Xue Na was holding the phone in the kitchen, sneaking a glance towards the TV cabinet in the living room, while cautiously speaking:

[Chuan’er, do you still remember that True Martial Emperor statue you brought home and placed in the living room before?]

True Martial wielding a heroic sword, standing barefoot on a turtle and snake.

Emperor’s statue?

Meng Chuan felt a bit puzzled by Xue Na’s words.

But his expression relaxed, thinking it was nothing serious.

Earlier, he was contemplating whether the Demon Path was targeting his close ones, coming after Huayun Prefecture.

He wondered if his golden medal was failing...

Now whenever family members went out, there was a Defense Army covertly protecting them, and there were specially arranged guards within Huayun Prefecture.

Though somewhat inconvenient, it certainly offered much more safety.

The world is like this, you can’t have it both ways, and both Aunt and Uncle agree.

[I remember, what’s the matter, Auntie?]

Xue Na felt somewhat relieved to hear Meng Chuan’s voice:

[I don’t know what happened, but... wasn’t there a mount under that statue before?

A large turtle with spikes all over it, your Uncle said it’s called Xuanwu, just now when I was cleaning, that big turtle suddenly disappeared!]

[...?]

Meng Chuan couldn’t understand the meaning.

[Chuan’er, don’t hang up, I’ll take a photo and send it to you.]

A few seconds later, Meng Chuan received the photo sent by Xue Na.

Xue Na took the picture from a slanted angle.

But Meng Chuan could still clearly see, Xuanwu beneath the True Martial Emperor was nowhere to be found, now it stood alone with its feet on the ground...

Xuanwu really vanished... what’s going on?

Xue Na further explained:

[I asked your Uncle, he didn’t touch it, and the statue was originally covered with a dust-proof cover, locked as it was, no one touched it...]

Meng Chuan thought for a moment, first took out the magic mirror from his chest.

With Spiritual Power infused, his thoughts moved, the scene of Huayun Prefecture parted the clouds, slowly appearing in the mirror.

Controlled by his thoughts, the mirror soon showed Xue Na’s slightly surprised face.

Slightly adjusting the "camera", Meng Chuan saw the Emperor standing alone on the table.

"..."

Meng Chuan didn’t perceive any "mysterious power" involved.

From all directions probing, it was a completely lifeless statue, even with scant incense offerings.

After all, Aunt and Uncle were not true disciples of the True Martial School, they only offered it some incense when they remembered.

This was not so surprising.

However...

Meng Chuan suddenly remembered, when he first brought the statue home, the peculiar sensation he discerned...

Watching for a long time back then, he could sense some inexplicable spiritual energy, especially on the now missing Xuanwu!

Meng Chuan boldly speculated:

"Could it be, similar to the Great Brahman Heaven’s Divine Thought... Xuanwu God’s Divine Thought is controlling this statue?"

[Chuan’er, is there something spooky going on...]

Seeing Meng Chuan silent, Xue Na became a little scared, cautiously spoke again.

Turning his Heart Spirit back, Meng Chuan first comforted the somewhat panicked Aunt that it wasn’t a supernatural event, there’s no such mysterious stuff in the Martial Arts Era.

After hearing him say this, Xue Na was finally completely reassured.

[Your Uncle said the same, but I wasn’t at ease, hearing you say that makes Auntie comfortable.]

Meng Chuan comforted her for a while, only then did Xue Na happily hang up, reminding him in the end:

[Yiyi is getting married at the end of next month, remember to come to your sister’s wedding!]

[No problem.]

Meng Chuan was in closed training at Lishan Mountain, nowhere else to go, thus confidently promised.

Hanging up the phone, his mind still lingered on the matter of Xuanwu.

Recalling back further in time, when he first arrived at Wudang.

Struck by lightning, his soul traversed through the Great Cave of the Underworld, accepting the True Martial Emperor’s test, inheriting the Xuanwu method and demon-expelling Divine Power.