Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 625 Like Stars
"A few years? You think you can easily learn divine script? Does everyone in an advanced civilization do it so easily? It's the same with mathematics, but is the addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division you use to buy groceries the same as what a mathematician uses? It's the same with martial arts, but is the same with an ordinary person and a martial arts master? Even with games, like soccer and basketball, can you play the same way as a professional player? They're completely different."

"I think I understand," Zhou Leng said.

"In advanced civilizations, not everyone becomes extraordinary; only the strongest among them achieve this. For example, is there any fundamental difference between ordinary people in modern times and ordinary people from hundreds or thousands of years ago, if we disregard martial arts? Not at all. If you sent children from thousands of years ago to school in modern times and exposed them to the same world, they would be no different from normal people today..."

"The biggest difference between modern and ancient times, between primitive and advanced civilizations, lies in the most advanced life forms."

Zhou Leng nodded slightly.

"In advanced civilizations, divine script is not an ordinary language or a foreign language, but a system for cultivating spiritual will. You will understand when you advance to godhood and are able to imprint divine script."

“I understand now that you’ve explained it using the ‘spiritual willpower cultivation system’.”

"The more profound the divine script, the stronger the mental will required to master it. If one's mental will is insufficient, one can only learn ordinary divine scripts and will never be able to advance further. Especially for some special divine script chapters, if one's mental will is insufficient, one will learn and forget, forget and learn again, and many people will never be able to learn them in their entire lives. It requires not only the total amount of mental will, but also the intensity of mental will..."

"Now I can answer you. The curriculum of the Divine Script Kindergarten, calculated in your Earth year, is equivalent to 50 years."

"Year 50?"

"Yes. Advanced civilizations have relatively long lifespans and possess great power and sufficient resources, allowing their offspring to receive a long period of education. However, advanced civilizations are neither orphanages nor retirement homes. If you are merely seeking to live and reproduce to continue your lineage, an advanced civilization can support you for life, ensuring you have enough to eat and wear. But if you want to elevate your status and extend your lifespan, you need to make tremendous efforts, endure unimaginable suffering, and bear endless pain..."

“You clearly have a higher potential for divine script, and you might even get a perfect score, but you took the exam early and only scored 65 points. That’s why I was angry when I saw you last time. Fortunately, there is still a retest, otherwise it would have delayed your future achievements in divine script.”

"Thank you for reminding me, teacher."

"Alright, let's continue the lesson."

Zhou Leng vaguely realized the key to his ability to learn the divine script.

The Gates of Purgatory.

It is through constantly enduring the trials of the Gates of Purgatory that one's mental and physical strength is able to meet the requirements for learning divine script.

No wonder some divine texts are still incomprehensible to this day, no matter how much we study them, we can only translate them into vague meanings; it turns out that our spiritual will is insufficient.

And so, Zhou Leng continued to study at the Divine Literature Academy.

At the beginning, the knowledge of divine script was extremely simple, with a difficulty level equivalent to Chinese Pinyin and basic addition and subtraction.

With his strong martial arts will, Zhou Leng completed it quickly.

He always gets high scores in every assessment.

However, the little elf teacher is also a pervert.

If you don't get a perfect score, you have to learn it again, be taught again, and be tested again.

There were a few knowledge points that Zhou Leng had never encountered before, so he was slow to understand them and often struggled with them repeatedly, which was very frustrating.

Fortunately, it was strong enough to pull through.

Ultimately, he achieved a perfect score on his first year's final exam at Shenwen Education.

Seeing the perfect score, Zhou Leng breathed a sigh of relief.

The little elf wore a mysterious smile and said, "You have completed your study of basic script. Now, we will begin the real study of divine script. The second year's course is not difficult; you only need to memorize the basic divine script and its meaning. Alright, let's begin the first lesson."

After the little elf finished speaking, he began to give a rapid lesson.

Zhou Leng had a foundation, so her teaching speed was significantly faster.

Zhou Leng had already gotten used to it.

I studied the divine texts, some familiar and some unfamiliar, with great care.

The first hour was easy.

For the second hour, I felt nothing.

In the third hour, there were a lot of new things, which put some pressure on me.

In the fourth hour, my brain started to turn into mush, with many divine texts swirling around in my head.

Before the fifth hour was over, Zhou Leng seemed to have been blinded, his eyes vacant, and he raised his hand and said, "Teacher, I can't go on."

"Isn't this possible?"

"My brain felt like it was frozen, and everything in front of me was white. It was about to snow."

"Didn't you think divine script was easy before?"

"We should look at things dialectically; the past is the past, and the present is the present."

"You're being stubborn. No, keep learning."

“But this course is clearly not something that can be completed in one day.”

"Do you really want to stay here for fifty years?"

Zhou Leng was speechless; all teachers were indeed the same.

And so, Zhou Leng continued to study, still confused and unsure of what was going on.

The dense, illusory images of divine runes swirled in my mind, stirring my brain to a boiling point.

Even the strongest martial will eventually became unbearable.

By the end, my eyes were bloodshot, and blood vessels in my brain began to rupture, exceeding both my psychological and physiological limits.

"teacher……"

"If you can't study to death, then study to death! Keep going!" The little elf was ruthless.

"I've never studied this hard in school..."

"How dare a mere elementary school compare itself to the hellish majors of higher civilization?"

"Why is it so difficult?"

"A single word is as bright as a star."

The chaotic divine runes in Zhou Leng's mind seemed to instantly transform into enormous suns.

Every sun radiates boundless power and light, and every ray of light contains immeasurable information.

In an instant, Zhou Leng was overwhelmed by the endless information. Blood spurted from his nose, his vision went black, and he fell backward, crashing heavily to the ground and losing consciousness.

"The Via Dolorosa is the only way to God..."

Before losing consciousness, Zhou Leng heard a faint, ethereal sentence from the little elf, and vaguely felt something touch before peacefully closing his eyes. The little elf glanced at the textbook, calculated the total amount of learning, and then touched its chin with its little hand.

"So young, a mere Grandmaster, yet he can last for five hours without even using the Starry Sky True Energy. He certainly has potential."

"However, compared to the divine children, they are still far behind."

"Don't blame me for being too harsh. On the path to godhood, all laws are illusory, only suffering is the true path."

The little elf looked at Zhou Leng, sighed softly, and recalled countless stories of celestial ancestors and ancient rulers.

Each of them endured countless hardships, and eventually even found joy in suffering, thus attaining a high position.

After a long while, Zhou Leng woke up, silently finished his meal, and was still pondering the "bitterness" in his mind.

"continue."

After the little elf finished speaking, she continued her lesson. Five hours later, the lesson ended with Zhou Leng falling into a coma again.

After ten consecutive days, Zhou Leng was in a daze; this was even more hellish than the Gates of Hell.

Has advanced civilization not yet figured out how to make education joyful?
Fifteen days later, Zhou Leng finally succumbed to the intense study of divine runes and fell into a coma for three days and three nights.

When I woke up, my whole body ached.

Using martial arts perception, it was discovered that the brain was damaged and the martial arts will was extinguished.

"No, teacher, can learning a divine script really cause injury?"

"Isn't this normal?"

"Even geniuses from advanced civilizations are like this?"

"if not?"

Are they all crazy?

"If you don't go crazy, how can you become a god? Do you even have god parents? If you can't even endure this little bit of hardship, you should just go back to Earth and be your little grandmaster." The little elf mocked without any politeness.

Zhou Leng fell silent. It was fortunate that Senior Tree couldn't speak; if he could, he would definitely be just as dead.

"Can I rest for a while? I feel that my body, mind and will have reached their limit."

"If this is the limit, it means you are not qualified to compete with the countless geniuses in the infinite sky. You are only fit to be king on this tiny blue planet."

"You... have very high expectations of me," Zhou Leng said helplessly.

Isn't it great to be the king of this tiny blue planet?

"continue."

"Yes." Zhou Leng gritted his teeth and continued studying.

Through continuous coma-based learning, he took the final exam seventeen times in a row and finally got a perfect score on the second year's final exam at Shenwen Education.

"In the third year of study, music will be added to help you relax."

Zhou Leng breathed a sigh of relief; advanced civilizations know how to maintain a balance.

As soon as the little elf finished speaking, a strange buzzing sound rang out, making people feel irritable.

"Chaoshenyin?"

"Any questions?"

"Is this what you call relaxing?"

"Any questions?"

"You're not human."

"I like this feedback, keep going."

Amidst the chaotic divine sound, powerful enough to destroy the will of an ordinary martial artist, Zhou Leng began to endure double the pain of learning and the chaotic divine sound, venturing into a path of despair.

This time, he only lasted ten days before vomiting blood and falling into a coma.

However, there is good news.

After studying for a month, he naturally advanced to the intermediate grandmaster level.

These days, even though he only practices martial arts for less than an hour each day, his progress is rapid.

Many misunderstandings, biases, and weaknesses in martial arts from the past can now be seen in retrospect, allowing for the identification of solutions.

In particular, upon comparison, my understanding of the "Star-Gazing Technique" shows that while the general direction of my past comprehension was correct, many details were wildly wrong.

No wonder the three sons of Guhe are so strong even though they all cultivate the "Star-Gazing Technique".

In addition, their martial arts will is also improving rapidly.

Zhou Leng knew that learning from advanced civilizations would come at a huge cost, and he had no choice but to grit his teeth and persevere.

Gradually, through the conversation, I came to understand this method and also learned a secret to becoming a god, or rather, a shortcut to becoming a god.

The Via Dolorosa.

Walking the path of Vipassana is the only way to Godhood, and the only shortcut.

Any path to godhood that bypasses the Via Dolorosa is a long and winding road and will ultimately fail.

The little elf even said that no god who ascended to godhood through guidance ultimately succeeded in becoming the Star Emperor.

Even the Emperor's own children are not allowed.

Every Star Emperor and higher-ranking deity ascends to godhood either through civilization or through the creation of the heavens.

Those deities who take shortcuts in ascending to godhood through civilization or creation will ultimately fail to ascend to the position of Star Emperor.

Great positions are not obtained through cleverness.

Zhou Leng had never truly come into contact with the world of advanced civilizations, but having been brutally beaten by the Gates of Purgatory, he vaguely sensed that the little elf and the Tree Elder seemed to be making him walk a path of suffering.

What can an ordinary person in a primitive civilization do?
Whatever you say goes.

And so, Zhou Leng continued to endure the torment of the little elf's divine runes.

(End of this chapter)