Star Wars: Escape from the Jedi Temple Begins

"Sir, the meditation room renovation is complete."

The technician wiped the sweat from his forehead and reported on the progress of the project.

"It's finished so quickly?!"

On the bridge, Lance looked at the holographic projection with slight surprise.

"With these robots helping, many simple tasks can be handled by them."

"You've worked hard, take a good rest."

The call has ended.

A few minutes later, Lance and Asoka arrived at the meditation room located in the belly of the spaceship, nodding repeatedly.

The meditation room is ingeniously designed; it's clear the technicians put a lot of thought into it.

"Is this the meditation room you requested?" Asoka looked around.

"Yes, I want to conduct a test. If successful, it might open up a new way of cultivation."

"That's certainly novel... I've never heard of a Jedi electrocuting themselves before," Ahsoka joked.

"Practice makes perfect," Lance explained. "Although this method is a bit extreme and the prerequisites are a bit harsh, from another perspective, Force trials require absolute calm, while lightning tempering will cause physical pain. If I can remain calm amidst the pain, it will greatly enhance my temperament and willpower, making me more composed when confronting the dark side."

"That makes some sense... but not much. You need to be careful to strike a balance."

There is a group of ascetics within the Jedi Order.

They voluntarily abandoned all material wealth, personal desires, and worldly constraints.

He wore coarse linen robes year-round, lived only in caves and stone houses, or camped in the wilderness, meditating and deliberately staying away from power, fame, and emotional entanglements.

The hermit sects among them went even further than this.

This group believes that a comfortable life breeds greed and lays the foundation for the dark side.

The essence of the world is suffering. Only by actively enduring physical hardship can one transcend attachments and get closer to the primal force.

Ahsoka worried that he might go to extremes like those hermits, so he couldn't help but remind him.

"Don't worry, I know. Besides, I still have you."

"You're so glib." A blush appeared on Ahsoka's cheeks, and she shyly turned her head away: "Go on, I'll keep an eye on things for you."

Lance walked to the center of the meditation room, sat cross-legged, lowered his eyelids, and focused his mind.

After a while.

A golden arc of electricity burst forth from his palm, then spread upwards along his arms, enveloping his entire body in the blink of an eye.

He frowned, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his body and maintain his inner peace.

Lance felt that a large number of cells in his body had been damaged, but they were quickly restored under the healing power of the Force, breaking through and rebuilding.

The newly formed cells are full of vitality, absorbing the primal force of the universe.

So again and again.

The cells become more resilient until they can fully withstand the damage from a single bolt of lightning.

Seeing this, Lance gradually increased the number of lightning bolts.

Two paths.

Three paths.

Five paths.

......

Ahsoka stood at the very edge of the meditation room, looking at Lance, who was enveloped in golden lightning, with a worried expression.

While not fatal, the Force Trial can still cause physical damage.

"Lance, you have to succeed!"

Time slipped away quietly amidst her worries, and an hour passed.

The golden lightning slowly disappeared.

Lance sat with his eyes closed, when suddenly he felt an uncontrollable itch deep within his body, like a snake shedding its skin.

I couldn't help but open my eyes, only to realize that it wasn't my imagination.

Patches of skin peeled off, revealing new skin.

Ahsoka stepped forward and curiously poked it with his finger.

Smooth, tough, and elastic.

"Your skin feels so nice to the touch, so smooth and tender. It seems like you've succeeded." Her tone revealed a hint of joy and envy.

A love of beauty is innate in all girls; no one can resist it.

"Does the Force Trial have this effect?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Of course not, it requires the Force to heal."

Lance clenched his fist; even without testing, he could clearly feel that his strength had increased significantly.

"If I continue training, will I be able to withstand explosive energy beams with my bare body, or even... a lightsaber?"

Some creatures in the Milky Way are immune to blaster and lightsaber attacks thanks to their powerful physical bodies, such as the Sloth found on the planet Malastar.

Its entire body is covered with multiple layers of mineralized keratinous giant scales. Its epidermis can regenerate itself, and its biological tissue has its own energy diffusion structure. It is immune to explosive energy beams, and even lightsabers cannot pierce or burn it. When it is slashed, it will only bounce off.

If it weren't for the fact that the Sloth's weakness was the gaps in its scales, it would be the most perfect creature.

"It has obvious weaknesses, but I don't. Perhaps one day, I can become the ultimate human, surpassing the Sloth."

Given that the Sloth behemoth possesses the Force and human intelligence, how would its enemies cope?

Lance suppressed his wild imagination and began to familiarize himself with the sudden surge of power.

He spent most of the following time in the meditation room, taking time in his spare time to teach Omega, holding Ahsoka's little hand, and carrying Gugu for walks on the Survivor.

During this time, the technicians renovated everyone's rooms and added an extra training room.

Lance sometimes practices fighting and shooting skills with the hunters and the Clearance King.

The Jedi's identity has become extremely sensitive, and the lightsaber, as a symbol of identity, cannot be used lightly.

He could only resort to using an uncivilized explosive gun to conceal his identity.

The Extraordinary Squad are already excellent soldiers, so their marksmanship is naturally superb.

Lance is exceptionally talented, learns at an extremely fast pace, and his shooting skills improve rapidly.

In terms of combat, with his current pure strength, he can easily lift a thousand pounds, almost reaching the level of the Clearing King.

It's important to know that the Clearing King has undergone special genetic modification, and its bone density is several times that of an ordinary person.

They had previously clashed at the Pantora repair shop, where Clear King was only slightly inferior in endurance, but now he was even at a disadvantage in strength.

"I'm not fighting anymore... I'm not fighting anymore. You really didn't secretly use the Force?"

Panting heavily, Qingzhang Wang collapsed to the ground, waving his hands in surrender.

......

Time goes by.

The Survivor suddenly appeared in a pitch-black void.

This place is almost at the edge of the star map, but not the edge of the universe.

No one knows what lies beyond the distant stars.

It's another galaxy, or maybe it's nothing at all, just endless cosmic dust.

Many explorers have ventured there, but without safe hyperspace routes, progress has been extremely slow.

Lance stood on the bridge, gazing at the void before him, a sense of melancholy washing over him.

He snapped out of his reverie and looked at everyone: "Let's proceed according to our agreed plan. The Hunter, the Clearancer, the Technician, and I will head to Laxus. The rest of you will stay behind to guard the ship. Our objective is to rescue Senator Avi Singh, but your lives are more important. If things don't go as planned, we'll abandon the mission. We'll likely cut off communications temporarily upon arrival at Laxus. Twenty-four hours later, regardless of whether the mission succeeds or fails, we will leave Laxus."

The group's expressions shifted slightly, genuinely sensing Lance's concern.

The Kamino people view their clones as consumable commodities, and many ordinary people are hostile towards them.

Except for a few Jedi, most Jedi treat them as living beings.

Especially the officer in front of me.

"Yes, sir!" The hunters stood at attention and saluted.

"Friends, there's no need to be so serious."