Chapter 62: "All Laws Converge into One"

When Sikong Xu regained his senses, he found himself once again in the small garden where Ye Fei’s stone statue stood. The headmaster who had been there before had already left. Sikong Xu had no idea how long he’d spent in the statue’s space, but he was in no hurry.

After surveying his surroundings, Sikong Xu sat down on a stone bench in a corner of the garden. He closed his eyes, immersing himself in the information he had received from Ye Fei.

“The Traveler.” That was Ye Fei’s innate talent—the ability to traverse freely between different worlds.

Although the skill now belonged to Sikong Xu, it was incomplete and could only be used with Ye Fei’s assistance. However, according to the knowledge Ye Fei had implanted in his mind, there might come a day, should Sikong Xu grow powerful enough, when he could wield this ability on his own.

Ye Fei’s finger to Sikong Xu’s forehead had not only bestowed this talent but imparted a wealth of other information. With this knowledge, all the lingering doubts in Sikong Xu’s heart were dispelled.

Take, for instance, the question of why he was granted a native identity in the fantasy world. Normally, when students ventured into such worlds for training, they held no official identity at all—like stowaways. Yet, curiously, in the world of “Attack on Titan,” Sikong Xu had been given a proper identity, complete with memories, as if he had always belonged there.

It was, in truth, Ye Fei’s doing. Ye Fei’s power in his prime was such that he could have taken on the entire world of Barkleir single-handedly. Had he not shown mercy, that world would have long since been destroyed. For one with such strength, helping Sikong Xu assume a legitimate identity in a fantasy world was a trivial matter—even if Ye Fei now existed only as a soul.

But that was not the most important thing. Among the memories Ye Fei passed on, a particular piece of information stood above all the rest in significance.

This information was of such value that even the Traveler’s talent paled in comparison. The reason was simple: it contained a method for cultivation—a set of internal arts.

“The Unity of Myriad Arts.” This was the name of the cultivation method Ye Fei had created and passed on to Sikong Xu.

To speak of this art, one must first recall Ye Fei’s youth. With the aid of the Traveler’s talent, he had gained access to many forms of power from different worlds: chakra from “Naruto,” haki from “One Piece,” inner force from martial arts novels, and even magical energy from xianxia realms.

When all these disparate energies converged within him, their conflicting systems caused turmoil and suffering. Yet Ye Fei, a genius by nature, drew upon his vast experience across countless worlds to devise a method capable of fusing all kinds of energies. He named this method “The Unity of Myriad Arts.”

At this thought, Sikong Xu broke into a cold sweat. With his own ability for dimensional summoning, he too would inevitably acquire various types of energy in the future. If he failed to manage them, he might not even survive. Fortunately, he had encountered Ye Fei ahead of time—otherwise, he doubted he could create such a universal cultivation art on his own.

“The Unity of Myriad Arts…” Sikong Xu murmured, growing ever more awed by the profundity of the method as he contemplated it.

Once trained in this art, an energy called “Source Power,” as Ye Fei termed it, would arise within him. This Source Power could be freely transformed into any type of energy system—chakra, haki, inner force, mana, magical energy, and more—at a single thought. Likewise, any energy acquired from another system could be converted into Source Power with the help of this method, eliminating all risk of internal conflict.

“Heh, I really have received something extraordinary,” Sikong Xu chuckled. Having straightened out his thoughts, he promptly left the garden. He was eager to return to his dormitory and experience the wonders of “The Unity of Myriad Arts” for himself.

After leaving the garden, Sikong Xu made his way to the administration building. The headmaster’s office was still open, so he decided to report in first.

“Oh, Sikong Xu! When you were sucked into the statue by that white light, I was worried for quite a while—you were gone for a full hour. But I’m glad you’re all right.” The headmaster, busy grading papers at his desk, seemed to sense Sikong Xu’s arrival and spoke without looking up.

“How could anything have happened to me? Thank you for your concern, Headmaster.”

“Haha, it’s a teacher’s duty to worry about his students. By the way… did you meet that esteemed one…?” The headmaster’s voice trembled as he spoke, revealing his profound reverence for the person in question.

“That esteemed one?” Sikong Xu was puzzled for a moment, but then realized—the headmaster was referring to Ye Fei.

“I did meet him, though he wasn’t quite what I expected.” Sikong Xu replied.

In everyone’s mind, that “hero” ought to be a great and imposing figure. In reality, Sikong Xu found Ye Fei to be informal, almost nonchalant.

“Haha, just as I thought! As long as he is alive, the Barkleir world won’t dare lay a hand on us!” The headmaster’s words revealed both his confidence in and admiration for Ye Fei.

“If there’s nothing else, Headmaster, I’ll take my leave,” Sikong Xu said, barely concealing his impatience. After all, he was eager to try out the wonders of “The Unity of Myriad Arts.”

“Very well, go and rest,” the headmaster replied, glancing up at Sikong Xu before returning to his work.

Sikong Xu jogged back to his dormitory without stopping by Class E’s classroom—there was no point, as Jiang Hong wouldn’t be there anyway.

As for his studies, Sikong Xu knew he would have to put in effort. The lessons at Dawn Academy were nothing like the usual high school curriculum; those subjects were mere trifles for students here. Once they reached a certain level of power, their memory and comprehension abilities soared. Any student from Dawn Academy could, within a month, score over 700 points on a standard high school exam.

So the normal curriculum was a burden. What students at Dawn Academy truly learned was any knowledge or experience related to growing stronger.

The sun was still up, but Sikong Xu threw himself onto his soft bed, crossed his legs, and began to cultivate “The Unity of Myriad Arts” as described in his newly acquired knowledge.

He trained through the night, right up to the dawn of the next day.