Ancestor Fusang did not stop. “Sun, because you are a monkey. Founder Puti named the Monkey King Wukong, which means 'enlightened to the void,' so I gave you the name Wutian, which means 'enlightened to heaven.'”

The monkey—no, Sun Wutian—scratched his head, not understanding the cause and effect of the name, but he didn’t care. The name sounded awesome, and that was more than enough for him. “Sun Wutian, Sun Wutian. Haha, from today, I will be Sun Wutian!”

Ancestor Fusang allowed his disciple to wallow in his happiness but soon frowned because Sun Wutian did not stop mumbling. For a demon at the grandmaster level, it was child’s play to talk nonstop from sunrise to sunset. So, he flicked his disciple’s forehead again.

“Ow!” Sun Wutian rubbed his reddening forehead. “Master, can you not always flick me here? I feel like I’m becoming dumber with each flick.”

“It’s no problem. Your intelligence can never decrease,” said Ancestor Fusang.

Sun Wutian’s eyes lit up as a warm feeling filled his chest. “Does Master mean that I’m so smart that I can’t become dumb no matter what?”

Ancestor Fusang opened his mouth, but no words came out. Finally, he let out, “You can see it that way. There’s a reason why the phrase “too dumb to fool” exists.”

“What was that, Master?” Sun Wutian heard the first sentence, but Ancestor Fusang had muttered the second. Even with his enhanced hearing as a grandmaster-level demon, he didn’t quite catch what Ancestor Fusang said.

“It’s nothing.” Ancestor Fusang shook his head. He coughed into his fist before clasping his hands behind his back again. “Since you have become my disciple, the cultivation method I taught you earlier is no longer suitable for you.”

“Really? Which one are you going to give me? Is it one of the top hundred cultivation methods? Nine Yang Revolution Art, or maybe Nine Yin Revolution Art? Or maybe it’s one of the heavenly classics?” Sun Wutian asked, his body trembling in excitement.

He flinched when he saw Ancestor Fusang’s finger moving toward him. Instead of another painful flick, he felt a gentle touch on his glabella. Immediately, a large amount of information rushed into his brain—so great was the volume that he lost all sense of self and time. “Remember, don’t reveal you are my disciple without permission. Otherwise, you will have to bear the consequences.”

When Sun Wutian regained clarity of mind, he noticed that the sun had already risen. In a few hours, it would reach its peak. Not only that, but Ancestor Fusang and his house had vanished.

Once again, Sun Wutian rubbed his forehead. Not out of pain, but out of excitement.

Dream Divinity Script—that was the supreme cultivation method bestowed upon him by Ancestor Fusang. He had never heard of it before, but that did not dampen his zeal.

Sun Wutian reviewed the contents of the Dream Divinity Script. The more he understood, the more amazed he felt. According to the script, as long as he used it to cultivate to become a demon lord, he would be untouched by karma, remaining free and unfettered. Even if he committed a grave sin, he would not be stained by Karma Sin. Conversely, no matter how much good he promoted, no Karmic Merit would descend upon him.

The cultivator would eventually create a dream world in his mind and body. Thanks to the dream world, the cultivator would have far more qi than any other cultivator in the same realm. It was not impossible for a demon lord to possess more qi than a demon sovereign. At the ultimate level, the dream world would evolve into a dream universe. However, that was only theoretical.

Those weren’t the only unique features of the Dream Divinity Script. The method required the user to sleep and dream in order to progress in cultivation. Dreaming was to create and stabilize the dream world. Depending on the user, sleeping would allow them to cultivate even faster than if they stayed awake and focused wholeheartedly on absorbing spiritual qi.

Sun Wutian wanted nothing more than to fall asleep on the spot and practice the Dream Divinity Script, but he had some questions for Ancestor Fusang. He wanted to know if it was really possible to accomplish what was detailed in the script. Although he only knew bits and pieces about the top cultivation methods, he had never seen another method with the same claims.

Perhaps the heavenly classics could accomplish this, but the top ten cultivation methods were shrouded in mystery. Many only knew of their names. In fact, the names of the heavenly classics were only spoken in low voices among the most powerful forces in the world. It was only after the advent of the Xiyinet that the names of the heavenly classics became common knowledge.

When Sun Wutian arrived, he saw his fellow students all waiting eagerly. One of them quickly noticed him. “Monkey, where have you been the past week? I couldn’t find you and thought you already left.”

“Don’t call me monkey. I have a name now. It’s Sun Wutian!” he said, puffing his chest up. Then he furrowed his brows. “A week? Wasn’t I just gone for a night?”

Now it was the student’s turn to be confused. “Brother, you’ve really been gone for a week. If you don’t believe me, you can ask anyone else. Don’t tell me you fell asleep for seven days straight?”

“Sleep?” Sun Wutian recalled how he lost sense of time while receiving the Dream Divinity Script. Then he nodded. “Maybe I really fell asleep for a week.”

Before the student could voice his confusion, he felt a familiar presence. When he turned, he saw Ancestor Fusang, who had mysteriously appeared without anyone noticing. Although he wanted to get to the bottom of what happened to Sun Wutian, how could his curiosity overcome the importance of the immortal path?

Sun Wutian also hurried to his seat. Although he received a few side-eyes, he ignored them. Once he sat down, Ancestor Fusang started his sermon. Most students immediately immersed themselves in the immortal’s teaching, but some became confused.

If they calculated correctly, it was a second later than when Ancestor Fusang usually started teaching. One second might not seem like much, but since they knew Ancestor Fusang, he had always started exactly on time without fail. However, this time, it felt like he had deliberately waited for Sun Wutian to sit down before starting. It was not that students had not come late before, but Ancestor Fusang had always gone at his own pace. What did a late student have to do with him?

Just like before, Sun Wutian found himself growing restless as Ancestor Fusang continued speaking. He prepared to focus on cultivating from the early grandmaster level to the peak grandmaster level, but he stopped. Instead of using the first method he learned, he should switch to the Dream Divinity Script

he had just learned.

Sun Wutian hesitated. The original reason he left the mountain was to seek answers from his master. Second, it would mean that all his previous efforts would be wasted, and he would have to start over from the pupil level.

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The time he spent on cultivation was only a fraction of the others. Even those Foundation Establishment students who had cultivated for thirty years had stayed on this path ten times longer than him, but it was still not something Sun Wutian could easily give up. Who would voluntarily give up their own power?

For a moment, Ancestor Fusang’s words entered one ear and exited the other. Two voices, both belonging to Wutian, raged in his mind. On one hand, the Dream Divinity Script was untested. The safe play would be to wait for a chance to ask Ancestor Fusang about his doubts. In addition, Ancestor Fusang was someone he had only known for a short time. Even as a disciple, he needed time to trust him. What if the immortal was just using him for some nefarious purpose?

On the other hand, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he didn’t dare to take even this little risk, how could he accomplish his dreams? More than that, he was now at the acupoint opening master level. If he detected anything wrong with the Dream Divinity Script, he could always forcibly stop it as long as he did not enter the Nascent Soul Realm.

Finally, Sun Wutian gritted his teeth and abolished his cultivation base. He lost his grandmaster-level power and returned to the master level. The sudden reduction caused many students to look at him, but he didn’t care.

Sun Wutian closed his eyes and started practicing the Dream Divinity Script. Although he still heard Ancestor Fusang’s profound sermon, his brain didn’t process it. Instead, under the circulation of the Dream Divinity Script, those profound mysteries slowly accumulated inside his body.

Not long later, Sun Wutian found himself becoming drowsy. He fought hard against it. Even when he had cultivated to the grandmaster level, he hadn’t felt this sleepy. But no matter how hard he resisted, he eventually succumbed. His bobbing head stopped moving as it hung limply, his body still seated upright.

Soon, soft snores escaped his lips.

Many students almost couldn’t help but jump out and condemn Sun Wutian, but upon seeing that Ancestor Fusang did not object, they held their tongues. Although trouble was averted, many students kept Sun Wutian’s actions in their hearts. Each one fought hard for this chance, so why was it someone who didn’t cherish their fortune like Sun Wutian who was able to sit with them?

When Sun Wutian found himself awake again, he discovered that he had become a monkey. Not a demon, but an ordinary beast. He tried to practice the Dream Divinity Script he learned, but he could not use it no matter how many times he attempted. It was only when he tried the first cultivation method he learned that he noticed something strange.

A year later, Sun Wutian had given up. Through his careful observation, he discovered that the spiritual qi was especially thin.

He wanted to say nonexistent, but Sun Wutian did not want to imagine such a despairing world. In the past year, he lived like an ordinary monkey. When he was hungry, he caught animals and plucked fruits to eat. When he was sleepy, he slept on trees. It can be said that he lived an idyllic life were it not for the worry constantly following him.

Sun Wutian knew that most monkeys lived for only a maximum of fifty years. And that was if they weren’t killed. Even compared to humans, that was especially short-lived. As an innate demon born from heaven and earth, Sun Wutian did not want to die so young.

So, he set off on a journey.

Along the way, he met many humans. Most ran away after seeing him, screaming monster. Eventually, a coalition of humans formed to chase and hunt him down.

Sun Wutian ran away. He could handle one or two humans at once, but any more than that, he would have to flee. Although he was previously a demon, he had never learned any spells or techniques and solely relied on his innate power. Now, in the body of an ordinary beast, he could not contend against numbers.

During the chase, he fell down a ravine. Although he was seriously injured, he survived. Sun Wutian discovered that the ravine was especially steep and he couldn’t climb out no matter what. Unwilling but helpless, he could only live out his days like an ordinary monkey.

He thought he would die of old age in the ravine, but ten years later, a man fell into the ravine. Except for some small animals or birds, this was the first time Sun Wutian saw another creature.

Although he didn’t have any good or bad feelings towards humans, he decided to help the man. After all, if the man survived, he would have a companion to stave off the loneliness. Only, Sun Wutian never expected to be captured by the man. The man was bloodied from head to toe, and one of his arms was mangled beyond repair, with a bone sticking out, but he could still incapacitate Sun Wutian and drag him into a cave.

Once inside, Sun Wutian wanted to struggle, but he was powerless. Although he could only live a short life, that didn’t mean he wanted to die early. He could only watch the man, fear overflowing out of his eyes.

The man ignored Sun Wutian. He didn’t even take in the fear in Sun Wutian’s eyes. The man forced the monkey onto the floor face first. Then came the pain. Although he couldn’t see what the man was doing, Sun Wutian could feel that the man was writing something on his back. His senses couldn’t capture what he wrote, and he could only grit his teeth and withstand the pain.

Once he finished, the man collapsed, seemingly using up all his remaining energy. He staggered until he sat with his back against the cave and died.

It took Sun Wutian several hours before he could move again. The first thing he did was to touch his back. The wound had already scabbed over. Gritting his teeth, he tore off the scabs, causing his back to bleed. He wiped the blood away and immediately lay his back on a clean and flat surface before immediately getting off.

Once he got off, Wutian stared at the words imprinted in blood. He wanted to know what the man wrote. If he knew, perhaps he could find a way to gain that power. Luckily for him, he recognized the writing style and learned of the unnamed mysterious method.

The method was for humans and he was a monkey, but after ten years of practice and unremitting effort, Sun Wutian gained what the man called internal qi. Using his newfound martial arts, he left the ravine after twenty long years.

Sun Wutian walked the world.

Soon, rumors of an upright monkey that could perform martial arts spread. Not only did the monkey know the Nine Dream Manual, but he could speak human language too! The rumor evolved, and the monkey became a first-class martial artist, challenging the world’s martial artists. Whenever the monkey won, he would learn the loser’s martial arts skill.

Many people coveted the monkey not only for the world’s most powerful internal qi method, but for all the martial arts he learned. It soon became a legend that he who could subdue or kill the monkey would gain all his skills, becoming the world’s strongest martial artist.

Calling him monkey or monster was no longer suitable, so the martial world gave him a new title. Primate Wisdom.

Sun Wutian faced many challengers, and even many sieges, but he overcame them all until no one dared to challenge him anymore. However, he continued to challenge until the day he realized that none of the martial arts could help him cultivate.

He changed his focus from learning martial arts to creating his own that could help him cultivate. When the fur on his body became gray, Sun Wutian realized that he would not live much longer. He had already lived to seventy years of age thanks to his immense internal qi, but all that qi could not change his lifespan.

Upon realizing death was upon him, he wanted to pass down his teachings so that he would be remembered. He thought about having heirs, but he did not want to marry a human, and he could not accept copulating with mindless beasts either. Since that was the case, he could only accept students.

Sun Wutian announced to the world that he was accepting students. The world boiled. Although he was only a monkey, he was recognized as the world’s most powerful martial artist. Legend says that he was the founder of martial arts in his previous life.

Perhaps because of the first internal qi method he learned, Sun Wutian accepted nine students and taught them until he died at eighty-one years of age. During this time, he experienced the darkest emotions of mortals, such as betrayal by his very students, but he also experienced their warmth and light.

As he, Sun Wutian, lay on his bed, taking his last breath, he recalled his life. Compared to the eighty-one years spent as an ordinary monkey, his life as a demon seemed like nothing more than a dream. He glanced at his seven remaining disciples, all crouching and bawling their eyes out. He knew that of the seven, only four were truly sad at his departure.

Sun Wutian looked away. He didn’t feel much emotion toward them. Even if he did, he was powerless to stop it. No matter what, they had inherited his teachings, and he would live on in their martial arts.

And thus, he closed his eyes for the final time.

At least, Sun Wutian thought so. When he opened them again, he discovered that he was sitting on a prayer mat listening to Ancestor Fusang’s sermon. The fragility from age had disappeared, and he experienced endless strength in his body. Not only that, his cultivation base had risen from nothing to the Foundation Establishment Realm!