After Gu Yuan and the other two left the office, Wang Hu asked Gu Yuan for the card. Gu Yuan had already looked at it; it read: Great Ming Calendar Year 987, Sixth Training Camp.
Then, Wang Hu led Gu Yuan to the depths of the first floor and took an elevator. The verification method for the elevator was similar to before, but this time, Gu Yuan needed to hold the card for the instrument to scan.
The elevator doors opened, and the two entered. With a mechanical sound, the elevator slowly descended. There were no specific floors in this elevator. Wang Hu swiped Gu Yuan's card on the elevator panel, and it automatically began to descend.
Gu Yuan's thoughts raced. Was the specific floor determined by the card? What about the other floors? With such tight security, Gu Yuan's curiosity about this organization was piqued for the first time.
Ding!
The elevator doors slowly opened, revealing a space even vaster than the one above. The first thing that met their eyes was a massive training ground where many men and women were constantly training, their sweat pouring. The training ground had most of the common training facilities, as well as some things Gu Yuan didn't recognize. Instructors in military green uniforms constantly scanned the training ground with sharp eyes, preventing anyone from slacking off.
On either side of the training ground stood two buildings reaching the ceiling. The right side was labeled "Training Base," and the other side was labeled "Dormitory."
Wang Hu continued forward, with Gu Yuan following closely. Along the way, many people who were training noticed the two of them and cast peculiar glances at Gu Yuan. Gu Yuan felt these gazes and frowned slightly, confused about what was happening.
Wang Hu arrived at the entrance of the training base, pushed the door open, and walked in. Gu Yuan followed close behind.
They approached a counter that resembled a bank teller's station. Wang Hu handed Gu Yuan's card to the staff member inside and said, "Process the enrollment."
He then turned to Gu Yuan and asked, "Is there anything you need to take care of? Next, there will be about half a month of closed training, during which you cannot have any contact with the outside world. I can give you one day to sort things out, but you must be here after that day."
Gu Yuan, who had been looking around, heard Wang Hu's voice and turned to him, shaking his head and chuckling. What was there for an orphan like him, whose parents were long gone, to take care of? To put it bluntly, even if Gu Yuan died, there might not be anyone to collect his body.
Wang Hu nodded and asked no further questions. Instead, he turned and waited for the paperwork to be completed.
A few minutes later, Gu Yuan's enrollment was processed successfully. Wang Hu took the student card handed over by the staff member, gave it to Gu Yuan, and said sternly, "Do not lose this student card; it will be very useful later. Keep it safe."
Gu Yuan nodded and put it away. Wang Hu then took Gu Yuan to collect his training uniform. After receiving it, Wang Hu led him to a heavily guarded room. He asked Gu Yuan to present his student card to the guard. After verification, the guard allowed them to enter.
Upon entering the room, they were greeted by a painting. Gu Yuan looked at it with some confusion.
The painting was of extremely high artistic quality. It depicted a large sun suspended in the sky. Just one glance made Gu Yuan's eyes sting, as if he were directly looking at the sun in the sky.
Gu Yuan turned to Wang Hu, his eyes filled with bewilderment. Wang Hu explained, "This was painted by a martial artist who reached the 'Transcendent Divine' realm in ancient times. Their spiritual will has remained unchanged for thousands of years. However, no direct inheritance was left behind. Everyone comprehends something different – some gain fist techniques, some gain posture training, some gain leg techniques. Over the years, new disciples in the pavilion have come to comprehend it, but almost none have comprehended the same thing."
"Furthermore, if you submit the comprehension techniques to the Martial Pavilion, you will be rewarded based on their value. You have half an hour to comprehend it now. Concentrate quickly and see what you can learn."
"Oh, okay." Gu Yuan heard this and immediately stared at the painting. His soul, cultivated through the Chaotic Demon Ape Visualization technique, easily cleared his mind. Gradually, only the depiction of the great sun in the sky remained in his sight.
In a daze, Gu Yuan's soul felt as if it were being drawn into the painting. In the outside world, Gu Yuan's open eyes slowly closed, and his entire being exuded a serene and peaceful aura.
Gu Yuan only felt that the vision before him was occupied by a great sun. But upon closer inspection, he realized it wasn't the sun at all. It was clearly the condensation of a person's pure blood and qi, transforming into a great sun. This sun, condensed from blood and qi, shone as brightly as the actual sun in the sky, radiating unimaginable heat.
Suddenly, Gu Yuan seemed to notice cracks appearing in the sun before him, with streaks of golden light continuously seeping out. Finally, with a resounding boom, a world-shattering explosion erupted.
Gu Yuan's vision was filled with blinding white light, a vast expanse of white.
Snapping back to reality, his vision slowly returned. He saw a large face appearing before him. Startled, he instinctively threw a punch, only to be blocked by a speechless Wang Hu.
"Oh, it's Brother Wang... Hahaha." Gu Yuan gave an awkward laugh.
Wang Hu shook off Gu Yuan's fist and asked irritably, "I really don't know how you developed such a habit. Did you gain anything?" He was curious, having never seen someone close their eyes mid-comprehension before. How could they comprehend if they couldn't even see the painting?
Gu Yuan closed his eyes and felt for a moment. He saw a great sun suspended behind his soul, continuously emitting white light. The white light penetrated his soul without causing any discomfort; in fact, it felt quite pleasant, like winter sunshine, warm and comforting.
Moreover, Gu Yuan could clearly feel subtle impurities being purified by this white light.
He frowned slightly. Was this another opportunity left by Martial Ancestor? He didn't care; it was a good thing anyway.
He opened his eyes and looked at Wang Hu with a hint of helplessness, saying dejectedly, "I only felt some experience related to martial arts cultivation, nothing else."