Eternal Comprehension: The Supreme Acendant

Lu Feng continued his journey through the vast and unfamiliar world of Murim. The air was rich with the essence of qi, a force that permeated every living being, every rock, every gust of wind. The landscape stretched for miles, with towering mountains in the distance and ancient forests lining the horizon.

His calm expression never wavered, despite the infinite complexities around him. He could feel the currents of energy flowing through the land, each twist and turn of qi revealing secrets hidden within the fabric of this world.

"This is the path of cultivation..." he thought, his mind already processing the countless possibilities that lay ahead.

In his mind, cultivation was no longer a matter of just gathering energy. It was about understanding the very structure of existence—the deep connection between the body, the spirit, and the world itself.

He had read about martial artists who ascended to immortality, their powers growing to unfathomable heights. But for him, the concept of cultivation was a mere tool to understand the true nature of the universe.

His knowledge had already grown far beyond what most could ever hope to achieve, but it was this world's laws of cultivation that fascinated him. The path to immortality was something he would explore—not for the mere power, but for the ultimate understanding.

Arrival at the Sect

As he walked, a towering structure began to emerge in the distance—an enormous palace-like building with golden gates and walls covered in intricate symbols. A sect of powerful cultivators, no doubt.

"This is the place," Lu Feng thought, his calm voice barely a whisper to the wind.

He had no desire to seek out power or fame, but the sect would offer him an opportunity to observe and learn. They could provide the guidance needed to truly understand the world.

The gates of the sect slowly opened as he approached, as if they recognized him. Inside, dozens of cultivators practiced their techniques, their movements graceful yet flawed. The air buzzed with qi, each cultivator focused on refining their power.

Lu Feng simply walked past them, his presence unnoticed by most. However, some of the higher-ranked cultivators couldn't help but turn their heads. They sensed the strange aura surrounding him—a force they couldn't understand.

An old man with a long beard and flowing robes stepped forward. His face was lined with years of experience, but his eyes gleamed with curiosity.

"You, stranger," he said in a deep voice. "You have entered the Azure Mountain Sect. Do you seek to join us?"

Lu Feng met the old man's gaze, his golden eyes reflecting infinite calm.

"I seek only knowledge," he replied.

The old man's expression remained unreadable for a moment. "You come at a time of great significance. The Azure Mountain Sect is at the forefront of the battle for immortality. But beware—the path is treacherous. Many before you have sought to master cultivation, but few have succeeded."

Lu Feng nodded, unfazed. He had already seen the flaws in the sect's teachings. The idea of a treacherous path was nothing more than an illusion—a limitation of the human mind. For him, the path to immortality was not a test of strength or willpower. It was about understanding and adapting.

"I understand," he said calmly. "I do not seek to prove myself. I seek only to comprehend."

The old man regarded him for a moment before gesturing for him to follow. "Then follow me. We shall see if your comprehension is as great as you claim."

The Testing Grounds

Lu Feng was led to a vast open area where disciples of the sect practiced martial arts. In the center, an ancient stone altar stood, surrounded by inscriptions glowing with a faint light.

"This," the old man said, "is the Trial of the Core. Every disciple must pass this trial to prove their worth as cultivators."

The trial was a series of challenges, each designed to test a cultivator's strength, endurance, and mastery over qi. To most, it was a grueling process that required years of hard training. But for Lu Feng, it was nothing more than a means to observe.

As he stepped onto the altar, he felt the flow of energy around him—turbulent and chaotic, yet it followed certain patterns. It was almost as if the trial itself had a will, a force trying to test him.

Lu Feng smiled inwardly.

He stood still, breathing deeply. With every breath, his understanding deepened. The trial, the energy, the world itself—it all converged in a single moment.

And then—he moved.

His body adapted seamlessly to the flow of energy. Every motion he made was perfect, as if he were an extension of the universe itself. His actions seemed effortless, as though time itself bent to his will.

The Mastery of Qi

The moment he completed the trial, the energy around him shifted. The inscription on the stone altar glowed brighter, and a soft hum filled the air. The old man, who had been watching from the sidelines, stepped forward, his expression unreadable.

"You… have passed the trial," he said slowly. "No one has ever completed it so effortlessly. Tell me—how did you do it?"

Lu Feng's gaze remained calm, his mind already processing the infinite layers of information around him.

"It is not about force," he replied, his voice steady. "It is about understanding the flow—the balance of energy. To master cultivation, one must first master the self, and then, the universe itself."

The old man's eyes widened in realization. He had lived for decades, but even he had never comprehended the trial the way Lu Feng had.

"You are… not from this world, are you?"

Lu Feng gave a small smile, his golden eyes reflecting infinite wisdom.

"Perhaps," he said softly. "But I am not bound by the limitations of this world.