The Martial Unity

Chapter 2277  Dying to the Sage Realm

”Well, when do you want to leave?” Master Ceeran raised an eyebrow. ”In three days,” Rui calmly replied. ”You havenʼt prepared…” Master Ceeran stared at him with a strange expression. ”Donʼt you, you know, need to prepare and gain authorizatio—”

He paused as he remembered who he was talking to.

Perhaps an ordinary Master couldnʼt arbitrarily take over a diplomatic mission and do as they pleased, but Rui was different. He had enough clout within the Martial Union to get away with that.

”Alright.” Master Ceeran heaved a sigh. ”I didnʼt expect you to be so decisive in your decision to come.”

Rui shrugged. ”Itʼs a whim.”

”Youʼve never struck me as the whimsical type.”

Rui couldnʼt deny that. ”Iʼve been trying to pay attention to my… emotions. I normally would have charted what I would consider the most optimal time spent for the Kandrian Empireʼs probability of victory. However…”

Master Ceeran understood his motivations. ”Youʼre trying to speed up the discovery of your Martial Soul, arenʼt you?”

Rui nodded, heaving a sigh.

He would be lying if he said that he wasnʼt desperate.

”I donʼt think such methods will be of help,” Master Ceeran remarked with a wistful tone. ”Your rationality is a part of you. Trying to put it away is not getting closer to your inner self.”

Rui stirred at his words, falling into thought. ”Maybe not. I donʼt know; I feel like going the regular route is going to take too long. My journey to the Sage Realm is arduous and long as it is. Iʼm not content spending decades or centuries in the Master Realm until I finally break through to the Sage Realm.”

As a Martial Artist who had progressed through his Martial Path at an absurdly high rate, he was far too impatient to wait out the long periods of time that were merely average for breaking through to the Sage Realm.

He refused to spend more time in the Master Realm than his entire career as a Martial Artist put together. His refusal was to the extent that he was willing to try all kinds of solutions that could potentially accelerate his progress.

He especially did not want to burn away his entire youthful vitality in his climb to the Sage Realm. ”Youʼre impatient,” Master Ceeran noted. ”Patience is a fundamental necessity for all those who yearn to travel their Martial Paths. It takes a long time to make progress. Do you see other Masters fretting in a hurried manner about their progress to a Higher Realm? No, because we have lived a long time, and we know that progress will take even longer. In your case…”

His eyes fixed themselves on Rui. ”You havenʼt lived very long and certainly havenʼt been a Martial Artist for very long. This may very well be the first true wall youʼve ever hit in your entire life. And to think it would be the Sage Realm. If I didnʼt  know otherwise, I would scoff and say that itʼs impossible.”

Rui knew that he was impatient because his progress to a Higher Realm had been unimpeded until the Divine Doctor identified the nature of his ʼreincarnationʼ and left him in an identity crisis that constantly loomed deep beneath the surface.

That was precisely why he was being impatient.

He did not want to live that anymore.

He had tried the dream technique that he had gotten in the Panamic Martial Federation. But aside from that, he didnʼt have any other way to make progress to a Higher Realm, barring the standard of cultivating more power and individuality.

Master Ceeran sighed, sensing his unwillingness. ”Well, there is one way you could try. Though it is a way that most Martial Masters do not dare try.”

Rui raised an eyebrow. ”Which is…?”

”Death.”

Ruiʼs eyes widened with surprise.

”Or dying, I suppose,” Master Ceeran mused. ”Dying teaches you more about yourself than almost any other experience.”

Rui frowned. ”I havenʼt heard of that, not from others nor from the Panamic Martial Federation.”

”Thatʼs because they do not encourage it. Or rather, they outright discourage it,” Master Ceeran informed Rui. ”And for good reasons, too. Masters die too frequently and in vain when trying out this method. After all, the process of dying naturally leads to death. What does the progress to the Sage Realm matter if youʼre too dead for it to matter?”

Rui understood why it was discouraged. He also understood why those Martial Masters who sought to eventually reach the Sage Realm did not go for this method.

There was too much stake.

These distinguished Masters had spent centuries of time and effort reaching the Master Realm and their current station in life. They were not inclined to risk it all for a highly dangerous and unlikely means of learning more about oneʼs self.

”Dying…” he whispered.

He knew what that felt like.

Or, at the very least, he had inherited the memories of a man who had died.

”Death is peace.”

At the very least, that was how he thought about it. It was the only state of existence where one did not need to suffer the pain of life outside of sleep.

”Are you sure that dying can help me reach the Sage Realm?” Rui asked with a strange light in his eyes.

”It can, but you need to undertake great personal risk and suffer harm that you might not fully recover from. It is said that this was how the Martial Primordial first broke through to the Sage Realm a long time ago. He was ambushed by a powerful beast while immersed in himself, meditating. Caught off-guard, he was wounded critically, and it was said that at the very cusp of death, he attained the enlightenment of self and managed to ward away death,” Master Ceeran told Rui. ”The Panamic Martial Federation and other organizations decided not to promote dying as a method because that would weaken Martial Art too much. I, too, heard of this from my sect leader. A first-generation Master.”

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