Simultaneously traversing: the pinnacle of all realms

There was no sea of ​​flowers, no white sand, nothing at all, and Lu Ze was nowhere to be seen either.

Lu Ze thought for a moment, then waved his hand to conjure a courtyard, marveling at it.

He sat on a stone in the yard, holding a leaf in his hand, turning it over and over to examine it as if it were real.

"You've arrived." Hearing footsteps, Lü Ze looked up.

Lu Ze briefly recounted Guo Furong's story and then described his physical experiences.

Lu Ze remained silent. After a brief interaction with the shared area, he sat down on the grass. He was slightly dusty from his journey, and his hair was not as shiny as before. "I've found out the location of the Jade Toad Palace, which is rumored to be in the martial arts world, and I'm about to head there."

Lu Ze put down the leaf and stroked his chin: "Rainbow Cat World is not as safe as my side, you don't need to get involved in the plot."

"The Seven Heroes are good people, I want to help them."

Lu Ze remained silent. Although they were the same person and shared the same memories, their experiences and feelings were ultimately different. Like the Demonic Cult, it wasn't just about stealing things; ruthless killing, bloodlust, and the devastation of life were sometimes not exaggerations. Things not witnessed firsthand are unconvincing.

"So, your next step is to find the Seven Heroes? Rainbow Cat and the others are all righteous people. If they can help, it shouldn't be difficult to ask them for some martial arts instruction."

Lu Ze nodded in response, his expression as calm as that of an animal unaware of the ways of the world.

"What's the situation on your end? The Black Tiger thing?"

"The Demonic Sect hasn't made any major moves in the martial world yet." Lu Ze's expression turned serious. "We don't know if the Master of the Long Rainbow Sword has come out of seclusion. If I can find them before the plot officially unfolds, my martial arts skills should be able to help."

Lu Ze thought for a moment and said, "Then be careful. With our level, our martial arts are all just common, nameless stuff, and our internal strength isn't deep either. We probably can't even handle a Demonic Sect Master. Don't try to fight head-on. If you need to, run."

Lu Ze glanced at him.

"...Alright, it's not safe here either." Lu Ze rubbed his nose. "The 'Male and Female Duo' was a misunderstanding, but what if some real expert shows up later..."

"So you'd better master your lightness skill," Lu Ze said. "Bai Zhantang's lightness skill is top-notch in your world. If you can be like him, you'll at least be able to protect yourself."

Lu Ze's tone was calm but serious. "There's also Guo Jing's 'Surging Wave Palm,' Bai San Niang's 'Searching for Plum Blossoms in the Snow,' and the martial arts of Shaolin, Wudang, Songshan, Hengshan, and Emei—these are all top-tier martial arts in your world."

After Lu Ze finished speaking, he just looked at him. His white hair was like frost, and his amber-gold eyes shone with light. If he came to the world of Wulin Gaiden, he would probably look more like a monster.

Lu Ze felt a little uneasy under his gaze: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"There's one more thing," Lu Ze said.

"What?"

Lu Ze got up and paced around the courtyard, as if organizing his thoughts. After a while, he looked up, his amber eyes appearing exceptionally clear in the white light of the room.

"There are only two of us now." He stretched out his right hand, as if sensing something. "Your world is a martial arts comedy, and mine is a high-martial arts world. Because of the limitations of each world, after sharing, you should be the first to reach the world's limit, which means—your world will be the first to be completed."

"Even if you become a master like Guo Juxia or Gongsun Wulong, the power you gain from sharing it will not be enough to fight against Hei Xinhu. You can only be compared to an ordinary first-class master."

"But have you ever thought about it?" Lu Ze's tone turned serious, "What if there are even more 'selves' in the future?"

Lu Ze was taken aback.

"The magical world, the ancient world, the modern world..."

"Even if each one after that is just an 'ordinary person' as you describe," Lu Ze said, "as long as there are enough of them, they can be shared and accumulated again and again—"

He stretched out his hand and started counting on his fingers one by one.

Lü Ze's eyes widened slightly.

Lu Ze lowered his hand and looked at Lü Ze.

"Born with superhuman strength, a photographic memory, extraordinary comprehension, and astonishing talent," he said, emphasizing each word. "These qualities alone don't necessarily require someone with exceptional talent from another world to provide them. Even an ordinary person like Lü Ze, if he were to accumulate enough, would still become an unprecedented prodigy. At that point, it wouldn't be impossible for him to go even further."

Lu Ze opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a moment.

He did consider that direction.

But if you disregard the special episodes, "My Own Swordsman" is just an ordinary martial arts world where fist and foot techniques are the mainstream and internal energy projection is rare. Here, even the most skilled martial artists are afraid of being attacked by swords.

He had always felt that the value of the shared space to him lay in drawing power from his counterpart in the high-martial-arts world. But Lu Ze was right—even without the high-martial-arts world, the sheer number of such entities was enough to create a monster.

"Besides," Lu Ze added, "we're now two people combined. Did your practice last night go more smoothly than you expected?"

"...Yes," Lü Ze admitted.

"That's it." Lu Ze smiled, a rare occurrence—though the smile was so faint it was almost imperceptible. "So stop thinking about taking things from others. First, hone what you have, and turn your accumulated talents into your own skills. When there are more people later—"

He paused.

"The lightness skill you've deduced might be even stronger than Bai Zhantang's."

Lu Ze remained silent for a long time.

The courtyard was so quiet that the only sound was the wind—there was actually wind in this space, I wonder if Lu Ze was making it.

"Alright," Lü Ze finally spoke, his tone much calmer than before, "I understand. Focus on mastering what you have at hand, and take care of the rest later."

Lu Ze nodded.

"Wait, something's not right. Are you trying to manipulate me?" Lu Ze realized something was amiss.

"Before time travel, my boss made empty promises; after time travel, I'm still making empty promises myself."

Lu Ze's face was expressionless, but upon closer inspection, it was actually somewhat stiff. However, when Lu Ze couldn't see him, the corner of his mouth curved slightly.

"Well, it's not like there's any downside."

The two sat in the courtyard for a while longer, chatting idly. Lü Ze talked about the possible plot developments in the sequel to "My Own Swordsman," while Lu Ze recounted his experiences in the bamboo forest.

"Oh, right," Lü Ze suddenly remembered something before parting, "can this courtyard be kept?"

"Yes. You can experience the spatial permissions; whatever you manifest will remain as long as you want it to."

"Next time I come, can I get a deck chair?"

Lu Ze glanced at him: "You really know how to enjoy yourself."

"That's right." Lü Ze clapped his hands. "Life is short, so if you can lie down, don't stand up."

Lu Ze didn't reply, but the corners of his mouth curved up slightly again.

Then Lu Ze's figure gradually dissipated like scattered gold dust.

Lu Ze curled his lips. In this space, appearances and exits are entirely at one's discretion. If you want, you can even stage a "loud bang in the sky, and I make my grand entrance" moment.

-

Lü Ze opened his eyes on the bed.

The moonlight outside the window was hazy, and the hen in the coop clucked twice more.

He turned over and pulled the blanket tighter around himself.

"Born with superhuman strength...photographic memory..." he muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the roof beams above him, "Even if a hundred ordinary versions of myself came..."

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but chuckle.

The sight of a hundred Lü Zes lining up to enter the shared space was rather comical.