Marvel's Master of Heavenly Magic

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This secret cleared George's doubts, helping him understand whether immortals or celestial realms truly existed in this world.

According to Zhang Huaiyi, the leader of Quanzhen, Wugensheng, had discovered the Twenty-Four Seasonal Gates to Heaven's Valley left behind by the Ziyang True Man, Zhang Boduan. It was through this discovery that he uncovered the truth behind the so-called transformation into an immortal.

Outliers had existed since ancient times, creating countless cultivation techniques and establishing their own sects. Many had cultivated their powers to the very peak.

Legends say that these people had already transcended the mortal realm, becoming immortals and ascending to the Immortal World—Ziyang True Man included.

But through their research into the Twenty-Four Seasonal Gates and the remnants left by Ziyang, and later through their understanding of the Eight Wonders, they discovered the truth was far different.

This world has no immortals. There is no celestial realm. No heavenly court.

What people called "ascension into immortality" actually meant merging with heaven and earth—becoming one with the natural order. They didn't become immortals. They became part of the world's ambient Qi.

This outcome was well-known to all sect leaders who had ever claimed to "ascend." Just like the restriction imposed by the Heavenly Master Technique, once they realized the truth, they too were bound by similar constraints.

As for why these so-called immortals, including Ziyang True Man, placed such restrictions and forbade the truth from spreading—it was simple.

Why do people cultivate the Dao? For immortality. It is the ultimate goal of cultivation.

But if you learned that your goal never existed, that all your dreams and beliefs were false—wouldn't you break down?

Except for a few open-minded individuals, most cultivators would collapse under such a truth, their faith destroyed.

That collapse would ultimately destroy the foundation of every Daoist sect. If the purpose of cultivation vanished, so would the sects themselves.

The other seven cultivators who knew this secret were still bound and could never speak of it. But Zhang Huaiyi was different.

His Qi Body Source Flow surpassed Wugensheng's Divine Spirit Technique and was powerful enough to dismantle the restrictions left behind by Ziyang True Man. That allowed him to reveal the secret.

That's also why he couldn't return to Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Because if he did, his master would have had only two options to protect the foundation of the sect.

One was to kill him—so the secret would die with him. The other was to pass on the Heavenly Master title, and with it, the strongest restriction: the Heavenly Master Technique.

But once that title was passed, the master would ascend and merge with heaven and earth—which, to put it bluntly, was no different from death.

That's why, after learning the truth, Tian Jinzhong also believed Zhang Huaiyi couldn't return. If he did, he would be responsible for the master's death.

And Tian Jinzhong couldn't tell anyone about this secret—least of all the master. If he did, the master would rush down the mountain to bring Zhang Huaiyi back and pass on the Heavenly Master title.

That, too, would mean the master's death.

To protect the sect, Tian Jinzhong didn't even dare to sleep—afraid he might mumble the secret in a dream and reveal it accidentally.

Zhang Huaiyi also carried this burden alone, hiding his identity and fleeing from place to place. He even regretted being part of the Thirty-Six Brotherhood and participating in the enlightenment of the Eight Wonders.

There was one other detail that caught George's attention: Zhang Huaiyi had hinted at a hidden plan. The eight people who mastered the Eight Wonders seemed to have plotted something major with Wugensheng.

They intended to use the Eight Wonders to create an immortal.

Whether they succeeded or not, even Tian Jinzhong didn't know.

But that didn't matter for now. George knew he'd get a chance to find out eventually.

What mattered most was that, based on Tian Jinzhong's memories, he could now confirm that this world had no higher celestial realms or true immortals.

From now on, he could act freely—without unnecessary caution.

Truthfully, he was a little disappointed.

Deep inside, George had hoped that a celestial realm and true immortals existed. Though dangerous, it would've also promised greater rewards.

The higher the ceiling of a world, the greater the potential accomplishments of his avatar. That growth would, in turn, strengthen both his main body and his other avatars.

If there truly had been a Heavenly Court, he could have taken the cautious route—ascended step by step following this world's techniques, consumed immortal pills, and learned divine methods.

He might've even reached the level of a true saint, kicking Eternal beings and punching the Court of Life into submission.

Still, this outcome wasn't bad.

The Eight Wonders and this world's cultivation techniques and Daoist arts would still help him grow. He could safely research and strengthen himself.

And if he entered a truly divine world like the Great Desolation (Honghuang) in the future, this foundation would prove invaluable and help him progress faster.

This world's inability to produce immortals was due to its laws of nature, not its techniques. These methods might just work in another world with different laws—perhaps allowing true ascension.

Leaving Tian Jinzhong's courtyard, George returned to his dorm and closed his eyes to study the Life-Essence Dual Cultivation Technique of Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Their cultivation methods, Daoist arts, and even the Summoning and Commanding Spirits technique would keep him busy for a while.

The next day—Day 4 of the Luotian Grand Ritual.

Now that George had fully grasped the nature of this world, he felt incredibly relaxed as he began his next match.

From here on out, his time in this world would shift to "play mode"—learning Daoist techniques while also seeking new ones.

Today's match was part of the quarterfinals. His opponent: Feng Xingtong.

This match drew a lot of attention. The spectator stands were nearly packed.

No wonder—of the previous three matches, none had lived up to expectations. Zhang Chulan vs. Wang Ye had seemed like a clash of titans, but Wang Ye simply ate a bun, asked a few questions, and surrendered.

Feng Shayan, still injured from her fight with Jia Zhengliang, also forfeited under Feng Zhenghao's advice. Zhang Lingyu's match ended quickly, offering no excitement.

In short, there hadn't been much to watch.

But now, Feng Xingtong—who had used Summoning and Commanding Spirits to capture Deng Youfu's thousand-year snake spirit—was significantly stronger.

Meanwhile, George had shocked everyone two days ago by revealing himself to be an Innate Thunder-Wielding Outlier, nearly one-shotting Wang Bing.

"Brother Jin, I know I'm no match for you. My father also asked me to surrender, but I still want to give it a try. Otherwise, I'll feel regret."

"Of course, if you prefer, I can surrender now."

Feng Xingtong stood across from George, a little embarrassed.

In truth, those lines had been rehearsed—his father had instructed him to say them.

The reason was simple. Although Jin Yuanyuan (George) had released an incredibly intimidating aura the other day, his actual strength hadn't been revealed.

After obtaining the thousand-year snake spirit, Feng Xingtong's strength had surged. This match would serve as a good chance to test Jin Yuanyuan's capabilities.

If George truly was strong, then his father might just go all-in and offer full support.

"No need. Just come at me with everything you've got."

George waved his hand nonchalantly.

He had no more burdens to carry, and there was no longer any need to conceal his strength.

(End of Chapter)