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"Since you want the Fenghou Qimen so badly, then I'll give it all to you!" Zhou Sheng stepped up to George, the Bagua formation taking shape
"Since you want the Fenghou Qimen so badly, then I'll give it all to you!"
Zhou Sheng stepped up to George, the Bagua formation taking shape in his palm. He extended his finger and tapped between George's brows.
George did not dodge. Even if Zhou Sheng launched a sneak attack at this moment, it would not harm him.
The Bagua in Zhou Sheng's hand instantly shrank, and the moment his finger touched George's brow, it surged into George's spiritual world. All the knowledge of the Fenghou Qimen poured directly into George's mind.
As this vast amount of knowledge flooded in, a Bagua diagram naturally formed beneath George's feet. His consciousness entered the inner world, where torrents of information merged with his spirit.
"So that's how it is!"
At that moment, George finally understood why Wang Ye refused to trade with him, and why Zhou Sheng had unconditionally passed on the Fenghou Qimen.
"This impact is intense, but it won't overwhelm me."
As his spirit involuntarily connected to the world through the comprehension of the Fenghou Qimen, countless streams of information crashed into his mind. Yet instead of fear, George felt excitement.
"It's truly as the saying goes—searching high and low, only to find it effortlessly in the end!"
Ordinary people, when faced with such an onslaught of knowledge and laws from the world itself, would quickly succumb to madness. Their inner desires and inability to calmly accept the flood of truths would drive them insane.
Only someone like Wang Ye, born with a Dao seed and naturally aligned with Daoist principles of non-action, could shield himself temporarily from this torrent, learning the Fenghou Qimen slowly and gradually comprehending it.
But George was different. His spiritual power was overwhelming—like an immovable boulder—utterly unshaken by the endless tide of knowledge.
If he merely resisted, once the torrent passed he could naturally master the Fenghou Qimen.
Yet at this very moment, upon realizing the key to learning the Fenghou Qimen, a bold idea surged into George's heart.
He would not only resist this knowledge—he would seize this rare chance of intimate contact with the entire world to absorb it all.
He had already set out on two paths: one was strengthening himself, the other was creating a world of his own.
To create a world meant grasping countless laws and acquiring vast knowledge, something that would normally take endless time to perfect.
But if he could now absorb the world's knowledge in its entirety, it would be like taking a shortcut, enabling him to quickly construct his own small world.
Of course, his current incarnation alone could not possibly achieve this.
"Then come together!"
He once again opened a channel, merging the spiritual power of his true body and his other incarnations across worlds into this one vessel.
In an instant, his spiritual power increased eightfold.
With such a vast increase, he no longer resisted the torrent of knowledge. Instead, he opened himself, allowing the flood to rush in.
As the knowledge poured into him, his understanding of the world's fundamental structure and its many laws gradually became clear.
In the terminology of the Fenghou Qimen, he was comprehending the transformations of the cosmos.
While comprehending, he also began duplicating these basic frameworks and laws within his own space. His created space was no longer just empty void—it now showed faint traces of becoming a true small world.
"Though only a prototype, it has saved me thousands of years of grinding effort. Who would have thought the greatest benefit of learning Fenghou Qimen would be this?"
As time passed, even his eightfold-enhanced spirit began to falter. Reluctantly, he had to stop the process of further perfecting his small world.
Absorbing the knowledge of an entire world was still beyond him for now.
Yet even shaping the prototype of a small world was an unexpected gain.
"Not good… it looks like he really has a chance to comprehend it!"
Outside, Zhou Sheng watched George sitting cross-legged, eyes closed in meditation. Instead of going mad as expected, he appeared completely calm. Zhou Sheng's heart sank.
After a long struggle, he slowly raised his right hand.
"Boy, don't blame this old Daoist for being merciless. Blame yourself for meddling too much—for being too greedy. I cannot leave such a threat alive!"
Indeed, he intended to strike George down here and now, while he was defenseless and still in the midst of comprehension.
Though it pained his conscience, for the sake of himself and Wudang's safety, he had no choice.
If Jin Baobao spread the word that George still lived, and that both Wudang and Wang Ye possessed the Fenghou Qimen, their carefree days would end. Wudang would face catastrophe, and Wang Ye would be doomed without burial.
Right now, people only suspected that Wang Ye possessed some special Daoist technique. They did not know it was the Fenghou Qimen.
Moreover, the Fenghou Qimen was his creation. He only intended to pass it within Wudang. How could it fall into the hands of outsiders?
But just as his palm was about to strike George's crown, his entire body suddenly vanished, sucked into another place.
"This… this is impossible!"
Realizing what had happened, Zhou Sheng sensed the changes in the surrounding space, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The most critical part of Fenghou Qimen was establishing the Central Palace. Wang Ye had set his Central Palace beneath his feet, constantly expanding the coverage of his Qimen to trap his enemies within its range.
Only then could the spells of the Qimen display their true power.
But that was a mistake. One could never cover the whole world with the Qimen, and eventually the body would suffer backlash.
He had warned Wang Ye of this very danger—that the Central Palace should not be external but internal, ideally set within one's own heart.
By using one's innate vital energy to command the seventy-two transformations of heaven and earth, one could become the "Lord of the Seasons," capable of infinite change.
Yet now, what did he see?
He saw the entire world transformed into someone's Qimen. Even his own Fenghou Qimen was utterly suppressed, completely unusable here.
"Fix!"
With a soft yet commanding shout from above, Zhou Sheng felt his body bound by a tremendous force. No matter how he struggled or operated the Fenghou Qimen to break free, he could not move an inch.
At that moment, George's figure gradually condensed before him.
"Zhou Sheng, Zhou Sheng… tell me, how should I deal with you?"
George stroked his chin, looking at the immobilized Zhou Sheng with a playful smile.
Though he had only formed the prototype of a small world, far from completing a true one, even this much was immensely useful.
As long as he drew his enemies into his small world, all his spells would gain tremendous amplification—because the foundational laws of this realm were constructed by him.
Even a being like the Black Dragon, capable of devouring all magic and normally immune to spells, if dragged into this small world, would not remain unaffected.
For even the Black Dragon's devouring power would be restricted by the laws of George's small world.
(End of Chapter)