Marvel: The other side of the double-passing door is Devouring the Stars

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“Then I’ll take care of Thor,” said the last woman, who looked to be in her thirties and had a cold and aloof demeanor.

Over the next hour, the three were taken to separate rooms for evaluation.

Rowan followed the silver-haired man to a training room.

“My name is Simon, a seventh-tier cosmic-level cultivator, specializing in wind-based laws,” the silver-haired man said. “Next, I will conduct a comprehensive assessment of your strength and potential. Don’t be nervous, just perform normally.”

“Yes,” Rowan nodded.

“First, show us your strongest attack,” Simon said.

Rowan took a deep breath and gripped his silver longsword tightly. The laws of storm surged within him as he unleashed his strongest attack.

"Storm Domain - Gale Killing Array!"

Countless wind blades crisscrossed the training room, forming a terrifying killing array. Although the training room had special protection, the power of these wind blades was still awe-inspiring.

“Not bad,” Simon nodded, “For a sixth-tier stellar-level being to possess such destructive power is already quite remarkable. But…”

He raised his hand and waved it, and all the wind blades instantly stopped and then dissipated.

“Your understanding of the laws is still very shallow,” Simon said. “Your attack, though powerful, is too crude. The essence of the wind element lies not in brute force, but in speed and change.”

He extended a finger and made a light stroke. An almost invisible wind blade flew from his fingertip, instantly slicing through the metal wall of the training room, leaving a smooth, mirror-like cut.

Rowan's eyes widened. This attack seemed effortless, but its power far exceeded that of his full-force strike.

“This is the understanding of the essence of the law,” Simon said. “When you truly understand the nature of wind, you don’t need so many fancy moves. A single wind blade is enough to slay a powerful enemy.”

Next, Simon tested Rowan's reaction speed, perception of laws, combat awareness, and other aspects.

The evaluation ended an hour later.

The three reunited in the meeting room, and the three evaluators also returned.

“The evaluation results are in,” Carroll said. “All three performed exceptionally well, especially Rowan.”

Rowan was taken aback: "Me?"

“That’s right,” Simon nodded. “You have a high aptitude for understanding the laws of nature, and you are also calm and have excellent comprehension. The company’s senior management has decided to give you a special opportunity.”

"What opportunity?" Rowan asked curiously.

“You will be dispatched to Blood Luo Star to study under the immortal King Blood Luo,” Carol said solemnly.

These words struck like a thunderbolt, plunging the entire conference room into silence.

The title of "King-level Immortal" represents the pinnacle of immortal power. Within the immortal realm, there are further distinctions: ordinary immortals, marquis-level immortals, and king-level immortals. Each king-level immortal is a behemoth who dominates the universe, renowned for their immense prestige.

"To be crowned a king and immortal." Rowan murmured to himself, his heart racing.

“Blood King is a disciple of one of the company’s thirteen Cosmic Venerables—Venerable Azure Sky,” Carol continued. “He is renowned for his swordsmanship, and is known for his aloofness, rarely taking on disciples. But this time, Venerable Azure Sky personally requested that Blood King allow you to study under him for a period of time.”

"To receive guidance from someone destined for immortality is an incredible opportunity," Simon exclaimed. "Young man, seize this chance."

“I definitely will,” Rowan said firmly, taking a deep breath.

"As for Hong and Thor," Carol said, looking at the two, "you will remain on Apokolips, mentored by the company's cosmic-level mentors. While not as prestigious as King-level Immortals, they are still top-tier mentors."

“We understand,” Hong and Thor exchanged a glance and smiled. “Rowan’s talent is indeed superior to ours, and we are happy for him to have this opportunity.”

"Thank you," Rowan said gratefully, looking at the two of them.

After the meeting, Luo Wen packed his bags and prepared to head to Blood Luo Star.

Before his departure, Hong and Lei Shen came to see him off.

"Be careful. Although the Immortal Kings are powerful, they are said to have very eccentric personalities," Hong warned. "When you get there, listen more, observe more, and speak less."

“I know,” Rowan nodded.

"When you return, we'll have a proper contest," Thor laughed, "to see what skills you've learned from the Immortal King."

“It’s a deal,” Rowan said, extending his fist.

The three men clashed fists together, a habit they had developed since childhood.

Two days later, Rowan boarded the spaceship bound for Blood Luo Star.

This spaceship was the Virtual Universe Corporation's top-of-the-line vehicle, luxuriously decorated and fully equipped. But Rowan had no interest in appreciating any of that; his mind was entirely focused on the Blood King he was about to meet.

The spaceship traveled through the dark universe for seven days before finally arriving at the star system where Blood Luo Star was located.

As the spaceship emerged from the dark universe, Rowan looked out the porthole and saw a blood-red planet in the distance.

That is Blood Luo Star.

The entire planet was shrouded in a thin layer of blood-red mist, appearing eerie and mysterious. The planet's surface was devoid of any cities or buildings, only stretching mountain ranges and vast wastelands.

"What a terrifying aura," Rowan could feel the oppressive force emanating from that planet, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The spaceship landed on a mountain peak on the planet Blood Luo. The mountain peak soared into the clouds, and at its summit stood a simple stone house.

"Lord Rowan, we have arrived at our destination," the spaceship's AI system announced. "We wish you a successful study journey on Blood Luo Star."

Rowan stepped off the spaceship, which immediately took off and left.

He stood alone on the mountain peak, surrounded by complete silence. Crimson mist swirled among the mountains, creating an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"Are they here?"

Suddenly, a cold voice came from inside the stone house.

Luo Wen's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly bowed respectfully: "Junior Luo Wen greets Senior Blood King Luo."

The door of the stone house opened, and a figure slowly walked out.

He was a man who looked to be around thirty years old, dressed in a blood-red robe, with long black hair flowing down his back. He had a handsome face but cold eyes. He didn't exude any aura, just like an ordinary person, but Rowan felt a terrifying pressure that made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

This is the immortal king – Blood King Luo.

“Raise your head and let me see,” Blood King said calmly.

Rowan raised his head and met Blood King's gaze. Those eyes were as deep as an abyss, as if they could see through everything.

Blood King Luo Wen sized him up for a moment and nodded: "Not bad, at least not the kind of fool who's all talk and no action." "Thank you for the praise, senior," Luo Wen said respectfully.

"Don't call me senior, call me teacher," said Blood King. "Since your master sent you here to learn, then I am your teacher. Although it's only temporary, the proper rules still apply."

“Yes, teacher,” Rowan immediately corrected himself.

“Very good,” Blood King turned and walked back to the stone house. “Come with me.”

Luo Wen followed Blood King into the stone house. The interior of the stone house was extremely simple, with only a stone bed, a stone table, and a few stone stools, nothing else.

"I've reviewed your resume at the Virtual Universe Company," Blood King said, sitting down and pouring himself a cup of tea. "Your talent is good, and your comprehension is also decent, but you still lack practical experience."

“I am indeed inexperienced, and I would appreciate your guidance, teacher,” Rowan said.

"I wouldn't call it guidance; I can only point you in the right direction. How far you go depends on yourself," Blood King said, taking a sip of tea. "Do you know why the stellar level is followed by the cosmic level, and the cosmic level by immortality?"

"Because of the difference in strength?" Rowan asked tentatively.

"Strength is merely superficial," Blood King shook his head. "The real difference lies in the understanding of the laws. Stellar-level martial artists have only made initial contact with the laws, able to use their power but not understanding their essence. Cosmic-level martial artists begin to understand the laws, able to integrate them into their own techniques, forming a unique fighting style. As for immortal powerhouses, they have completely mastered the laws, able to freely manipulate them, and even create new profound mysteries of the laws."

He paused, then continued, "You're currently at the sixth rank of the Stellar level. Although you can wield the Storm Law, do you truly understand storms? Do you know why wind flows, why it forms storms? Do you know the essence of wind?"

Rowan fell silent. These were questions he had never thought about deeply before.

“It seems you don’t know,” said Blood King Luo. “Then, from today onward, the first thing you must do is to understand the nature of the wind.”

"How do you understand that?" Rowan asked.

"Use your body, use your soul to feel it," Blood King stood up. "Blood Luo Star is constantly battered by level nine hurricanes; it's the best place for cultivation. Starting tomorrow, you will stand on the edge of the cliff every day, facing the hurricanes directly. You are not allowed to use any defense, not to resist with the power of laws; you can only endure it with your physical body."

"This..." Rowan's expression changed slightly. A Category 9 hurricane—that's a terrifying force capable of blowing steel to shreds.

"What, are you scared?" Blood King sneered.

“No, I’m not afraid,” Rowan said through gritted teeth. “I just want to ask, what if I get hurt?”

"Injury is inevitable," Blood King said calmly, "but you won't die. I'll be watching from the sidelines, and if you really can't hold on, I'll intervene. However, in that case, your learning opportunity this time will have been wasted."

Rowan took a deep breath and nodded solemnly, "I understand, teacher. I will never let you down."

"That's good," King Xueluo sat down again. "Rest today, and begin your cultivation first thing tomorrow morning. Your quarters are in the cave next to the stone house; it's simple, but sufficient."

Luo Wen bid farewell and left, arriving at the cave that Blood King Luo had mentioned.

The cave was indeed very simple, only a dozen square meters in size, with nothing but a stone bed. But Luo Wen didn't care. He sat down cross-legged and began to adjust his state to prepare for tomorrow's cultivation.

Night deepened, and the night sky over Blood Luo Star was moonless, only filled with countless stars. The wind howled through the mountains, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

Rowan sat with his eyes closed, pondering the words of the Blood King.

"Understanding the nature of the wind."

He had never imagined that the laws of cultivation required such a profound understanding. Perhaps this was the difference between an immortal king and an ordinary martial artist.

The next morning, Rowan was awakened by a loud gust of wind.

He walked out of the cave and found that Blood King was already waiting at the edge of the cliff.

"Here you are," Blood King glanced at him, "Are you ready?"

“Ready?” Rowan took a deep breath.

“Then let’s begin,” Blood King pointed to the cliff, “Stand over there.”

As Luo Wen reached the edge of the cliff, he immediately felt the terrifying hurricane. The Category 9 hurricane was like countless blades, frantically cutting into his body. Even though he was a sixth-level Stellar-level martial artist with a physical strength far exceeding that of ordinary people, he still felt excruciating pain.

But he gritted his teeth, steadied himself, and began to feel the power of the wind with his body, as the Blood King had instructed.

The Category 9 hurricane was like countless invisible blades, frantically slicing through Rowan's body.

He stood there for less than ten seconds before Rowan's uniform was torn to shreds, revealing the skin beneath. Then, tiny cuts appeared on his skin, blood seeping out, only to be immediately dispersed by the gust of wind.

"Ah!" Rowan couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, his body swaying as if he were about to be blown off the cliff.

"Stand firm!" Blood King said coldly. "If you can't even stand firm, how can you talk about understanding the wind?"

Rowan gritted his teeth, planted his feet firmly in the ground, and managed to steady himself. Intense pain shot through his entire body; every inch of his skin felt like it was being sliced ​​by wind blades, as if he were being slowly tortured to death.

Even more terrifying is that he cannot use the power of laws to defend himself; he can only withstand it with his physical body. Although his physique at the sixth level of the Stellar Realm is formidable, it still appears extremely fragile in the face of a level nine hurricane.

A minute passed, and Rowan's wounds multiplied. Blood continued to flow, only to be dispersed by the wind, forming a blood mist in the air.

"This can't go on," Rowan told himself. "If I just tough it out, I won't even last an hour, let alone understand the nature of the wind."

He forced himself to calm down and recalled the words of the Blood King—to feel with body and soul.

It's not about confrontation, it's about feeling.

Rowan closed his eyes, trying to stop thinking about the wounds and pain, and instead tried to feel the flow of the wind.

Where does the wind come from?
Which way is the wind going?
Why does the wind have such power?

For the first few minutes, Rowan felt nothing but endless pain. But he didn't give up and continued to concentrate, trying to feel the flow of every gust of wind.

Gradually, he began to realize something.

Hurricanes are not chaotic; they follow a certain pattern. Like a river, though turbulent, it still has its direction and course.

Some winds blew from the left, with greater force; some winds blew from the right, with a rotating force; and some winds rose from below, trying to overturn him.

Rowan began to try to go with the flow of the winds instead of fighting them. When the wind came from the left, he moved slightly to the right, letting the wind pass by his side; when the wind blew up from below, he lifted his heels slightly to reduce the contact area.

These adjustments were subtle, but the effects were immediate. Although the wound was still growing, the rate of healing had noticeably slowed.

Blood King stood aside, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"This kid's already got the hang of it in just ten minutes?"

Normally, a cultivator facing a level nine hurricane for the first time would need at least three days to grasp this principle. But Luo Wen only took ten minutes.

(End of this chapter)