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A seven-colored beam of light shot into the sky.

Chu Hang carried Quill, who was still unconscious. For him, this unexpected trip to Asgard was incredibly rewarding.

Chapter 120 The Ancient One's Gift

The light from the Rainbow Bridge was like a rubber band that had been forcibly snapped, suddenly spurring him out.

One second he was tumbling among the stars, the next he was standing on soft grass. Chu Hang stood firmly, without a single wrinkle on his body.

Quill, standing next to him, fared much worse. He landed face down like a tattered sack, carving a shallow furrow in the ground. He rolled twice before stopping, then lay there retching incessantly.

"Ugh... Where the hell am I? Where's my spaceship?" Quill propped himself up, looking at the quiet woods around him and the faint city skyline in the distance, his mind still a complete mess.

"Earth, suburbs of New York." Chu Hang's tone was as calm as if he were stating today's weather. "As for your spaceship, it's probably still drifting in space. If you're lucky, some scavenger might pick it up."

He pulled out an old Nokia phone that looked like it came from the last century and dialed Fury's encrypted line.

The phone was answered after only one ring.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before Fury's hoarse and weary voice came through: "You've been gone for almost a year."

"Just got back from Asgard, and took care of some space junk along the way." Chu Hang's tone was as if he had just gone out to take out the trash. "I brought back a guy named Peter Quill, the grandson of one of your old friends."

Silence fell again on the other end of the phone. This time, it lasted a full ten seconds. Fury's breathing was clearly audible, heavy and labored like a broken bellows.

"...Where are you?" Fury's voice was extremely dry, squeezing out each word one by one.

"I've sent you the coordinates for the suburbs of New York. Send someone to pick him up. Oh, and find a good psychologist; his father just passed away, and he's emotionally unstable." Chu Hang finished speaking and hung up immediately.

He put the seemingly indestructible phone back in his pocket, then looked at Quill, who was still lying on the ground questioning his existence, and found him a bit of an eyesore.

A dozen minutes later, several black SUVs sped up silently, kicking up a cloud of dust. The doors opened, and Maria Hill stepped out with a team of fully armed agents.

When Hill saw Chu Hang, her perpetually icy expression visibly stiffened. She still forced herself to step forward, maintaining a professional distance: "Mr. Chen, Director Fury sent us..."

"Here you go." Chu Hang pointed to Quill, who lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, and turned to leave.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to know about the time you were away from Earth..."

Chu Hang turned around and glanced at her.

That gaze was calm, devoid of murderous intent or oppressive power, yet it sent a chill down Hill's spine, a chill that ran deep within her soul. She felt as if she were facing not a person, but a bottomless, cold universe.

“Tell Fury that my whereabouts are outside the scope of the transaction. The report should be just four words: Chen is back.”

After he finished speaking, his figure distorted slightly in the air, like a television screen with a poor signal, and then disappeared into thin air.

Chu Hang did not return to Stark Tower.

Ego's energy and Odin's knowledge surged within him like two torrents threatening to breach their banks. He needed a more refined scalpel to sculpt these raging forces, to carve out channels for them.

Odin showed the way, but gave no tools.

He appeared directly on the streets of Kathmandu, Nepal. The air was filled with the scents of spices, dust, and faith.

He concealed his presence, like an ordinary tourist, and walked through the crowded streets until he found an old wooden door that looked weathered and worn deep in an inconspicuous alley.

In the courtyard, a bald woman in a yellow monk's robe stood quietly under a withered tree with her back to him.

"You've arrived, bringing with you troubles that don't belong to this dimension." The Ancient One's voice didn't travel through the air, but resounded directly in his mind.

“You knew I would come.” Chu Hang walked up behind her and got straight to the point.

Gu Yi slowly turned around, a knowing smile on her face. Her eyes were like two bottomless ancient wells, reflecting not Chu Hang's appearance, but the intertwined and conflicting threads of law deep within his soul.

“I saw Odin’s entrustment. I also saw the countless possible futures within you.” The Ancient One’s gaze seemed to pierce through time. “The life forms of the Celestials, the laws of space and power, and that primal energy from the Tesseract… You are like a glass filled with different spirits; one more drop and it will shatter into pieces.”

“I need tools,” Chu Hang said directly. “The knowledge of Asgard is the blueprint, and the magic of Kamar-Taj is the method.”

Gu Yi raised her hand, and a golden halo composed of countless complex runes flickered and spun at her fingertips.

“You came hoping I would help you cross the Sea of ​​Laws. But the path you’ve chosen is far more insane than Odin could have imagined.” The Ancient One’s tone carried a rare hint of admiration. “You’re attempting to inscribe the marks of multiple gods onto a mortal body. This is taboo in any universe.”

She didn't agree immediately, but looked at him with her deep eyes.

"What do you see in my future?" Chu Hang asked.

The Ancient One's gaze became distant, as if she were turning the pages of an incredibly thick book of time.

“I saw you torn apart by the laws of time, your soul howling in the dimensional storms for tens of thousands of years. I saw you completely erased from the river of time, clean and utterly gone, as if you had never existed. I saw your head crushed by that mad Titan, and I saw you become a dimensional devourer even more terrifying than Dormammu…”

She paused, then refocused her gaze on Chu Hang.

"But I also saw the most improbable future. There, you stand on a pile of ruins, put on those jeweled gloves, and snap your fingers to decide everything."

Gu Yi sighed softly: "You are an unknown, an unknown existence that even time itself cannot completely constrain. I cannot change your fate, nor do I intend to. But I can help you walk more steadily."

She stretched out her hand, and the halo at her fingertips became even more dazzling and solid.

"I can give you the magic of Kamar-Taj. My lifespan is short, and I hope you will take care of Kamar-Taj for me in the future."

"Deal." Chu Hang said without hesitation.

The Ancient One touched his forehead with the light from her fingertips.

Chu Hang stayed in Kamar-Taj for a month.

He was like a greedy sponge that had fallen into the ocean, frantically absorbing knowledge about dimensions and spiritual power. During the day, the Ancient One personally guided him on how to perceive, borrow, and even distort dimensional energy.

At night, he would venture alone into the mirror dimension and unleash the power within him without restraint.

Unlike the Ancient One, he doesn't need to borrow magic from the Vishanti. Like Loki and Odin, he casts magic using his own power, which is why Loki criticized Doctor Strange as a second-rate sorcerer in the original comics.

He inscribed Asgardian lightning runes onto his magic shield, creating the "Thunderstorm Shield," which could absorb and deflect energy attacks.

He incorporated the laws of spatial cutting into the portal, so that what opened was no longer a door, but a series of "dimensional blades" capable of instantly slicing through mountains in mirror dimensions.

In the first week, he attempted to merge the powers and destroyed half of Mirror New York.

By the second week, he was able to reliably compress the energy of the binary star system into a thin needle and carve it on the mirror image of Big Ben in London.

A month later, he was able to separate the water molecules in a glass of water and recombine them into a crystal-clear piece of ice.

His progress in achieving the Godfather level transformation has steadily increased to 75%.

The day before he left, Chu Hang saw Gu Yi again at the library.

She sat quietly by the window, drinking tea, with the ancient Eye of Agamotto hanging from her chest.

Chu Hang asked to experience the power of the Time Stone, and Gu Yi did not hesitate, because Chu Hang was not her match at the current stage.

"Copy," Chu Hang silently recited in his heart.

An indescribable torrent of information from a higher dimension nearly overwhelmed his mental defenses. But with an almost divine will, he stubbornly held onto the last vestige of clarity.

[The manifestation of the supreme law of the universe—the Time Stone—has been detected.]

[Forced confirmation... Copying...]

[Copy complete.]

[Gained Ability: Time Law. Core abilities such as time reversal and time stop cannot be used until reaching the Heavenly Father level.]

[Gained Ability: Time Gem Energy Source (SSS Rank), which can serve as the strongest energy source and a dimensional springboard.]

There's something extra in his mind, not complete knowledge, but more like a table of contents for a book, telling him what's in the book but not letting him read the main text.

At the same time, a pure, seemingly inexhaustible green energy settled in his body, like a newborn, gentle star.

He looked up, meeting the enigmatic smile in Shang Gu Yi's eyes. She already knew.

"Thank you." Chu Hang's gratitude this time was genuine.

“Go.” Gu Yi put down her teacup, walked to him, and unusually straightened his collar, like an elder seeing off a child on a long journey. “Your journey has only just begun. Remember, don’t use the time energy you’ve gained lightly. You are gazing into the abyss, and the abyss is gazing into you.”

Chapter 121 Breakthrough Failed

The portal closed behind him.

The golden sparks died down, and a faint sandalwood scent lingered in the air.

He stood motionless on the cold alloy floor.

Two forces hummed within me. One was green, representing time. The other was blue, representing space. They were of the same origin, like long-lost brothers, attracting each other, swirling, and intertwining to form a slowly rotating yin-yang symbol.

This is a signal.

There was too much stuff inside him, too many different things. Logan's healing factor, Steve's serum, Carol's energy, Ego's cells, Odin's bloodline, and the rudiments of force and space that he had figured out for himself. Everything was crammed into one body, like a stew. It worked, but it always felt awkward and uncomfortable.

Now, it's time to melt all this into a piece of iron.

He needs a place where he will never be disturbed.

Chu Hang stretched out his right hand towards the air in front of him, and gently slid it open like a zipper.

On the other side of the crack was not any place he had ever been, but a bizarre, mirrored dimension. Cities and streets twisted and folded like wildly growing vines.

He stepped in, and the crack behind him closed immediately.

The entire mirrored New York City collapsed instantly, like building blocks crushed by an invisible hand, breaking down into pure data streams. The next second, these data streams were reassembled.

A pure white, boundless void was formed.

Beneath my feet was a smooth, mirror-like crystal floor, and above me was darkness that swallowed all light.

This is his laboratory.

Chu Hang sat down cross-legged, his consciousness sinking into his body.

The first thing to do is replace the skeleton.

Ego's Celestial form is powerful, but it's filled with the selfishness and devouring mark of that madman—too filthy. The Asgardian gods' constitution is pure, but their scope is too narrow, their potential locked within the Nine Realms.

What he needs to do is completely break down these two things, remove the dross, take the essence, and refining them.

Chu Hang's will transformed into an invisible flame, igniting himself from within.

Excruciating pain overwhelmed him instantly.

It's not physical pain, but a collapse at the genetic and spiritual level.

The golden divine power was melted into the most primal life energy, and the cellular structure of the Celestials was forcibly broken down. He could clearly see those parasitic spiritual imprints belonging to Ego howling and dissipating in the flames.

This process is like personally breaking each of your bones, grinding them into powder with a file, and then piecing them back together.