He supported Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor with one hand, held an umbrella with the other, and helped him over to the roadside. With one kick, he knocked open the nearly shattered rolling shutter of a shop, and helped Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor inside to take shelter from the rain.

Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor leaned back in a chair, looking as if all the strength had left his body.

"Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor, are you all right…"

"What do you mean, am I all right? I was facing the Heavenly Master Avatar and still managed not to collapse—just think, my backbone is at least ten times stronger than any other Great Zombie!"

Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor boasted with excessive pride.

Seeing Wen Yan didn't seem to get it, Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor felt that showing off was pointless, and immediately slumped back into his listless, lifeless state.

"Zombies aren't natural creatures of heaven and earth; they're squeezed into existence in the cracks and loopholes between all kinds of rules, a state of neither life nor death.

The gods represent the order of heaven and earth, so it's only natural they don't like us zombies.

The only reason I wasn't casually disposed of by the Heavenly Master's large-scale freezing power is that I'm officially registered in Fuyu Temple's Daoist register.

That Old Celestial Master, honestly, did he really have to go so far? He almost took me down along with everyone else.

I don't think I ever ticked him off."

Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor grumbled a bit, but didn't blame Wen Yan.

He thought, even if Wen Yan had the Heaven Bestowed Talisman bestowed by the Calamity Protector Goddess, even with Scorching Sun, and even a Scorching Sun Jade blessing, even if his relationship with the Calamity Protector Goddess in her lifetime was excellent…

No matter how you pile things together, that should never be enough to call down an actual Avatar of Taiyi Savior Heavenly Master personally.

That must have been Old Celestial Master himself at work, personally holding the rite.

Other than Old Celestial Master, who else could reach this level nowadays?

Wen Yan nodded along beside him, thinking to himself he never believed he was so impressive. He was just a tool-man today, here to glean a little good fortune; the real power behind the curtain was still the Old Celestial Master—who didn't even show up in person.

Once he settled Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor down, he quickly dashed outside to get soaked by the rain. As Seventh Great-Uncle Master had said: rare benefits shouldn't be wasted.

"Seventh Great-Uncle Master, if we collect this rain, will it still be useful?"

Seventh Great-Uncle Master shot Wen Yan a sideways glance and sighed.

"Wishful thinking. The opportunity's gone in a flash."

"What a pity, nobody else will get any." Wen Yan was a bit regretful.

The fine rain only lasted less than ten minutes before the sky cleared.

Gauss Weil sat by the roadside, looking like a college grad who'd just been walloped by society, his values overturned, his eyes dazed with a new sense of "I get it now."

The streets were a mess, littered with corpses of little and big devils everywhere, but Gauss Weil didn't care in the slightest.

Seventh Great-Uncle Master came to stand by Wen Yan, a trace of concern and anticipation in his gaze.

"How do you feel?"

"I feel great."

"Do you sense your spiritual awareness becoming stronger, like when you close your eyes you have another kind of vision, able to perceive everything around you?"

Wen Yan closed his eyes and gave it a try, then shook his head.

"No."

"Then did you feel anything else? Any power, apart from Yang Energy?"

Wen Yan took a careful look inward.

He seemed to feel nothing except the force of pain.

He knew for sure Seventh Great-Uncle Master wasn't talking about the power of pain.

"No..."

Seventh Great-Uncle Master looked disappointed, and a little confused.

"How could this be—how can that be…"

"Seventh Great-Uncle Master, maybe I really don't have a knack for cultivation. I think martial training suits me fine—doesn't the Dao have three thousand paths, all leading to the same goal? No need to force it—forcing things just makes them worse, don't you think?"

"Supreme Heavenly Master…" Seventh Great-Uncle Master murmured, realizing he was actually being a bit obsessed—this junior seemed to understand things better than he did.

Some things really can't be forced.

This time, even with the Celestial Sword Master, the current Heavenly Master personally performing the rite, and Wen Yan as the 'tool-man', there was still no benefit gained—no Spirit Platform Dao Foundation forged, no path of cultivation opened up.

So, after this, there's really no need to think about it anymore.

Since Wen Yan truly likes martial training, and he has a talent for it, might as well focus on that.

...

At the edge of Cloud Sea Cliff, the Old Celestial Master stood atop the Dharma Altar, his usual calm and tranquil expression now touched with a hint of scarcely concealed shock.

"Supreme Heavenly Master…"

Just what kind of immense luck has Fuyu Mountain landed?

Has its long years of decline really accumulated enough fortune to burst forth in a single day?

Could there really be someone this talented?

Born with a congenital Dao body, able under blessing to call forth even a Heavenly Master?

The Old Celestial Master wanted to try divining it, but after thinking it over, decided not to.

When he performed the ritual here, he had only meant to randomly invite down a minor Avatar of Taiyi Savior Heavenly Master, which would've sufficed.

He never expected it would get so big in the end, summoning an Avatar several levels above what he expected.

Even for him, calling down a Heavenly Master Avatar single-handedly would require days of pure-hearted meditation, abstaining from flesh, cleansing the body, performing a grand ritual on the highest-grade altar, using the ancestral magic artifact,

then following the proper process of rituals, chanting for blessing, finishing the entire procedure—only then was there a possible chance to invite a Heavenly Master Avatar.

After all, he was a mortal of flesh and blood, eating grains like everyone else.

Only those with an innate Dao body, who hadn't eaten grains or contaminated their body with grass or wood's filth recently, could skip several days of this process.

With their power, plus the force of a Heavenly Bestowed Treasure Talisman, they could send their plea straight to Heaven's ears and possibly invite a Heavenly Master Avatar.

The Old Celestial Master felt a sense of regret—for a talent like this, if only he had entered the Celestial Master Mansion, he'd surely have been the next chosen Heavenly Master, barring any unforeseen events.

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