Lord of Time: From a Five Elements Cultivator to a Master of All Daos

Chapter 457: Entering the Red Flame, Rules
The location of the void is vague. Although Wei Zhong and others are in the same battlefield in the outside world, once they enter the void, their positions relative to each other will change.

Due to the influence of the turbulence in the void, they will not gather in one place.

Therefore, there was only Wei Zhong and the evil dragon that knocked Wei Zhong here.

Wei Zhong looked intently at the demon dragon in front of him. It was completely black, with a pair of wings on its back and sharp claws. It looked similar to the shadow dragon that Wei Zhong had seen before.

"He is a strong enemy who can penetrate the void like this!"

It seems that his realm is in the late stage of Hedao, and at most he is similar to the two demon dragons wielding the blood sheng drum.

However, with a cautious attitude, Wei Zhong took out the Red Tassel Immortal Spear as soon as possible.

"Respect", Wei Zhong has always known how to respect his opponents.

Seeing Wei Zhong taking out such a broken magic weapon, the demon dragon opposite looked serious.

He obviously knew Wei Zhong's strength and understood that this battle would be difficult.

But what happened next was completely beyond the latter's expectations.

As Wei Zhong injected his magic power into the magic weapon, the shadow of the gun moved, and the turbulent currents in the void all flowed along the gun body.

Such a scene made the demon dragon open his eyes wide and be speechless.

"What magic weapon can control the power of the void?"

A warning sign suddenly arose in his heart, and the demon dragon was about to escape, but where could it escape to since it was in the void?

He tried his best to open the passage between the void and reality again, but there was no response at all.

Because the void here has been completely disrupted by the power of the Red Tassel Immortal Spear.

To break the boundary between the two requires even more powerful strength, which is far beyond the ability of the demon dragon in the late stage of Hedao in front of him.

Wherever the immortal spear goes, turbulence follows.

The black light was captivating, and the demon dragon wanted to retreat, but found that the space around it was extremely stagnant, leaving it with no chance to escape at all.

Wei Zhong swung his immortal spear, and with just one encounter, half of the dragon's body was shattered, and it was seriously injured.

His expression was horrified, and he desperately mobilized his own demonic power to break through the blockade of the void, then turned around and tried to escape.

But how could his broken body escape from Wei Zhong who was holding the immortal treasure?

However, with just a few moves, he was able to defeat the enemy successfully.

Wei Zhong stared at the magic pill in his hand, but his mind had already drifted away to who knows where.

"Fighting in the void is different from fighting in reality. Those who control or influence the power of the void have the upper hand.

"On this basis, other killing methods, spells and magic weapons are used..."

When he had absorbed all the insights from the battle, Wei Zhong held the magic spear in his hand, ready to return to reality.

He sensed Da Jin's location, but found that the latter was out of reach.

If you want to return to the battlefield, you have to cross this void for at least a long time.

“Why is it so far?

"Could it be that the battle between Hedao and Mahayana has caused the void to become disordered and the position has completely changed?"

Wei Zhong looked into the vast void and sighed in his heart.

Although it can use various means to influence the power of the void, it is not long-lasting.

It is really wishful thinking to want to return to the western front with this body of harmony with the Tao.

As he hesitated, the void around him suddenly trembled, as if some danger was about to come.

Wei Zhong didn't care where the reality on the opposite side was, and directly waved the magic spear to open the space channel.

Take a step forward and leave the void.

The sunlight was dazzling, and Wei Zhong subconsciously covered his forehead. He spread his spiritual sense, but found that this was a completely unfamiliar place.

Looking around, there are many evil dragons.

Level five demon dragons are the norm, while level six demon dragons are rare.

Occasionally, you can catch a glimpse of traces left by a seventh-level demon dragon.

"It's bad. We've gone deeper into the demon realm."

After exploring for dozens of miles, Wei Zhong finally came to a reality that was hard for him to accept.

Wei Zhong has traveled tens of thousands of miles and arrived at the heart of the Red Flame Land.

"Why did it deviate so far? Is it really the influence of the Mahayana battle?"

Wei Zhong was distressed. He never thought that he would be dragged down to this point by a mere demon dragon of the same level.

"How can we get back?"

There is no need to say much about the danger of the Red Flame Land. Wei Zhong and others have to find a safe route when carrying out hunting missions.

Running around in a panic is tantamount to committing suicide.

"In this case, we can only take one step at a time and see what happens."

With a sigh, Wei Zhong's figure disappeared, leaving only an obscure aura, and he headed eastward.

On the western front, the battle was fierce and lasted for dozens of days. Then, there was a roar in the sky, and Qi Han descended with the remains of a demon dragon in his hand.

Its figure is so tall that the celestial phenomena in all directions are affected by its power.

"The chief evil dragon has been beheaded, you must quickly eliminate the remaining evildoers!"

The sound shook the souls, and the morale of the human race in Jiuzhou was high. They cheered and moved the magic weapons in their hands faster.

The demon dragons were in disbelief and wanted to wait for their leader to speak, but received no response for a long time.

"kill……"

When the war came to an end, the monks from Jiuzhou took flying shuttles to wipe out the remnants of the evil dragon and clean up the battlefield.

When everything was over, everyone realized how brutal the battle was, and even several Hedao people died.

"I wonder if you have seen Fellow Daoist Wei?"

Guan Hong asked, and everyone looked at each other.

The war was chaotic and everyone was only concerned with dealing with the enemy in front of them, so how could they care about others?

After a while, someone stood up:
"I once saw a demon dragon beat Fellow Daoist Wei into the void, and I haven't seen any trace of them since then."

"The void land, sizzle..."

The people present couldn't stop sighing.

There is no need to explain the danger of the void. Among the twenty or so people present, few are able to break the boundary between reality and the void, let alone survive in the turbulent void.

In the opinion of most people, Wei Zhong might have died in that void land in this battle.

"Now that Fellow Daoist Wei is gone, what should we do with the Soul Transporting Tower..."

"yes……"

Guan Hong couldn't help but feel a headache when he saw a group of people in front of him fighting for power before they even confirmed whether Wei Zhong was dead or not.

Qin Boxi saw his master's expression and carefully transmitted his message:
"Master, Fellow Daoist Deng and the other two haven't come back yet."

Guan Hong then recalled that these three people had never appeared on the battlefield for a moment.

He was very anxious and flew away to message Qi Han.

After a moment, he turned around, holding the token and speaking in a loud voice:

"The Taoist master has learned that Fellow Daoist Wei is safe, and Fellow Daoist Deng, Fellow Daoist Min, and Fairy An are also very safe.

"Everything remains the same at the Soul Transport Tower. You will seize the opportunity to pursue the enemy and occupy another 3,000 miles of the Shagang Demon Territory, close to the Red Flame Territory."

Naturally, no one dared to refute the Taoist master's words, and they all stood up and bowed:

"I will follow the Taoist master's orders!"

As time goes by, there are crowds of people outside the Yunling Tower.

There is a small building outside the tower, with several deacons inside.

Wu Wei sat there, watching his subordinates accept the tokens and fill in the list of the Soul Transporting Tower, and nodded secretly.

"Deacon Wu, the January roster in the tower is full. Can we expand it to next month?"

"It's full, so fast?" Wu Wei went forward to check and found that all the seats within one month were occupied, but there were still people queuing in front of him.

He muttered to himself: "The merits during the war really increase quickly." He wrote down the list: "The expansion is suspended. According to Elder Wei's regulations, the remaining seats will be filled week by week, and the order will be determined by the merit ratio."

"Yes!"

The man trotted downstairs and announced to the sergeant in front of him:
"You are late, please come back in seven days!"

Hearing this answer again, the people waiting outside the small building sighed and dispersed.

Jiang Wei was left alone, feeling unwilling:
"Sir, I have come here more than a dozen times. If this happens every time, won't I be unable to enter the Soul Transporting Tower for a day?"

Seeing that this person had extraordinary cultivation and had a vague sign of refining emptiness, the deacon smiled and said:
"No way, the rules are like this. The rules of this 'merit and cultivation ratio' were set by Elder Wei. The lower the cultivation, the higher the merit, the higher the ranking.

"If you want to occupy a seat, why not try to go to the front line to accumulate more merits?"

The person in front of him looked like a descendant of a big family, a guy who was just waiting to die in the rear.

His cultivation was too high, but his merits were not enough. Although he had reached the level to enter the Soul Transport Tower, he was constantly squeezed out of the ranking by others because everyone had many merits during the war.

So I came here to complain.

"Rules are dead, but people are alive. Can you please be flexible?"

After saying that, Jiang Wei took out a storage bag from his arms and reached out to hand it to the deacon.

The young deacon was startled by this and quickly stepped back:

"Fellow Daoist, what are you doing? The rules of the Soul Transporting Tower were set by Elder Wei, and the Dao Master approved them. I, a mere deacon, dare not break the rules. This is a capital crime."

Unexpectedly, the young deacon in front of him was unmoved and not only refused to accept the gift, but also completely exposed the matter.

Jiang Wei was immediately embarrassed. He looked embarrassed and quickly put the storage bag back and hid it.

"Haha, that's not what I meant. You must have misunderstood me."

The little deacon shook his head repeatedly:
"That's fine, that's fine..."

There were footsteps coming from upstairs, and Jiang Wei said goodbye and left.

When Wu Wei went downstairs, the other party had disappeared.

"Someone sent another gift?"

"Yes, this is the 306th in the past month."

After hearing the clear data, Wu Wei smiled and said:

"You can count them clearly."

The little deacon responded:
"How can I not know what a brilliant treasure it is? It's a pity that I can't keep it. If I do, I'll lose my head."

"It's good that you know. Work hard, and in another year and a half, you will have the opportunity to enter the Soul Transporting Tower."

The little deacon flicked his fingers, shook his head and sighed:

“It’s going to take so long!”

Wu Wei put his hands behind his back:

"If it takes too long, you can go to the front line, where you can accumulate merits faster.

"If you're lucky, you can go out at dawn and return at sunset and enter the tower once..."

The little deacon looked embarrassed:
"Deacon Wu, you are joking. I am not very capable. It is good enough for me to stay here and do my work. It is good enough..."

The job in the Transportation and Coordination Building is a lucrative one, and the speed at which merits are accumulated is one of the fastest in the entire rear of the battlefield. Who would be willing to give up this job to go to the front line to kill the enemy?
After reprimanding his subordinates, Wu Wei walked out of the building and saw two Soul Transporting Towers guarding each other not far away. He exhaled and sighed:

"I wonder when Elder Wei will be able to come back!"

Although Wei Zhong is not here, the two spirit transport towers are still operating according to Wei Zhong's regulations.

This is not only reflected in the allocation of seats outside, but also inside the Soul Transporting Tower.

It was as if there was a spirit in the tower. Any cultivator who successfully broke through, or who had not reached the critical point of cultivation for a long time, would be reminded by the Nine Spirit Bell to leave after their opportunities were used up.

If any monk tried to occupy a seat by force, he would be forcibly expelled.

Inside these two spirit transport towers, there seemed to be a spirit helping Wei Zhong manage them.

Just as he was thinking of this, a monk was spewed out by the fish mouth on the spirit tower.

This exit is specially used to expel monks and is particularly conspicuous.

The monk's face turned red, and when he saw all eyes were on him, he quickly covered his face and flew away.

Wu Wei shook his head, not surprised by this.

He walked up to the Soul Transporting Tower and bowed:

"Master Ta Ling Sheng Ming, Master Fukang..."

Hearing the respectful voice outside the tower, Da Jin in the fog pool spit out a bubble, with a look of great pleasure on his face.

Thinking that this person had flattered him many times, it was inappropriate to ignore him and never respond. He rummaged through the small cloth bag that Wei Zhong had made for him and found a worthless red pill.

The fifth-level dragon blood pill was a stockpile that Wei Zhong had made casually many years ago.

As the dragon claw was raised, the pill immediately disappeared, and when it reappeared, it had fallen in front of Wu Wei.

He took it respectfully, smelled the rich medicinal fragrance of the pill, and immediately congratulated and thanked him:
"Thank you, Master Ta Ling, for your reward. May you be blessed with long-lasting health and happiness..."

The voice of congratulations rose to the clouds and was heard by the two monks.

"Master, is there really a backup plan left by Elder Wei in this Soul Transporting Pagoda?"

Guan Hong nodded upon hearing this:

"Most likely it's a weapon spirit. I don't know how it makes the weapon spirit take over the power of the tower master."

Jiuzhou had also had this idea, but due to deeper taboos, it had never been put into action.

"The Soul Transport Tower is operating normally, so don't worry about it. Is there any news from the expedition team?"

Qin Boxi shook his head:
"No trace of the four fellow Taoists has been found. Master, could these four people have fallen into the Red Flame Land?"

Guan Hong covered his forehead with a headache:

"This is the worst possible outcome, but based on the current intelligence, it seems to be a very likely outcome."

"This..." Qin Boyi paused.

Guan Hong stood up:

"Hurry up the battle. The Demon Bearded Dragon has been killed. We will quickly seize the western region of Shagang, which borders the land of Red Flame."

"Yes!"

While Guan Hong was muttering, Wei Zhong was shuttling through the mountains, gathering intelligence around him, and then returned to a valley.

The valley is full of vitality and abundant spiritual energy. It is a place that Wei Zhong found for Deng Hanwen and others to heal their injuries.

No one wants to stay in someone else's personal paradise all the time.

Such death is not in one's control and is not what high-level cultivators wish for.

When Wei Zhong returned to the valley, An Yuxuan opened her eyes and came out of the breathing regulation state.

"Friend Wei is back, I wonder how things are going?"

Wei Zhong looked serious:

“There are some problems. The outer circle is the territory of the seventh-level demon dragon. I saw more than one seventh-level perfect demon dragon appearing.

"It's quite difficult for the four of us to leave."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at the other two.

Deng Hanwen and Min Lingheng opened their eyes and sighed:

"It's us who are holding Fellow Daoist Wei back."

It has been more than three months since the three of them suffered the backlash.

After recuperation for many days, there was no improvement at all.

Therefore, the evacuation was delayed.

"Fellow Daoist Deng, what are you talking about? As fellow Daoists, we should help each other and overcome difficulties together.

"Instead of thinking about this kind of thing, why not focus on healing...

"By the way, I wonder if Brother Deng has recovered after taking the Dragon Blood Pill?"

(End of this chapter)