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

Chapter 582 Rebellious Dao Ancestor, Return to Reality

Wei Zhong, or rather, Hunyuan Daozun or Immortal Venerable, has indeed become somewhat lost.

The extensive division of life essence seems to have caused some unpredictable changes in Wei Zhong.

But with the arrow already on the bowstring, Wei Zhong had no way to turn back.

Beset by internal and external troubles, he was unable to break through the Dao Ancestor bottleneck, and the Time Immortal Palace in the outside world was pressing him hard.

Wei Zhong had lost count of how many times he had evaded the Time Palace's attacks in the Immortal Realm.

After so many times, the name of the Primordial Immortal Venerable even became famous within the Immortal Realm.

Many Grand Luo Immortals of the Immortal Palaces regarded the capture and killing of Wei Zhong as an unparalleled achievement. The Dao Ancestors of the Immortal Palaces even issued a reward, offering a chance to the Dao Ancestor to anyone who could kill the "Primordial Immortal Venerable".

Under such measures, Wei Zhong almost dared not reveal his true form in the Immortal Realm.

Fortunately, Wei Zhong cultivated many laws, and many of them had already formed their own Great Laws, enabling him to achieve the position of Great Luo Immortal. He could use other ordinary laws to make his appearance as a Great Luo Immortal.

After pondering for a long time on the Great Dao of Destiny, Wei Zhong finally realized a cruel truth: his path had failed!
The path to destiny is not profound.

It is not even as advanced or powerful as the laws of time and space.

However, the fact that he had to occupy all the myriad paths of the immortal realm to become the Dao Ancestor destined Wei Zhong to fail.

Wei Zhong bid farewell to Wen Shao, the Reincarnation Immortal Venerable, terminated the Life Essence Plan, and began traveling through the Immortal Realm to search for variables.

Over the course of millions of years, Wei Zhong cultivated more and more paths, to the point that he could no longer count them all.

His physical body was not even able to fully withstand so much of the Great Dao, so he combined all his knowledge and skills to forge an unparalleled immortal artifact.

The book has ten thousand pages and is titled "The Treasure Trove of Time".

It encompasses all of Wei Zhong's lifelong learning and is considered the supreme Daoist text, the foundation of Hunyuan (primordial chaos).

Having refined this treasure, Wei Zhong felt a profound understanding of the myriad principles of Hunyuan Wandao.

Their strength has increased dramatically, becoming incredibly powerful.

In the Hundred Palaces Era, Wei Zhong wandered the Immortal City.

Several Daoist masters joined forces to calculate the secrets of heaven and find the location.

He dispatched six of his Grand Luo Immortals to surround and kill them.

With a ratio of six to one, the "six" are none other than the elite of the Great Luo Immortal Palace, including those from the Time, Space, and Five Elements Immortal Palaces.

However, despite such a powerful formation, not even a scrap of Wei Zhong's clothing was left behind.

Wei Zhong was unharmed, while the six Great Luo Immortals were all seriously injured, even their own Great Daos suffered severe damage.

Three months later, two people died and four people declined; two people perished and the cultivation level of the four people dropped to Taiyi.

Such formidable strength shocked the rogue cultivators and horrified the immortal palace cultivators.

For a time, no one dared to accept the mission to subdue Wei Zhong.

They didn't even dare to use it as a pretext to show off their power and fame.

They were terrified that the elusive Hunyuan Immortal Venerable might suddenly appear and erase their Great Luo Dao Fruit.

Why cultivate the Tao for tens of thousands of years, only to achieve this little bit of Taoist skill?

Why fight a fight out of momentary impulse?
After the Great Luo was defeated, the Dao Ancestor was next to fall.

One day, Wei Zhong was enjoying himself in the mortal world when suddenly the world changed. The blue sky above his head was covered by red clouds, like the sunset glow.

But this sunset was too red, a red that burned the heart, a red that melted the blood, a red that scorched the bones...

The mere appearance of such an anomaly can instantly transform the vibrant mortal world into a death abyss.

When mortals die, all living beings perish.

Wei Zhong watched all this calmly, his palms flipping, and various laws of light swirled within them, transforming into a vast expanse of profound light that covered the heavens and earth.

The soul was pulled back, the body was rebuilt, the house was reconstructed, and the mountains and forests grew again...

With a flick of Wei Zhong's wrist, the world was restored.

With a casual wave of his hand, heaven and earth changed once again, and he entered the void from the mortal realm.

Wei Zhong gazed at the red clouds not far away and murmured:

"Fire burns the nine heavens, earth buries the ten thousand abysses."

"You must be Dao Ancestor Fen Yuan?"

"For a dignified Dao Ancestor to engage in such a battle that affects all living beings is truly not the demeanor one would expect from a Dao Ancestor."

Upon hearing Wei Zhong's words, a figure slowly emerged from the crimson clouds. He wore a long, golden-red robe, a scarlet crown covering his head, and his eyes revealed a hint of mockery and a touch of ridicule.
"They are nothing but ants in the mortal realm. Why should I, the Dao Ancestor, hold back in a contest of magic..."

His words were full of the arrogance of someone in a high position.

Wei Zhong frowned as he listened, then sighed heavily:
"I thought that the realm of the Dao Ancestor would be different. But the immortals are ultimately cultivated by humans, demons, and monsters, and are originally part of the myriad living beings, so they are naturally bound by the mundane."

"You are not even as good as the ants I have ever seen in the mortal world."

Wei Zhong shook his head slightly, showing no fear in the face of the Dao Ancestor.

He lacked an assessment of his own strength and took the opportunity to test it with the person in front of him.

Upon hearing Wei Zhong's words, Dao Ancestor Fenyuan was not angered; he merely smiled and raised his hand to rub the red clouds around him.
"No matter how you try to argue, I have been entrusted by several fellow Daoists to come here today, and I am determined to capture you."

"Before we begin, let me ask you one last question."

"The Lord of the Time Immortal Palace, Wu Hui, once said that as long as you are willing to become his subordinate Immortal Venerable, he will forgive your past sins and ensure your safety."

"Are you willing?"

“So it’s a masterpiece…” Wei Zhong’s voice trailed off, becoming almost inaudible, then he raised his head, a smile appearing on his face:
"To become someone else's horse dog is not the aspiration of us humans and immortals."

"Enough with the nonsense. You old man Fen Yuan, you came to me today not to kill me on the spot, but to do so. If that's the case, why bother being a go-between for others?"
"Could it be that as the Dao Ancestor, you are afraid of that person?"

Upon hearing this, Fen Yuan's eyes turned red. He had previously endured Wei Zhong's ridicule, comparing him to a mere ant, but he had never seen the other party in such a state.

However, the moment the Lord of the Time Palace was mentioned, and the two were compared in strength, the other party immediately flew into a rage.

The word "fear," in particular, seemed to have stepped on the latter's tail, causing his face to contort in a ferocious expression, with crimson flames squeezing out from between his teeth:

"What a sharp-tongued youngster! I'll take you down and see if you really have such sharp tongue."

As soon as he said this, the crimson clouds spread out from his body.

Crimson clouds blanketed the sky and earth, resembling a deep abyss of purgatory.

This is the origin of the name of the Dao Ancestor of Burning Abyss.

Wei Zhong took a step, and the power of spacetime extended from his toes, intending to escape this place.

Unexpectedly, they ran headlong into a crimson cage.

The invincible power of spacetime was completely ineffective in front of the Dao Ancestor.

"It's useless. My power comes directly from the long river of Heavenly Dao laws. How can your meager immortal tricks be a match for the true Heavenly Dao rules?"

Wei Zhong turned around and frowned, his eyes flashing with the light of laws. He saw a long ribbon hanging down from the sky, like a rein tied around Fen Yuan's waist.

"This is... the Dao Ancestor?"
"I thought that at least I was at the Dao Ancestor level, so what difference could there be? But I didn't expect that I would still be bound by the Heavenly Dao just like a Heavenly Immortal or a Great Luo Immortal."

"How is this any different from a common dog?" Wei Zhong rubbed his chin.

“Hmph, brat,” Fen Yuan glared and replied, “How could you possibly fathom the realm of a Dao Ancestor?”
“We are not slaves to the Great Dao, but its true masters.”

"My mark is already deeply embedded in the River of Laws. What is presented here using the Law Ribbon is merely a projection of the full power of this Dao."

"How can a mere Great Luo who relies on the Great Dao for sustenance compare to us?"

As they spoke, the other party stirred up the Crimson Abyss, and endless red clouds rushed towards Wei Zhong.

Upon seeing this, Wei Zhong's expression turned slightly more serious.

He opened his palm, and the "Time Capsule" appeared in his hand. 'In the Great Luo Realm, a Human Immortal can form their own Great Dao within their body.'

'Although I have attained much enlightenment, my physical body is not suitable as a vessel, so I have refined the Dao into a treasure.'

'Using this treasure as a vessel, can we emulate the Dao Ancestor of the Immortal Realm?'
'If a supreme treasure is powerful enough, comparable to the River of Time, is it possible to achieve the position of Dao Ancestor by refining it?'

This thought inexplicably popped into Wei Zhong's mind, and when he looked up again, his eyes were already filled with crimson clouds...

A hundred days later, the red clouds dissipated, leaving only Fen Yuan standing there, his eyes gazing into the distance, his gaze cold as he looked eastward.

A streak of silver light disappeared into the horizon.

"What a young man! You're only at the Great Luo Realm, yet your strength is so formidable?"

As he uttered these words, his body shattered with a crash, and a wisp of his true spirit appeared, returning to the River of Heaven through the ribbon of laws connected to the Heavenly Dao.

Wei Zhong appeared not far away, looking at the ribbons fluttering in the sky, and a bold idea suddenly popped into his mind.

The laws of spacetime were derived in Wei Zhong's hands, with multiple laws layered upon each other.

It eventually solidified into a plum blossom mark, which floated out from the palm of the hand and soared into the sky, closely following the "ribbon" of the law.

Wei Zhong wanted to see what would happen next, but his soul trembled and he was pulled out of the Mirror of Rebirth.

He awoke from his physical body within the Nine Provinces Cave, holding a mirror in front of him, his face filled with bewilderment.

"So, so this is the origin of the Time Capsule?"

With hands clasped together, the Mirror of Rebirth was retrieved.

Wei Zhong took out the "Time Capsule" and looked at the stacks of pages, his eyes filled with even more confusion.

Wei Zhong was certain that the reincarnation he had just experienced was not an illusion.

After all, the Mirror of Rebirth is a sacred object containing the laws of reincarnation, not a treasure of illusion.

All cycles of reincarnation are traceable.

"But why does it seem so real this time? It's beyond what a sacred object could possibly encompass."

Wei Zhong was puzzled. The power of the Law of Reincarnation appeared between his fingers. As if sensing something, he looked up at the sky. His consciousness drifted and floated infinitely upward, where he saw a half-disc suspended in the gap between the Heavenly Dao and reality.

"That is?"

Wei Zhong raised his hand to grab it, but his consciousness slipped away.

Even though their eyes could see so clearly, the two were worlds apart, as if separated by an insurmountable chasm.

This situation puzzled Wei Zhong even more.

I initially thought I had gotten a lot of answers from this opportunity. But the more I learned, the more questions I had.

"Wei Zhong, Hunyuan. Who am I, really?"
"Is it a reincarnated being, a clone of one's life essence, or a true spirit that reincarnated after the Primordial Daoist lost all his life essence and memories?"

Wei Zhong was puzzled, and no one could answer his question.

He wiped his nose; the fragrance of the Azure Lotus had dissipated. It was because this substance was exhausted that Wei Zhong was forced to leave the Mirror of Rebirth.

"Next time, you'll have to prepare more."

Wei Zhong stood up, his body and consciousness rising in sync, traversing space to reach the location of the Heavenly Dao of the Nine Provinces.

With his eyes surveying this void, Wei Zhong planted the Azure Lotus.

“Nourishment with the power of the Middle Thousand Worlds is not necessarily worse than planting it in a spiritual vein.”

After completing this task, Wei Zhongcai returned to his cave to process the memories of his reincarnation.

After a hundred days, the power of law in Wei Zhong's hands grew, and the shattered cave dwelling was restored.

Wei Zhong attempted to recreate the palm strike that restored all things in his memories of reincarnation.

Unfortunately, the gap between the two was too great, and no matter how hard Wei Zhong tried, he could not replicate even a fraction of it.

"The strength of Hunyuan is beyond my current reach."

Wei Zhong sighed softly, then abandoned the technique and began absorbing other content.

Perhaps thanks to the precious cultivation experiences in the cycle of reincarnation, Wei Zhong's knowledge increased and his cultivation horizons expanded accordingly.

Compared to the past, Wei Zhong's understanding of the power of laws has greatly improved at this moment.

Taking out the claw of the Taiyi Demon Dragon Yunya, Wei Zhong examined it for a moment, and then, combining it with the Return to Truth Law, began to replicate the power of the law contained within it.

Chaotic light flickered between his fingers, and Wei Zhong's eyes gradually brightened.

One percent, two percent, three percent...

Half a day later, they had already achieved an 80% similarity.

"This law can perhaps be described as cosmic erosion, which erodes all things, whether real or illusory."

"The real world and all things cannot escape its erosive and annihilating power, just like the demise of the universe."

“Illusory things, such as the power of laws, no matter how strong or high-ranking the law is, will dissipate under its constant erosion.”

"Is this why my power of spacetime can still be destroyed?"

Wei Zhong was amazed and accelerated the replication and reshaping process, attempting to incorporate this peculiar power of law into his own power.

After a hundred days, Wei Zhong finally replicated the last 20%.

The complete Law of Erosion was displayed in Wei Zhong's hands, and it was almost identical to the power on the broken dragon claw.

The only difference is in quantity.

"Next time we face Yunya, he'll probably stare wide-eyed in disbelief!"

Wei Zhong then began to imitate the various laws and powers within the memories of reincarnation.

At the same time, by absorbing the heritage of the Nine Provinces, Wei Zhongzhen has indeed condensed many new laws and Dao seeds.

One of them even had a power that was 70-80% similar to that of the Burning Abyss Dao Ancestor. This discovery made Wei Zhong increasingly eager to see what kind of bold move the Primordial Dao Venerable had made back then.

"Dong dong!"

As the spirit bell rang, Wei Zhong's divine sense extended, and he immediately saw several Mahayana practitioners requesting an audience.

Wei Zhong rolled up his sleeves, his figure vanished, and the space in front of the three Mahayana cultivators shattered before rapidly healing.

When Wei Zhong appeared, the world became clear, and even the anxiety of the three was dispelled.

"What business do you have with seeking this Daoist?"

The three men were filled with trepidation and bowed respectfully.
"Greetings, Lord Thunder!"
"The three of us have come here to seek a way out for Fellow Daoist Jingzhu."

"Jingzhu, Hua Jingzhu?"

Not only was the name unfamiliar to Wei Zhong, but he was also unfamiliar with the several Mahayana cultivators from the Nine Provinces standing before him.

The era of Wei Zhongzhi is far removed from that time.

The current seven, no, there should be eight Mahayana masters in Kyushu.

They were all younger people whom Wei Zhong was not familiar with.

This Mahayana practitioner named Hua Jingzhu was the "youngest" among them, having only entered the Mahayana realm a few thousand years ago.

"Did something go wrong?"

As he inquired, Wei Zhong simultaneously extended his divine sense and immediately saw a person sitting cross-legged in a valley a hundred miles away.

His face was deathly pale, and a chaotic, mysterious light was eroding his body.

Wei Zhong had just become familiar with such power.

"Hmph, a dignified Taiyi, shameless!"

(End of this chapter)