Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Only one original flame is taken, and one copy is made for future use."

His figure flashed frequently, day and night without stopping, and within three days, no one in Wutan City noticed anything unusual.

Before returning, he secluded himself for two days, and all the first to ninth-grade Douhuang pills were produced; he then secluded himself for three more days, and the first to ninth-grade Douzong pills were also formed.

After taking the pills, Xiao Yu and Ya Fei sat quietly to regulate their breathing, and their auras rose steadily. In less than half a month, they both broke through to the Nine-Star Dou Zong realm.

At the same time, he separated and replicated the solidified chaotic power and the protective energy one by one, and his cultivation level rose three feet a day like the rising tide.

"Even if a Dou Di personally arrives at the peak of the Golden Core realm, he can be killed with a single thought."

An ordinary Golden Core cultivator probably couldn't even withstand a single palm strike from a Dou Zong. But he was no ordinary person—he was Zhong Guohong, who had lived two lives and whose soul still resided at the pinnacle of the God King realm.

The cultivation sequence in the Dou Qi Continent progresses from shallow to deep: Dou Qi (levels 1 to 9), Dou Zhe, Dou Shi, Da Dou Shi, Dou Ling, Dou Wang, Dou Huang, Dou Zong, Dou Zun, Dou Zun Peak (levels 1 to 10), Ban Sheng, Dou Sheng, Dou Sheng Peak, Dou Di.

Each rank is divided into one to nine stars, except for the peak of Dou Zun, which has a ten-turn distinction; Half-Saint is stronger than a ten-turn Dou Zun, but weaker than a newly entered Dou Sheng; the peak of Dou Sheng is the time when bloodline is cleansed and reborn.

The moonlight was soft and warm that night. Ya Fei and Xiao Yu leaned against him, their eyes sparkling with spring, their breaths slightly ragged. Zhong Guohong paused for a moment, then turned and stepped into the replica Earth.

"Instead of proceeding cautiously step by step, it's better to strike at the root of the problem."

He stepped into the time acceleration zone and adjusted the flow rate to its limit.

"A billion yuan in a second equals a century in 3D; becoming a god? It's just a breath away."

He focused intently on both physical training and internal energy cultivation.

Having been reborn, his soul remained at the peak of the God-King realm, without ever falling even slightly.

In less than a century within the Accelerated Domain, his physical body and true essence both reached the peak of the dual God King realm.

In the outside world, the actual passage of time is not even a blink of an eye.

The moment his cultivation level surged, he broke through the barrier.

His divine sense swept across the entire Dou Qi Continent, and all the cultivation manuals, fragments, rubbings, and essential formulas were drawn into his sea of ​​consciousness, like rivers flowing into the sea, without missing a single word.

With a slight thought, a complete world appeared in the treasure basin—a replica of the Dou Qi Continent.

The mountains and rivers remain as before, the grass and trees are as they were, the city stands as it always has, but there is not a single person in sight.

The entire process was so fast that it didn't even take a blink of an eye. All the strange fires in the sky and on the ground had silently gained a clone.

He stepped into the replicated Earth once again, deliberately dissipating all his cultivation.

The vast energy flowed upstream and returned entirely to the treasure basin.

In an instant, his body refinement and qi cultivation levels dropped to zero, as if he had never cultivated at all.

"Strength and weakness are determined by the mind. Since we have established ourselves in this world, we should cultivate the laws of this world."

Stepping out of the replicated Earth, he sat cross-legged, unrolled the ancient scroll of the Burning Technique, and began to truly cultivate the techniques of the Dou Qi Continent by brushing his fingertips across the yellowed pages.

"There are only twenty-three kinds of strange fire in the world, but I have one hundred and eight kinds in my hands."

Zhong Guohong, whose physical and mental cultivation levels had both reached zero, chose the Void Devouring Flame as his first breakthrough point.

His divine sense had already reached the peak of the God King realm, so refining this flame was merely a matter of lifting a finger.

"The Nine Stars of the Fighter, let's stop here for now."

Back in his room, he lay down on the soft couch that Ya Fei and Xiao Yu had shared.

A faint fragrance lingered by his pillow. He tossed and turned, but eventually drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Ya Fei opened her eyes and was stunned: "Brother Hong, your cultivation level...?"

"Let's start practicing from scratch," he replied calmly.

His soul reigns supreme among gods, yet his physical body remains like that of a newborn child—but in this world of Battle Through the Heavens, he still stands at the pinnacle.

"Isn't overwhelming power a good thing?" Xiao Yu asked softly.

His blood surged through his veins, yet his body was as thin as paper. For the first time, he tasted the true feeling of "inexhaustible flow".

"This feeling has never been so exhilarating."

His soul seemed to break free of his body and ascend, and he remained immersed in it for a long time.

Despite his frail physique, he still managed to overwhelm Ya Fei and Xiao Yu with his endless output, leaving them utterly powerless.

After finishing his morning lessons and breakfast, he immediately began studying the Eight Extremes Collapse.

"The Eight Extremes Collapse in Yao Lao's ring and the Nine-fold Thunder Blade in the Devouring Starry Sky are similar in spirit."

He quickly mastered the Eight Extremes Collapse technique, and then, based on the stacking logic of the Nine-fold Thunder Blade, deduced a new style of boxing—the Stacking Wave Fist.

When his cultivation level surged, he had already read through and memorized all the cultivation techniques and secret manuals on the entire continent.

Xiao Yan was going to study at Jialan Academy, and Zhong Guohong had no intention of staying in Wutan City any longer.

In the heart of the mainland, Zhongzhou, one might truly encounter some novel experiences.

Once outside Wutan City, he raised his hand and a sleek, silver-gray armored vehicle crashed to the ground.

"Brother Hong, what... is this?" Ya Fei looked up at the enormous thing in front of her, her voice trembling slightly.

The four girls in the family all call him "Brother Hong".

Xiao Yan and Xiao Ning always called him "Brother Zhong".

"A mode of transportation I made myself." He said casually, as if he were talking about how many bowls of rice he had eaten that day.

He didn't want to suffer any more hardships in his life. He could use whatever he wanted from the treasure bowl without having to worry about any reasons.

With the autopilot set up, he led the four people into the carriage—the ceiling was a flowing blue sky and white clouds, the floor was a soft carpet, and the light and shadow by the window changed at will.

The armored vehicle silently lifted off the ground, soaring into the air at three times the speed of sound, tearing through the airflow and heading straight for the heart of Central China.

After finishing her training, Ya Fei put on an apron and went to the kitchen, Xiao Mei chopped vegetables, Xiao Yu washed rice, and Yun Yun controlled the stove to keep it warm.

After finishing a hot lunch, Chung Kwok-hung tapped the control panel and accelerated the car again.

Half an hour later, the silver shadow descended from the sky and hovered steadily.

"We've arrived in Zhongzhou," he said with a smile.

"So fast?" Xiao Yu was stunned, her fingertips still covered in rice grains.

"It can be even faster." He waved his hand. "The Dou Qi Continent isn't very big to begin with. Traveling at ten times the speed of light would take only a blink of an eye. If we open a wormhole, crossing star systems would be a matter of a moment."

Ya Fei jumped out of the car, looked around, and frowned slightly: "Why is there no one here?"

"The mountains are clear, the water is still, and it's not too far from the city—just what I want—I'll build my house here."

"How do we build it?" Xiao Mei asked, standing on tiptoe to look around.

"Yes." Before the words were finished, a golden-red streak of light suddenly appeared, and the Rising Sun spaceship came to a quiet stop.

Let alone a Dou Di, even an existence far surpassing a Dou Di could not leave a scratch on the hull with a full-force attack.

As for the ultra-strong glass of the portholes, although it is slightly inferior to metal, it has firmly reached the threshold of being the strongest and most precious.

Once inside the cabin, Zhong Guohong pointed out each item: "This is the air conditioner, this is the remote control..."

"Brother Hong, how do I start the 3D projector?" Ya Fei pointed her finger at the panel.

He randomly pulled up a video—a documentary of his early travels with Pan Qiaoyun.

After a two-hour lesson, he asked questions about the details, and the four students answered fluently.

"They all have good comprehension skills, so naturally their lives are getting more and more comfortable."

After staying at the mountain villa for a few more days, he led everyone on foot for several kilometers and entered Zhongzhou City.