Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

That morning, Tang San led Xiao Wu out of the gates of Shrek Academy.

"A spicy hot pot restaurant? The sign is up again... Brother Lin is back?"

The two pushed open the door and entered.

The stairs creaked softly as Lin Quan descended slowly.

"Tang San, Xiao Wu."

"Brother Lin! Where have you been?"

"We killed several soul beasts."

"Where are Sister Zhuqing and Rongrong?"

"sleep."

"It's almost noon and you're still sleeping?" Xiao Wu blinked.

"I'm exhausted, I need to rest more."

Tang San lowered his eyes to hide the shock in them. Xiao Wu was right beside him, and he couldn't lose his composure, so he could only nod in agreement: "Yes... he really needs to rest."

"What level are you at now?" He paused, then asked.

"Invincible," Lin Quan answered decisively.

A being like Poseidon, known as a demigod in the outside world, is actually only at the Nascent Soul stage. Lin Quan knew very well: if a true god came, one punch would shatter his godhood and scatter his soul; if a God King arrived, he wouldn't even be able to touch the edge of Lin Quan's soul skills... The so-called God King of Douluo only had a maximum of twenty rings in his dual martial souls, while Lin Quan had 129,600 purple-gold soul rings in his dantian, each one forged from a thousand soul skills.

His strength was increasing too slowly, and he had long since grown impatient with the methodical cultivation. The Soul Devouring Demon Art was etched into his bones; killing to obtain the rings was far more satisfying and direct than meditation and breathing exercises.

He stayed at the hot pot restaurant for thirty-seven days. One morning, he opened the window, took a step out, and reappeared at the border of the divine realm.

His physical body withstood the divine lightning without being damaged, and with a sweep of his divine sense, all the divine beasts within a hundred miles had their heads blown off.

"Nine trials? Why bother?" he thought. "The Beast God Soul Ring is enough for them to ascend to godhood in one step."

The moment the thought arose, the others had already returned to Douluo Continent, and in another flash, the five women were already in the Wasteland of the God Realm.

He subdued the beast god, severing its spine and sealing its consciousness. Before the residual power dissipated, Zhu Zhuqing stepped forward to finish it off; Ning Rongrong collected the soul, Poseidon refined it, Qian Renxue guarded the scene, and Hu Liena protected the Dharma.

After the first battle, the five men were all granted divine status.

From then on, the gods of the divine realm saw him as a sign of impending doom. If he did not pursue them, the gods would crumble; if he did not kill them, the gods would perish. The more soul rings he devoured, the more condensed his divine consciousness became, and the thicker his soul power grew.

"Too many," he suddenly said.

He then stretched his shoulders and neck, and divided the soul power overflowing from his fingertips into five strands, which he then transferred into the bodies of the four women and Poseidon respectively... Gentle, long, neither scorching nor dry, like spring rain falling into the soil.

A second-level deity, whose soul fire extinguishes instantly.

The first-level deity's divine consciousness collapsed on the spot.

God-King? He crumbled with a mere wave of his hand.

Wherever Lin Quan passed, the gods and beasts of the divine realm retreated three thousand miles, not daring to look directly at his sharp edge.

"Having reached the pinnacle of the Soul Devouring Demon Art, his Divine Refinement Realm has reached the peak of a god."

"The Xuanhuang Body Refining Technique is now complete, making my physical body comparable to a top-grade divine artifact."

After his cultivation reached its limit, Lin Quan remained stagnant for more than half a year, making no further progress.

Both of their main cultivation techniques have been pushed to their limits, leaving no room for further development or exploitation.

He led Zhu Zhuqing and the others back to Douluo Continent, where they carved out an open space deep within Luoxia Ridge. With a flick of his fingertips, his soul power materialized... Stone served as the foundation, wood as the beams, water as the veins, and mountains as the screen, and a mountain villa built according to the terrain was quietly completed.

"Over the years, I've relied on strong bones and a steady mind, but I haven't delved into the details of my soul skills. Now that I've reached a high enough level, it's time to look down and appreciate these old crafts."

His soul power spread silently, covering the entire continent. He didn't keep an eye on sects or academies, but only on the moment a soul master made a move: some used Blue Silver Grass to entangle their enemies invisibly, some used the Eight Spider Lances to tear through space, some used the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire to manipulate the temperature of heaven and earth... Thousands of changes and myriad paths passed through his divine sense again and again.

"This move, 'Instant Step' combined with 'Shadow Bind,' can cover a three-breath opening."

"If the 'Thousand-Hand Guanyin' technique is integrated with the 'Illusory Image Seal,' it becomes a unified form of offense and defense."

"Good prospect, let's take him."

He practices the Soul-Devouring Demon Art and never minces words when it comes to his actions.

"Soul skills are essentially techniques driven by soul power, just like talismans, incantations, and hand seals."

"Now that my soul power is abundant and my consciousness is as solid as iron, creating my own set of techniques is not a difficult task."

With his mind calm, he stopped thinking about anything else and instead retrieved all the soul skill manuals, fragments, formulas, and battle examples circulating on the continent, disassembling, reassembling, and rehearsing them in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Watching others practice is not as good as doing it yourself.

Three months later, a technique called "Soul Condensation and Body Forging Method" was completed.

"Let's test it first... Tang San is the most suitable." With that thought, the entire attack method was imprinted into the opponent's mind.

"Compressing soul power increases density and leads to a qualitative change; repeated tempering eventually transforms quantitative change into a leap."

Having just settled down, he turned his attention to the method of refining soul power. After more than ten days of seclusion, he deduced the "Nine Revolutions Soul Refining Technique," which he passed on directly without verification.

Throughout the entire Douluo Continent, Tang San was the only one whose previous incarnation was from Earth. Lin Quan remembered this fact and used it.

"My soul orb can hold 129,600 soul rings; other people's martial souls can only hold up to nine rings."

He stayed up for more than ten nights, repeatedly rehearsing, revising, and resetting, finally settling on the "Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends Technique." After rehearsing it three times silently to ensure there were no obstacles, he then transmitted it to Tang San's mind remotely.

When this skill is cultivated to its highest level, a single martial soul can contain 108 rings... The power of one person is equivalent to that of hundreds of people cultivating together.

"Soul power drives the transformation of the martial soul. The stacking of hundreds of rings is not about accumulating numbers, but about accumulating power."

From then on, he spent his days deducing soul skills, dismantling spells, and integrating the old with the new; at night, he would chat and play with Zhu Zhuqing, Poseidon, and the others in the manor, sometimes swimming in the pond and gazing at the stars, sometimes brewing tea and discussing techniques. Occasionally, when he was in the mood, he would stay up for several hours without feeling tired. The days passed at a steady pace, but they were never wasted.

谷崤

Several years later, Lin Quan stopped creating new cultivation techniques and turned his attention to the soul skills themselves.

All previous achievements had already been passed on to Tang San.

Tang San now possesses over 180 soul skills, and in actual combat, his moves are unpredictable, without any blind spots or gaps, making his combat power consistently surpass that of demigods.

When Lin Quan comprehends a technique, he is never bound by any particular school or origin. Upon seeing a move called "Mirror Flash," he dissects its refraction trajectory; upon encountering a technique called "Gravity Domain," he analyzes its field pressure structure; upon hearing an ancient hymn, he records its rhythmic vibration frequency... He casually combines several seemingly unrelated soul skills into new variations.

"Soul skills are ultimately techniques, and techniques have attributes: time shift, space folding, yin and yang rotation, the five elements' mutual generation and restraint, wind and thunder turbulence... all can be used as weapons."

He used countless soul techniques to reverse the laws, pushing them deeper and deeper.

The Soul Devouring Demon Art doesn't rely on comprehension; it only increases soul power through devouring. In early battles, it was all about head-on clashes: fists shattered divine sparks, and soul pressure crushed divine consciousness. It was purely about quantity to win.

Things are different now.

Defenses that used to require a hundred points of soul power to penetrate can now be broken with a single point; killing moves that used to require three breaths to charge up can now be unleashed with the slightest thought.

It's like carrying a long beam. Before, you gripped both ends tightly with your hands, and your shoulders and back were cracked. Now, you gently support the middle with your palms, using minimal effort to move a great weight.

"His comprehension of the laws has reached the peak of the divine realm."

Even with his strength at its peak, he did not stop. He simply spread his divine sense like a net, traversing the God Realm and the Douluo Continent, sweeping over the figures of Soul Masters... Those who met the requirements were instantly teleported into the manor.

After an unknown amount of time, Tang San underwent tribulation and ascended to the God Realm.