Longzang

Chapter 208 No comparison, no harm

Wei Yuan's severed left leg had been burned to ashes by the black fire, resulting in the loss of that portion of his primordial spirit cultivation. The ghostly fire, of unknown origin, was extremely domineering, burning away his entire left leg in just a few breaths, leaving Wei Yuan no time to save it. However, the short blade was now lying within Wei Yuan's Dao foundation, and he would have plenty of time to study it later.

At this moment, a palm-sized bud above Wei Yuan's head was shimmering, radiating abundant vitality that flowed into Wei Yuan's left leg. At its center, a shadowy leaf was slowly rotating, seemingly observing the world.

Although the One Wonder Tree is still a sapling, it is, after all, transformed from the life-giving fruit of the Seven Wonder Tree, possessing extremely strong regenerative power. Wei Yuanxin's left leg is already growing, but it's not growing from small to large; rather, it directly outlines the complete shape of his left leg and then gradually fills it in.

In Wei Yuan's perception, his left leg could only move slightly at this moment, and he had no strength at all.

The small hill looked quite nice, and Wei Yuan was just about to rest there and wait for his left leg to heal when he suddenly sensed something. He saw several figures outlined on the summit of another small hill. The witch appeared and stared coldly at him, her eyes filled with murderous intent that was almost overflowing.

Wei Yuan felt a chill run down his spine. This witch was truly persistent; how could she always find him? He glanced down and saw that a trace of ghostly fire at the base of his leg had not been completely extinguished and was tug-of-war with his Dao power.

At this moment, Wei Yuan's Dao power still contained a trace of the Immortal Tree's aura, but even this was insufficient to suppress the Netherfire; in fact, it was slightly weaker. He could only gradually wear down the Netherfire. The witch must have sensed this trace of Netherfire, which was why she had tracked him down from thousands of miles away.

Despite the approaching enemy, Wei Yuan remained undaunted. He stood on one leg, holding the immortal sword, Sorrow.

This immortal sword is truly mediocre in power, only slightly stronger than a disgraceful immortal sword like Silk Rain. But if the witch dares to overestimate herself and attack, Wei Yuan wouldn't mind letting her taste the true power of the Parting Sorrow sword aura.

But the priestess stood quietly, neither approaching nor leaving.

Wei Yuan's heart sank slightly; he knew she was waiting for help. This witch had many tricks up her sleeve and was quite troublesome. Fortunately, he had used his skills to snatch a pair of butterfly daggers first, which was like pulling out one of her claws. Otherwise, the outcome would have been uncertain.

The standoff lasted only a short time, when suddenly a shadow appeared beside the priestess. The shadow stretched out and revealed a dignified and imposing priest.

His face bore a striking resemblance to that of a human, and by human standards, he was extremely handsome. He also possessed an air of domineering arrogance that surpassed even Cui Yu's. Xiao Yu's beauty was slightly better than his, but she lacked his domineering presence.

Seeing him, Wei Yuan felt as if he were seeing a mountain range!
His Dao Foundation didn't radiate light, but everything around him was slightly distorted, the distortion extending for thousands of feet! Looking at him, Wei Yuan felt as if he were seeing the great star in the sky that his teacher, the Master of Heaven and Earth Theory, had once described—a star capable of drawing objects billions of miles away.

Wei Yuan immediately understood that this was a great shaman, and not just any ordinary great shaman!

Wei Yuan immediately prepared to flee. One witch was troublesome enough, and now there was another great witch. If they were separated and fighting one-on-one, Wei Yuan might consider trying to maneuver, but not now that he only had one and a half legs.

The sorcerer looked at Wei Yuan with an unusually gentle expression, devoid of any hostility or murderous intent, but rather filled with curiosity.

But Wei Yuan wasn't fooled. He was already considering whether to return to his original world immediately. This place was quite far from where he had planted the mark, and if he returned to his original world, he would likely end up underground again, with a very low chance of being discovered.

Just as Wei Yuan was thinking about his escape route, something flew over like lightning and headed straight for his face!

Wei Yuan casually slashed the thing down with his sword, producing a metallic clang. The thing struggled desperately after hitting the ground, constantly emitting buzzing sounds.

What Wei Yuan had slain was a gigantic insect, the size of a washbasin, resembling a wasp magnified dozens of times. Its body was covered in scales that shimmered with a metallic sheen. On its back were two rows of small green eyes that constantly moved.

After being struck by the immortal sword, it was engulfed in platinum flames and writhed in agony. Wei Yuan cleaved its back open with a single sword strike, severing one of its wings and leaving a deep wound.

Even a single insect in the Netherworld is this troublesome? Although Sorrow isn't particularly formidable, he still possesses the foundation of a Celestial Sword, equivalent to a Human-level Dao Foundation cultivator. How could such a sword strike fail to kill even an insect?

Wei Yuan initially thought this was a tactic used by his opponent, but when he glanced over, he saw the priestess's expression change drastically. She was wielding her sword and relentlessly slashing down swarms of giant flies. There were clearly more flies on the other side.

The great shaman remained calm, but instead of standing idly by, he joined forces with the witches and priests to begin building a protective shed on the spot.

Seeing their actions, Wei Yuan suddenly remembered something, strained his eyes, and looked in the direction from which the flies were coming. He saw a black tide appear on the distant horizon, with countless flying insects swarming in.

This is the Flying Sky, one of the natural disasters of the Netherworld!

Wei Yuan cursed Dream Eater in his heart, using extremely harsh language. He had clearly used weather forecasting magic before coming here, and the result was no wind or rain, but instead, he had encountered a day of flies? Moreover, when Dream Eater mentioned the natural disaster, he hadn't said that these flies were each two feet long!
The Frost Fly has very peculiar habits. It generally does not attack buildings, but only living things and devours the soul. Moreover, it comes and goes like the wind and never stays in one place. Therefore, the Witch Clan has a fixed method for dealing with the Frost Fly. The first thing to do is to build fortifications.

The fortifications do not need to be particularly sturdy, but they must at least be able to withstand the impact and climbing of swarms of flies. Otherwise, if they are collapsed by the flies, even a great shaman will be doomed.

On the mountain peak, the witches and sorcerers took out the construction components and began to build.

All the components were pre-crafted magical artifacts, ready to be used at any time. However, there was a limit to the number of magical artifacts that could be refined into one's primordial spirit, limited by the strength of the primordial spirit and the foundation of one's cultivation. Each of these witches and sorcerers could produce three large components, indicating a fairly high level of cultivation.

However, if such components are refined into one's primordial spirit, they will crowd out the space of a true magical artifact, significantly impacting combat power. Among the cultivators of the Primordial Palace, Xiao Yu and Bao Yun, for example, haven't even refined top-grade magical artifacts into their primordial spirits, precisely to reserve space for future magical treasures. The Wu Clan members were skilled, and their component design was quite reasonable; in the blink of an eye, they erected a protective shed about ten feet square and half a foot high. Once the shed was complete, all the Wu Clan members filed inside, including the imposing Great Wu Clan member, and then closed the door tightly.

The protective shed was just too small, and it was immediately packed with people.

As Wei Yuan watched the enormous witch clan members disappear into the small protective shed, he inexplicably remembered something called canned food that Xu Wenwu had mentioned.

Inside the protective tent, the witch stared at Wei Yuan, who was still standing there blankly, and said resentfully, "Letting him be bitten to death by the cold flies like this is too good for him!"

The high shaman leaned against a corner, and although the other shamans were jostling each other to avoid touching his divine body, he still had no room to turn around. Looking at Wei Yuan, who was still standing there blankly, Shengxin said with a hint of regret, "The Frost Fly is how this world cleans up outsiders. He clearly doesn't know how to protect himself, and he's probably doomed. Alas, this world will lose another interesting opponent in the future."

"My Lady, we already have enough enemies!" the priestess said, somewhat discontented.

Saint Heart had a very good temper and didn't mind her offense, laughing and saying, "That's true."

Another wizard laughed, "He's all alone. No matter what, he can't build any fortifications. It's too late to escape now. He's doomed this time! Lady Huixin can finally vent her anger."

The priestess gritted her teeth and said, "It's still too easy on him."

At this moment, Wei Yuan also faced two choices: either return to his original world immediately, or try to survive and see just how terrifying the Flying Sky really was, and also see how the Witch Clan dealt with it.

Seeing that the Wu Clan had set up protective sheds and seemed to be sitting on the sidelines, Wei Yuan's expression suddenly changed. He felt that the surrounding world had become sticky, as if he had been stuck in the Netherworld and was unable to return to his own world!

The way the chilling flies passed by actually had the effect of sealing off the heavens and earth? Wei Yuan hesitated for a moment, now he could not leave.

At this moment, Wei Yuan's mind raced, and he made a decision in the blink of an eye. It was just a protective shed, wasn't it? After building several cities in succession and reading Xu Wenwu's insights, Wei Yuan had developed his own understanding of architecture, integrating the strengths of his own world and other worlds.

A flash of light appeared in his hand, and a large, square flat cauldron appeared. He stuck it into the ground, and it became a low wall about half a zhang long. Then Wei Yuan stuck two more flat cauldrons in, and they connected to form a wall.

Wei Yuan produced another square-headed, three-legged, flat cauldron and inserted it into the already placed cauldron. The three legs, arranged in a row, fit perfectly into the cauldron's opening below, and with a soft click, they were locked together seamlessly. This flat cauldron, once inserted, became a normal wall about ten feet high.

Light flashed continuously in Wei Yuan's hands, and flat cauldrons appeared one after another, instantly forming four walls. Then, the cauldrons were placed horizontally to form the roof. Each of the four cauldrons forming the walls had a corresponding notch, which, when put together, formed two windows, each less than a foot in size, just large enough for a fly to pass through. One window faced the swarm of flies, and the other faced the witch clan, so Wei Yuan could see what they were doing.

Each window is topped with a flat tripod; when opened, it becomes a window; when closed, it becomes a wall. Naturally, there are also hinges for the opening and closing mechanism, which is rather crude—simply several miniature immortal swords twisted together. The window panels also have latches, forming a five-story pagoda. A pseudo-sun, an immortal sword, sits on the roof, providing moisture and illumination.

The entire house rose from the ground in a matter of breaths, then was enveloped in light and merged into one. It was all part of Wei Yuan's Dao Foundation, which Wei Yuan could mold however he wanted.

Then, before the shamans appeared a stone house, about ten and a half feet in diameter and ten feet high, clearly sturdy and heavy, with warm light shining from its windows. And such a large house was only meant for one person!?

Wei Yuan's eyes appeared behind the small window, observing the Wu Clan.

The several witches were stunned, yet also deeply saddened.

They would fight tooth and nail over who could bring an extra component or refine one less, sometimes even requiring the intervention of a sorcerer to quell the conflict. Apart from genius sorceresses like Huixin, other sorcerer clans needed at least two members to leave the kingdom, because even the smallest protective shelter required six components, and two sorcerer clans were needed to refine them into their primordial spirit.

If they were in Wei Yuan's situation, they would wish to build only a small box, three feet square and two feet high, just big enough to hold themselves.

One of the witches wanted nothing more than to pounce on Wei Yuan and bite him a few times, saying viciously, "This dog definitely didn't make a floor!"

All the wizards and witches, including Huixin, nodded in unison.

At this moment, Wei Yuan's mind flashed through the entire process of the Wu Clan building the protective shed, and he felt as if he had overlooked something. His divine sense was like lightning, and he instantly remembered that the first component of the Wu Clan's structure was laid on the ground.

Looking at the muddy ground, Wei Yuan realized that a floorboard was missing, and the fortification was not completely sealed off. This was easy to fix; with just a thought and a few flashes of light, a thick floorboard appeared beneath Wei Yuan's feet, along with a carpet on top of it.

Wei Yuan looked around the room and felt it was a bit empty, so he moved some stone tables and chairs out from the Dao Foundation and arranged them nicely. There were even some tea sets on the tables, although the stone tea sets looked a bit rough.

Everything is ready, except for the fruits. I wonder when the laurel branch will bear some fruit.

By this time, the witch clan had seen everything Wei Yuan had done through the window, and even Shengxin stopped laughing.

(End of this chapter)