Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

They removed a few rotten wooden strips from the window frame, rummaged around, and picked up a handful of dry thatch.

After struggling for more than ten minutes, repeatedly failing to start a fire by rubbing sticks together, my palms were burning with pain.

"The pain is back."

"I have not seen blood for countless ages."

"I'm so hungry my stomach is practically sticking to my back... I've finally come back to that feeling."

After a moment's thought, he spread out his straw mat, lay down, and went to sleep.

The resources in the Milky Way are vast and abundant, encompassing everything imaginable.

Only after losing something do you understand the weight of what you hold in your hands.

He insisted on reliving that path of hunger and cold.

Since the soul is immortal, at worst, one can simply change into a different body and start over.

When he woke up, the sky was just beginning to lighten, and Chung Kwok-hung got up and walked out of the dilapidated temple.

Half an hour later, a murky river appeared at the edge of the horizon.

He jumped into the water and washed thoroughly. The coolness soothed his skin, making him feel completely comfortable, and he almost didn't want to get out of the water.

"Gurgle..." The rumbling in my stomach started again.

He looked around and suddenly saw several wild fruit trees on the slope, their branches laden with green and red fruits, gleaming in the morning light.

"He's so skinny he's practically skin and bones, he can barely even light a fire, let alone barbecue. Don't even think about it."

Climb up the hillside, climb the crooked tree, pick a handful of fruit, swallow them in a few bites, and the sweet and sour juice rushes straight to your throat.

"It feels so comforting to be full."

"If we can avoid using a treasure trove or something that replicates the Milky Way, we will never reach out for it."

"When cultivation reaches its peak, all sensations like cold, heat, pain, and itching will gradually fade away..."

He patted his slightly rounder belly, picked up a few straw ropes to tie his waistband tightly, and turned to walk towards a dirt road in the distance.

The road surface was about eight feet wide, with deep and shallow grooves left by wheel wheels and craters left by horses' hooves.

The soil surface was bare, with no stones in sight and not even an inch of mortar.

"They've probably traveled back to ancient times."

The road before him, and the mottled ink characters on the broken walls of the dilapidated temple, all silently testify that this world is the ancient world he experienced in his first life.

"The Treasure Basin, the Chaos Bell, the God-Slaying Spear, and the Minghong Blade—they're all here. I carried them with me in my previous life, and I haven't lost a single one."

"Of the 360 ​​acupoints that form their own microcosms, only the one in the upper dantian sea of ​​consciousness remains now."

When the original universe collapsed, all three of his clones merged back into him.

Thoughts surged like a river, and Zhong Guohong kept moving forward without asking where he was going.

As the sun began to set, he stopped to rest and picked a handful of wild jujubes to fill his stomach.

"No pain, no gain."

"Have a few days of vegetarianism first, and then you'll know that meat is the ultimate taste of life."

He muttered a few old sayings to himself, then laid out his new straw bed and lay down fully clothed.

As for whether he would be bitten by mosquitoes or insects, or lurked by wild beasts—he didn't even blink.

A mosquito bite is just a brief itch and a sting; at worst, you might get poisoned.

The worst that can happen is that I can wear it again.

The most terrifying moments are those between life and death, but great opportunities often lie hidden in those life-or-death situations.

He was stuck at the peak of God King in his previous life, but he has no hurry to climb higher in this life.

Those long-lost touches, temperatures, the slight itch of the wind brushing against the skin... how can one not savor them when they are regained?

If you just pile up a few pills and sweep across the world in the blink of an eye, what's the point?

As the moon disappeared and the sun rose, Zhong Guohong opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the crisp mountain air fill his lungs. A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

"You only got bitten by mosquitoes last night, but didn't attract any wild animals?"

I glanced down at the scattered red bumps on my arms and legs, scratched them a couple of times, and felt a tingling, pleasant sensation that made me feel completely comfortable.

As the sun began to set, he looked around and decided to find a place to spend the night.

"There's a pond over there, shall we go take a look?"

He walked and rested all day, and when he encountered several people dressed in ancient costumes on the road, he kept his eyes down and remained silent.

Now he looks exactly like a beggar—ragged clothes, hair tied in straw rope, and blood seeping from cracks in the soles of his feet.

Who can say whether those ancient people who carried swords and knives were good or evil?

Some people, relying on their abilities, start by scolding and threatening to teach a lesson.

You might stare at him for too long, and the next moment your head will be rolling in the mud.

Zhong Guohong would never use his soul power unless he was driven to the brink of despair.

The body is currently too weak. When the divine sense is dispersed, it can barely cover three feet around the body, and it would be difficult to cover even an inch more.

Since he could once again experience the sensations of cold and warmth, hunger and satiety, pain, itching and numbness, he insisted on chewing and swallowing them bit by bit.

He divided his mind into eighty-one strands: one strand stabilized his breathing and heartbeat, supporting this physical body; the other eighty strands either sank into the realm of Pangu meditation or dissected and deduced various martial arts techniques and secret arts.

Having fallen from the universe of "Swallowed Star" to this world, the Treasure Basin and Chaos Bell have long since disappeared, leaving only his cultivation level in the Divine Refinement Realm.

More precisely, the miniature universe within the upper dantian continues to operate quietly, completely unharmed.

Want to become stronger? It's too easy. Just swallow a few pills and return to the pinnacle of the God-King realm in the blink of an eye.

He replicated the time acceleration zone on Earth, where one second in reality is equivalent to a hundred years in reality—he had already transformed the Australian region into a "Chung's Hourglass" that adjusts the flow of time accordingly.

In extreme conditions, one breath outside corresponds to 315 years within the acceleration zone.

Even if you cultivate your body and qi to return to the peak of the God King realm, ten years would be too long.

Before the collapse of the primordial universe in his previous life, Lin Guo refined the "Eternal True God Pill".

When he used his peak God-King level foundation to refine the medicine, the medicinal effect was like boiling water pouring on snow, melting away in an instant.

Using the treasure basin to replicate the Planetary Pill, the Eternal Star Pill... along with that Eternal True God Pill, it would be more than enough to attain the Eternal True God status within a year.

As for rebuilding the body and refining the Qi? You can absorb and refine it simultaneously, and transform it as you walk; it's very fast.

In the acceleration zone, you can reach the top in an instant; there's no need to wait.

When he reached the pool, he looked around, quickly stripped off his tattered clothes, and jumped into the water to wash himself.

"The fish in the pond are plump and big; we'll grill two tonight."

Reaching out, I scooped up two silvery-scaled creatures, their tails swishing as they leaped and bounded about. I gathered some dry twigs and grass, then pulled out a wooden drill and a piece of vine rope that I had carefully prepared—a simple bow drill made of a piece of hardwood and a few strands of tack twisted together.

With his left hand pressing down on the wooden base, he alternately pressed down and lifted the drill handle with his right hand, the vine rope tightening and loosening, and the tip of the dry firewood hissing and smoking...

"The fire finally caught fire! I rubbed it with my hands yesterday until my palms were peeling, but I couldn't even see a flame."

The unsalted grilled fish had a fragrant aroma and was tender to the taste, but it was so bland it felt empty.

After finishing the two fish, he patted his belly and let out a long sigh of relief.

Looking up, a dark hole was clearly visible halfway up the mountainside.

He broke off a thick branch, lit a torch, and carried the light as he strolled slowly inside.

"So ethereal and otherworldly, one might mistake him for a living person standing there without even noticing."

Gazing at the slender, jade-carved woman, Zhong Guohong paused, stunned.

The scene before him suddenly reminded him of an old TV series he had watched in his previous life.

He glanced down and saw a prayer cushion quietly placed in front of the jade statue of the "Fairy Sister".

"Kowtowing a thousand times, serving me at my beck and call... If I remember correctly, this should be 'Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils'."

He lifted the futon and indeed pulled out two thin books—"The Northern Darkness Divine Art" and "Lingbo Weibu".