Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Chung Kwok-hung remained unmoved, treating Dormammu merely as a whetstone.

Strange used time magic to repeatedly rewind and relentlessly pursue Dormammu, finally forcing him to back down and negotiate.

Chung Kwok-hung's skills far surpassed Strange's by leaps and bounds.

The Time Stone? He gently trembled the treasure basin in his palm, and replicating a hundred of them was effortless.

The Minghong Blade, which devoured the five Infinity Stones—Time, Space, Reality, Power, and Mind—far surpassed the power of the original stones.

In terms of quality, the Minghong Blade, while not as powerful as the Xuanyuan Sword in suppressing the primordial world, is certainly not inferior—if we only compare spirituality, its spontaneous formation from remnants and its spiritual essence make it even better.

The Xuanyuan Sword could slay Chi You, and the Minghong Blade could cleave Dormammu's shadow form in the blink of an eye.

With five gems embedded in the blade, its power will inevitably surge; the only question is the intensity of the explosion.

Chung Kwok-hung had been practicing magic for ten years longer than Strange had come into contact with the Eye of Agamotto; he had also condensed solidified chaotic magic power in a treasure basin, refined it in one gulp, and absorbed it all into his dantian.

The power of chaos, the source of all laws, can transform into wind, thunder, water, and fire, and can also reverse time, space, cause, and effect.

The magical power surging in his lower dantian is something Strange could never accumulate in his entire life.

Psychic power, divine consciousness, and spiritual power all ultimately belong to the tempering of soul light, that is, the realm of refining the spirit.

Zhong Guohong's soul fire intensity had already burned through the boundaries of Strange's cognition.

Compared to physical strength? That's a complete dimensional reduction.

His physical cultivation was as unshakeable as a mountain, his Qi refinement as inexhaustible as a river, and his spiritual cultivation as cascading as a galaxy—all three levels of cultivation overwhelmed Strange, leaving him breathless. His equipment was even more impressive: he could replicate the Eye of Agamotto as easily as cutting tofu; the Ten Rings, the Mother Box Ring, the Minghong Blade… any one of these items would be enough to make the elders of the Sanctuary burn incense all night.

Chung Kwok-hung stood calmly on the rooftop, tearing apart a piece of beef jerky with his hands, his gaze serene as he looked down at the battle below.

Everything remained the same—Dormammu tore through the void, crashing into the atmosphere along with the Black Tide.

Strange's fingers flew, time reversed, broken streets were restored, charred cars were rebuilt, and buildings were rebuilt; then he set up an endless loop, reenacting negotiations again and again, until the other party was frustrated.

"Time has no effect on me?"

Chung Kwok-hung's lips curled slightly, his smile subtle yet sharp.

Dormammu killed Strange once in the cycle, and Strange would live again; he killed him ten times, and Strange would just stand there waiting for the eleventh time; he killed him a hundred times, and it was all in vain. Finally, he was driven to rage and madness, and gritted his teeth to agree to the terms.

As Dormammu grabbed Kaecilius and the others and turned to retreat, Zhong Guohong's figure flickered, disappearing into the dark rift and silently infiltrating the dark dimension.

Once he was tens of thousands of miles above the ground, he suddenly summoned the Minghong Blade, pouring all his true essence, chaotic demonic power, the essence of the four elements, and the thunder from the nine heavens into the blade—

The Vermilion Bird burned the sky, the Azure Dragon ripped through the air, and lightning exploded as a blade of immense power slashed out!

Before the blade's energy even arrived, the void was already cracking inch by inch; the surging energy waves contained both Zhong Guohong's powerful Dao foundation and the five-colored divine radiance sealed within the Minghong Blade.

This strike pierced Dormammu's core.

The screams tore through dimensions, causing the dark space to crumble and its laws to collapse, and the barriers to groan in agony.

"The arrogant Dormammu couldn't even withstand a single blow from me."

"Those scattered artifacts were all treasures; not a single one was left behind."

"Ancient books and scrolls—grab them!"

"Exotic spiritual plants, rare mineral crystals—all in one package!"

After looting everything, Chung Kwok-hung broke through the collapsed dimensional barrier and stepped back onto Earth.

"It's not that Dormammu is too weak, it's that the Minghong Blade is too ruthless."

"A sword aura concealing the intent of a sword... it's perfectly normal that he couldn't block it."

"Perhaps they didn't expect me to ambush them, or perhaps they never imagined that this blade had already devoured all five Infinity Stones."

"The comic says that as long as believers exist, he will never die—whether it's true or not."

"The most important thing right now is to figure out the haul from this deal."

Was Dormammu truly dead or not? Chung Kwok-hung was too lazy to figure it out.

Again? Then kill again. Ten times? Kill ten times. A hundred times? Kill without hesitation—there will come a time when he'll run away at the mere mention of Zhong Guohong's name.

Back at Xuyang Villa, Zhong Guohong spread out the spoils he had picked up from the dark space and examined them one by one.

"Leave the ones you don't recognize for now; the most urgent task is to thoroughly understand Dormammu's collection of scriptures."

As he closed the last book, a sudden realization dawned on him, as if he had pushed open the door to a secret room that had been sealed for many years.

He had thoroughly studied the Ancient One's books, understanding their principles and applying them skillfully; but Dormammu's scrolls were incredibly thick, densely packed with lost incantations and laws.

"This scaling technique can stretch shapes at will... Chaotic magic is more like living water; in the blink of an eye, it can transform into ice, flames, and lightning."

When he got excited, he followed the book page by page, his hands moving as he pleased, and before he could even utter a spell, the magic was already formed.

With the power of the Dark Source, he can master dark magic with ease; his divine sense is as sharp as a probe, and he can remember seven parts of it after scanning it once.

"Nowadays, when performing magic, one does not rely on incantations or mystical precepts; with a single thought, all magic arises spontaneously."

Only after he had mastered all the techniques in the entire set of classic texts did he re-inspect those dusty "leftovers".

"This dark gold only exists in dark spaces; it absorbs energy quickly and stores it stably, making it a veritable energy sponge..."

Upon reading Dormammu's commentary, the previously unfamiliar objects suddenly came to life—their uses, taboos, and compatibility became crystal clear.

He selected dark gold, vibranium, and uranium, poured them into the treasure basin to melt and purify them, and then repeatedly adjusted the proportions, forging, quenching, and testing them time and time again.

"The new version of Xtreme Metal boasts nearly 30% higher hardness, toughness, and energy carrying capacity compared to the old version."

He devised over three thousand different formulas just for testing gold compounds: some bounced off impacts, some swallowed whole upon contact with a hammer, and others were specifically designed to counter high-frequency oscillations...

The light-speed armored vehicle and the super-powerful armored vehicle were recast with new metals—the two old vehicles were completely transformed and upgraded to light-speed level, but the interior space has not yet been opened up.

"My ability to control magnetism and metal has already been documented by S.H.I.E.L.D., so why pretend to be low-key?"

He secretly transported hundreds of thousands of tons of concentrate and, under the guise of expanding the resort, quietly began renovations.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has a space carrier, Hydra has a floating fortress, how could he, the dignified master of Xuyang Manor, not have his own spaceship?

Extraterrestrial civilizations travel by spaceship; there's no reason for them to break that rule.

"The villa on the mountaintop, along with the entire mountain, is completely enclosed in the cabin; the rest of the place is left to its own devices."

After drawing up the blueprint, Xiaobai picked up his tools and got to work. The treasure basin hummed softly, and the supreme metal grew wildly like vines, climbing, extending, and shaping along the mountain ridge.

In less than half a day, the Xuyang took off.

"It has a diameter of 200 meters, a height of over 30 meters, a disc shape, and can transform on its own."

On the surface, it was still a silent mountain, but as soon as he had a thought, the outer shell of the spaceship broke through the ground and steadily supported the entire mountain village.

This ship is just like a convertible supercar—the hilltop villa is its driver's seat, firmly planted in the center.

Inside the ship's hull is a spacious and deep three-dimensional space.