Lord of Time: From a Five Elements Cultivator to a Master of All Daos

Chapter 484 The vicissitudes of life
Wei Zhong is currently located at the Pole Star Sea in the human world.

There is ocean in all directions, except for a group of small islands in front, which is the territory of the Xie family.

Wei Zhong heard the conversations of many monks:

"The Xie family is thriving. Another Nascent Soul cultivator has entered the God Transformation stage. Counting the Xie family ancestor who just ascended, this is already the third Xie family God Transformation cultivator in the past hundred years..."

"Well, the Xie family has the protection of our ancestors in the spirit world. That person often appears in the family and gives away various rare spiritual medicines.

"Plus, the Xie family is already a wealthy and powerful family in the human world, with no shortage of resources and treasures, so naturally there are many talented people..."

"The Grand Ceremony of the Transformation of the Spirit of Ancestor Jie Yuan is about to begin..."

Hearing the discussions of these monks, Wei Zhong couldn't help but recall Jie Yuanping of Tianyin Leishan.

“I didn’t expect that after Xie Yuanping ascended to the spirit world, he would still be so caring towards the family.

"Cross-border contact and material delivery, through the means of Tianyin Leishan?"

There was a flash of lightning around him, and Wei Zhong disappeared, tearing through space and arriving at the Xie family's territory.

There were many monks inside, all of whom came to pay homage and congratulate the Jie family.

Wei Zhong ignored him and went straight into the core of the Xie family, deep into an ancestral hall.

There are a large number of tablets arranged inside. The lower one is the Yuanying of the Xie family, and the upper one is the Shenhua of the family.

Wei Zhong glanced around and actually caught a glimpse of his own name above.

"Wei Zhong, a member of the Xie family who is not a member of the Xie family, a friend of the 68th Xie family head, a fifth-level alchemist and a fifth-level weapon refiner, who once led the cultivators to resist the evil and ensure peace in the world..."

There is not much introductory information, only a few hundred small words, but the overview of Wei Zhong's achievements is quite detailed.

Following the tablet and looking back, all of them were members of the Jie family, familiar or unfamiliar to Wei Zhong.

The most recent head of the Xie family is already more than 100 generations old.

"Time has really changed, and the world has changed dramatically..."

As he was sighing, he heard footsteps behind him. A man walked into the ancestral hall and was surprised to see Wei Zhong.

"You... I wonder why this fellow Taoist is visiting my Jie family?"

He originally wanted to scold him, but when he thought about how Wei Zhongshen had arrived at the heartland of the Xie family without anyone noticing, he immediately realized that the latter had a high level of cultivation and was not an ordinary cultivator.

Wei Zhong slowly turned around and looked at the face of Jie Yuan. A very familiar feeling came over him:
"Is your ancestor Jie Fan?"

Xie Fan is the 69th head of the Xie family and has had many interactions with Wei Zhong.

Jie Yuan looked horrified, because Jie Fan was already his ancestor from tens of thousands of years ago.

'Who is this person in front of me? Could it be?'

"That's right. I was born into a branch of their clan..."

Wei Zhong joked:

"They look quite similar."

Jie Yuan was even more confused:

"I wonder who the senior is?"

Wei Zhong waved his hand:
"I am just a cultivator."

His eyes flashed, and the pupils turned purple-gold. A torch of lightning surged out, and he instantly looked Jie Yuan inside and out.

Jie Yuan's face darkened. He felt as if he was naked and everyone knew everything about him. This situation made him feel terrified and uneasy.

"senior……"

"The Seven Apertures Thunder Art has been practiced quite well, but after practicing for so long, why haven't you found a Thunder Seed?"

The latter looked bitter:
"Opportunities are limited. Without this kind of good fortune, I want to condense it myself when I ascend."

"The ambition is quite big."

Raise your right hand and pinch slowly:
"As an elder, I don't have anything good to give you, so I'll just give you a Thunder Seed!"

In an instant, thunder sounded in the sky.

The rumbling sound continued, and lightning flashed at the edge of the clouds, its colors were colorful, like flowers in the sky.

Thunderbolts tore apart the sky and earth, leaving a gully thousands of miles long above the Jie family's land.

"This... a space crack?"

"Who has the means to tear the heaven and earth apart with thunder? Could it be Patriarch Jie Yuan?"

"Nonsense! How could such might be achieved by Jie Yuan, who has just been promoted to the God Transformation Stage? I think it must be Jie Ruolan, who has been in seclusion for a hundred years and has not yet appeared..."

"Maybe it's the Xie family's spiritual world ancestor who showed up..."

……

The cultivators were extremely astonished. At the same time, the power of thunder in the sky became stronger and stronger, until a five-colored thunder appeared. The cultivators were frightened and lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at it.

Wei Zhong raised his hand and grabbed, and the lightning instantly disappeared into the air and appeared in his right palm.

Jie Yuan was stunned when he saw this scene. Being a spirit incarnation, he could naturally sense the movements of the outside world clearly.

That kind of vast heavenly power was only touched upon when one broke through the spiritual transformation and endured the tribulation, but that heavenly thunder tribulation was far less severe than the one displayed by the person in front of him.

Seeing the lightning in Wei Zhong's palm, Jie Yuan became even more confused.

"What kind of master is this? His power is beyond the level of incarnation, but from what I sense, he has just entered the level of incarnation?"

Wei Zhong threw it casually, and the five-colored thunder immediately fell into Jie Yuan's hands.

The latter is like grasping a burning charcoal in one's palm, feeling the hand is extremely hot.

It was just a thunder seed, but he couldn't even hold it safely with his own cultivation level.

"Gathering mana and refining lightning essence, this kind of condensation of the power of the five elements of heaven and earth will be of great benefit to you in the future, whether it is refining the void or continuing to improve the way of thunder..."

Following Wei Zhong's words, Jie Yuan sat cross-legged on the spot, practicing his internal energy to refine the lightning. When he temporarily took the lightning into his body, when he opened his eyes, he found that Wei Zhong had left without saying goodbye.

In the secret place of the Xie family, a monk was sitting cross-legged on a lotus platform in the lake, with a painful look on his face, as if he had fallen into a state of demonic possession.

Black air was lingering on his forehead, constantly invading his sea of ​​consciousness.

Wei Zhong's figure flashed, he raised his hand and a wisp of demonic energy fell into his hand.

"The true demonic energy is pure, is the demon world invading again?"

The woman in front of him was in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm. She should have been extremely powerful, but she was trapped by the evil spirit. Only one tenth of her magic power remained, and even her own body seemed to be withered.

Wei Zhong stepped forward, raised his head and pressed a finger towards his forehead.

Purple-gold lightning burst out from the fingertips and shot into his forehead.

It penetrates through the skin and muscles and penetrates into the interior, instantly sweeping away all the evil energy.

The latter opened his eyes blankly and looked at the figure of Wei Zhong in front of him with confusion.

However, sensing his own state, he was delighted, and then he stood up and bowed to the ground:

"Thank you, senior, for saving your life!"

The latter had a sincere expression and kowtowed three times.

"Wake up, where did your evil spirit come from?"

"Back to senior..."

Xie Ruolan narrated what happened and mentioned a secret place called "Big Cave".

"It turns out that I cut off the space passage to the demon world. After tens of thousands of years, I didn't expect that the demons would not give up and reach out their tentacles again."

The war between humans and demons has not yet begun. It is mostly a test at this moment, and Xie Ruolan is quite unlucky and fell into the trap.

His cultivation was almost infected by the evil spirit, and he almost fell into the devil's path.

'The channel to the demonic world is just what I need.'

Raising his hand, a dragon blood pill popped out, and Wei Zhong left a message:

"I'll take care of the monster matter."

The latter looked up suddenly, and saw only a pill floating in front of him, and Wei Zhong was no longer visible.

He grabbed the pill and immediately flew into the air. He saw lightning flashing in the sky and the crack in the thousands of miles of space had not healed.

A large number of monks flew in it, scrambling for the thunder and rain in the sky.

"This..." He looked confused. How could this be a thunderstorm?

They were clearly thunder seeds falling from the sky.

The grades range from the second to the fourth level, and there is even a fifth-level thunder seed that is caught in the fight between two gods.

Feeling a sense of connection, Jie Yuan flew over and bowed slightly:
"I've met my ancestor."

Seeing his radiant face and his cultivation improving again, he immediately had some guesses in his mind.

"Do you know the identity of that person?"

Jie Yuan shook his head blankly:

"His skills are superb. A single move can shake the heaven and earth. He is not an ordinary cultivator. Nine out of ten times, he is a person from the lower world."

"It's really weird. Those guys from the Chen family frequently descended to the mortal world, and this time this one came again. With such thunder magic, could it be that my ancestor Yu Tianyin Leishan was a fellow disciple?"

"This... When the time comes, we will communicate with our ancestors and we will know the answer by asking..."

The two people's eyes moved, the thunder in the sky subsided, and the crack in space healed.

The hundred thunder seeds that fell all had owners. Half of them were obtained by the Jie family, and the other half were divided among the monk Lai He.

……

Thousands of miles away, Wei Zhong's figure flashed and disappeared, like the afterimage of lightning, flying away at a rapid speed.

Memories of the past emerged in my mind, chasing after the places where I had been.

"Mangyuan Prefecture, Luohe Prefecture, Yunzhou City... Qingmu Sect, Ling Family, Yunji Chamber of Commerce..."

Familiar places and names of forces appeared in Wei Zhong's mind, and his previous experiences in the mortal world kept coming to mind.

When he returned to Mangyuan Prefecture, Wei Zhong saw the changes in this place and felt melancholy because tens of thousands of years had passed.

Not only has the terrain here changed drastically, but even the name of the city has been changed to Qingyun Prefecture.

The Qingmu Sect, the once dominant Yuanying force, also disappeared, and was replaced by a united force called Qingyun Assembly.

Among them, the Li family, a large Yuanying family, led the way and flourished by relying on the nearby demon mountain range.

"The Li family is a rare and familiar name."

Without showing up to disturb others, Wei Zhong flew all the way to the core area of ​​Yunzhou.

He transformed himself into an ordinary monk and entered the city. The streets were still prosperous, with frequent shouts and cloud-patterned flags hanging outside a few small shops.

"The Yunji Chamber of Commerce has survived for tens of thousands of years. It's truly a miracle."

It turned into a flash of lightning and flew into the core spiritual hall of the Chamber of Commerce.

After browsing the files, Wei Zhong did not stay for long, but flew to a corner of the city.

The pavilions and towers are located with water veins interweaving all around, creating a scene of a fairyland.

A plaque with the words "Purple Flower Island" hangs above the pavilion, with magical flowers blooming and bees and butterflies flying around.

"Ling Ziwei, Xie Linghua..."

The faces of the two people appeared in Wei Zhong's mind, making him feel melancholy.

Entering the island and passing through the pavilions, you will eventually see three paintings in a hall.

The person in the middle is eight feet tall, holding a golden thunder sword in his hand, with black hair tied behind his head.

The face is broad and round below the hair, the brow bone is slightly flat, and the two eyebrows, a mixture of gray and black, are like dead branches lying across the face. They are neither as sharp as sword-like eyebrows nor as kind as drooping eyebrows.

The black pupils under the eyebrows glowed with an inexplicable divine light, and combined with the pair of eyebrows, it actually made people feel as if they were seen through.

This is the portrait of Wei Zhong himself. However, perhaps due to the passage of time, only the light in his eyes remains, while everything around him has lost its charm.

On both sides of the painting are two women. One is wearing light yellow clothes, with almond-shaped eyes wide open like glass beads, and eyebrows slightly raised, with a hint of cunning hidden in her smile.

The other person was wearing a light purple robe, with black hair falling down like a waterfall. His eyebrows were like distant mountains covered with snow, with a single strand of hair slanting down into his temples. There seemed to be an indissoluble cold mist between his eyebrows.

One of them was like a magical butterfly among flowers, and the other was like a winter plum blossom on the mountains. They were Xie Linghua and Ling Ziwei.

Wei Zhong looked at the three paintings and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

The characters in the painting are similar but not quite, and their appearance only overlaps by 70% with Wei Zhong and the other two.

I don't know if it's because the time interval is too long and the picture is naturally distorted, or if it was like this when it was first drawn.

Shaking his head helplessly and walking forward, Wei Zhong condensed a wisp of magic power with his fingers, absorbing the spirit of heaven and earth to paint with colored ink.

The fingers are like waving a paintbrush, greatly changing the center of the painting and filling it with charm.

Minor adjustments and changes to the two women's paintings have made the characters in the paintings vivid, as if real people are about to break out of the paintings.

Finally, Wei Zhong drew a teardrop mole at the corner of Ling Ziwei's eye before stopping.

Looking at the three people in the painting, memories of the past resurfaced, like the dark water from the sky, washing away the vicissitudes of Wei Zhong's thousands of years of practice.

With a flash of his body, he entered a corner of the spiritual island, where two small graves were located in a sea of ​​flowers.

The mottled stone tablet is engraved with an inscription.

"Wei Zhong's wife Ling Ziwei..."

"Wei Zhong's wife Xie Linghua..."

It only consists of a few hundred words, but it tells the whole life and describes all the vicissitudes of life.

Even with the help of the "Soul Planting Method", the two women were ultimately unable to escape the limitation of their lifespans. They barely managed to become gods, but their cultivation was superficial and they had no chance of ascending to heaven.

After a thousand years of preparation, they attempted to ascend to heaven, but were no match for the heaven and earth, and both perished in a thunder calamity.

This Zihua Island was established by the Yunji Chamber of Commerce to help the two girls. It serves as a place for the two girls to practice and also to commemorate the past.

Currently, most of the monks are dispatched by the Yunji Chamber of Commerce, who are responsible for the maintenance and repair of this place.

"As time goes by, there will be no one familiar anymore."

Wei Zhong has ascended to the spiritual world for thirty thousand years. Even a He Dao would be dragged to the end of his life, let alone the people in this small world?
"If you don't have the right path, you will end up as a pile of dirt."

Wei Zhong walked forward and touched the stone tablet in front of him, sighed softly in his heart, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

After Wei Zhong had been gone for an unknown amount of time, the monk in charge of cleaning the hall stepped into the painting hall.

He saw that the three paintings in the hall had been changed and the figures appeared vividly, as if real people were about to break out of the paintings. He was greatly frightened and left immediately to report to the elders in the meeting.

He flew over to check, and when he looked up he saw Wei Zhong's painting. His soul was shaken suddenly, and turned into endless astonishment.

Immediately bow and pay homage:

"Greetings, senior. I, Mu Yun, am here to pay my respects..."

The lingering sound lingered in the air for a long time, but no one responded.

Regret and pain suddenly appeared on his brow, and he knew that he had missed a great opportunity.

In the "Big Cave", a huge spiritual light shield bound the black evil energy and covered the cave entrance.

There are pavilions all over the outside, and monks walk through them to resist the invasion of monsters.

Wei Zhong stepped into the light shield and saw a monk in green clothes in the eerie black air.

He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. The shadow of a sacred pine tree appeared behind him, with its branches hanging down, forming a sacred area for him.

Wei Zhong flashed and asked doubtfully:

"Someone from the Chen family?"

The latter looked up blankly, a look of surprise flashing across his face.

"A psychic monk?"

The next question turned his surprise into complete horror.

"My Chen family's demigod is a secret method for the bloodline of our clan. How did this person know about it?"

Just as he was about to ask in confusion, he unexpectedly heard demonic energy surging from the cave below, as if some demons were about to break out of the cave.

Chen Dihua was about to gather monks to resist, but the monk in front of him just said:
"Noisy!"

As he raised his hand, purple-gold lightning burst out and shot into the cave.

A scream sounded, and then the evil spirit in the sky disappeared, completely vanishing...

(End of this chapter)