The Journey Against Time, I am the King of Scrolls in a Hundred Times Space

The sect after the war was like a tragic picture scroll that had been ruthlessly ravaged by the flames of war. Most of the once majestic and magnificent buildings have now become ruins, with broken bricks and tiles scattered all over the ground, as if silently telling the cruelty of the battle. The smoke of gunpowder, like a layer of gray gauze, still permeated every corner, lingering for a long time, and the choking smell irritated people's noses and throats.

The bloodstains on the ground that had not yet dried, mixed with the soil, formed shocking dark red patches, exuding a pungent fishy smell. The breeze blew by, bringing a nauseating smell. The once lush trees were destroyed by the war, and some were even uprooted and fell to the ground in all directions.

Lin Feng walked slowly in the ruins with heavy steps. His eyes swept over every damaged place, and his heart was mixed with emotions such as grief, anger, and self-blame. The familiar and warm homeland has now become devastated. The scenes that were once full of laughter and brothers practicing and learning together seem to be flashing in front of my eyes, but the reality is so dead and desolate.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging emotions in his heart, and then shouted in a slightly hoarse but firm voice: "Everyone is divided into groups, one group is responsible for cleaning up the ruins, one group is responsible for rescuing the wounded, and another group is to find available supplies."

The disciples heard Lin Feng's call and cheered up from exhaustion and sadness. They dragged their scarred bodies, but their eyes still flashed with unyielding light, and quickly acted according to Lin Feng's instructions.

The disciples responsible for cleaning up the ruins formed an orderly team. They used their hands that were already covered with dust, blood and sweat to move heavy stones and wood. Every time they exerted force, their muscles were sore, and some wounds even reopened due to excessive force, and blood penetrated the bandages. But they did not complain at all, only silently persisted.

In front of a collapsed house, two disciples found a fellow disciple buried deep underneath. His body was pressed down by a huge beam, and he could only groan faintly.

"Hurry up! There's someone here!" A disciple shouted anxiously, his voice full of fear and worry.

Hearing the shout, other disciples nearby quickly gathered together. Their eyes were full of determination and determination to rescue this fellow disciple.

"Everyone, work together to lift this beam!" An older disciple commanded.

Everyone nodded, stood in position, and held the beam tightly with both hands.

"One, two, three, lift!"

With the neat slogan, everyone worked together, forehead veins bulged, and used all their strength. The beam was slowly lifted, and the fellow disciple who was pressed underneath was finally dragged out.

"Quick, send him to the medical shed!"

The team responsible for rescuing the wounded was busy in the temporary medical shed. As the core figure, Su Yao has been working for several hours. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face was pale, but her hands never stopped moving.

On a simple bed, there lay a young disciple. His wound was so deep that it almost exposed the bone, and blood kept pouring out, staining the bedding under him red. Su Yao stayed by his bed, and her hands kept casting healing spells. Green light emanated from her hands and slowly merged into the wound of the wounded, but the wound healed very slowly.

Su Yao's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the ground. But she had no time to wipe it off, and all her energy was focused on the wounded.

"You must hold on." She whispered softly, with a tremor in her voice, and her eyes were full of concern and anxiety.

The disciples who were looking for supplies carefully searched every corner in the ruins. They did not miss any clues that might be useful, and every time they found a little food, medicine, weapon or armor, they were as if they had found a treasure.

In a corner, a disciple found several bags of food pressed under the masonry. Although the bags were a little damaged, most of the food inside was still intact.

"Come and help, there is food here!" He shouted excitedly to his companions.

Everyone rushed over and dug the food out of the ruins together.

In another place, a disciple found a box of weapons that had not been completely damaged. He opened the box, carefully checked each weapon, and picked out those that could still be repaired and used.

After several days and nights of unremitting efforts, the sect gradually regained some vitality. Some simple houses were rebuilt on the ruins. Although they were simple, they could at least provide everyone with a place to shelter from the wind and rain. The condition of the wounded gradually stabilized, and some of those with less serious injuries were able to walk on the ground and help others with the reconstruction work.

However, Lin Feng knew that this was just the beginning. The road ahead was still full of countless difficulties and challenges.

At night, the stars were dotted. Lin Feng sat alone on the hillside, looking at the vast starry sky, and fell into deep reflection.

This battle cost them a heavy price. Many familiar brothers died heroically in the battle, and their smiles and figures were forever frozen in that moment. The strength of the sect was greatly reduced, and the prosperity and strength it once had seemed like just a distant dream.

Lin Feng clenched his fists and swore in his heart: "I must make the sect rise again and never let such a tragedy happen again."

He began to think about how to strengthen the sect's defense and training system. "We can't be caught off guard by the enemy like this time. We must establish a more complete early warning mechanism so that everyone can prepare in advance." Lin Feng said to himself.

"There is also training. It can't just be practicing spells and martial arts. We must pay more attention to the cultivation of actual combat and adaptability." His eyes flashed with a firm light.

At the same time, the lights in the headmaster's room were brightly lit. The headmaster and several elders sat together, discussing the future of the sect with a solemn look.

"This lesson is unforgettable for us. We can no longer be satisfied with the status quo and must continue to improve the strength of the sect." The headmaster's voice was heavy and serious.

An elder nodded in agreement. He stroked his beard and said, "We should strengthen the training of disciples, not only the teaching of spells and martial arts, but also the training of their minds and wills. Let them remain calm and firm in their beliefs when facing difficulties and dangers."

Another elder continued, "We also need to establish closer ties and cooperation with other sects. We can no longer fight alone as before. Only by uniting can we jointly deal with various possible threats."

The head of the sect listened to the elders' suggestions, pondered for a moment and said, "Everyone is right. We must learn lessons from this battle and re-plan the development direction and strategy of the sect. First, we must comprehensively upgrade and transform the sect's fortifications and add various defensive formations and mechanisms. Secondly, formulate a more scientific and strict disciple training plan. Finally, send envoys to communicate and negotiate with the surrounding sects to establish an alliance."

The elders agreed, their eyes full of expectations and determination for the future.

After several days of hard work, the cleanup and reconstruction of the sect has achieved initial results. Some important buildings and facilities began to resume their functions, and life gradually got back on track.

On a sunny day, Lin Feng summoned all the disciples. They stood neatly in the square, their faces tired, but their eyes were full of hope.

"Brothers, although we have experienced an unprecedented fierce battle and suffered huge losses. But we can't be defeated, we can't be defeated by setbacks. From today on, we must practice harder and constantly improve our strength. Let our sect rise again and restore its former glory!" Lin Feng's voice echoed in the square, passionate and powerful.

The disciples responded in unison, and their voices gathered together like surging waves.

"We must work hard! Let the sect regain its glory!"

The sect stood up again in the ruins, and everyone took a hopeful and challenging step towards the future with a firm belief...