Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield.

Between the desolate mountain ranges, Chu Zheng, clad in gray, sat on the ground, gazing at the Spirit Communication Jade Scroll in his hand which was gradually dimming, his brows slowly furrowing.@@novelbin@@

The Spirit Communication Jade Scroll was crafted from his Golden Body; once it was damaged, he would instantly be aware.

After Song Lingxue had sent a message and then destroyed it, he understood without much thought that she had not wanted to involve him.

Stepping into the realm of a True Immortal and managing to alarm the Immortal Alliance was indeed beyond his expectations.

It was understandable; within the Immortal Alliance, there existed methods to observe the Heavenly Fate, but he never imagined they could be so precise.

After pondering for a long while, Chu Zheng put away the jade scroll and stood up to walk out of the mountain range.

The world was filled with a faint sweet fragrance, originating from the War Blood of various powerful beings.

Countless suns hung in the sky, both near and far, illuminating the vast heavens.

Not all of these suns were stars burning in the universe; a significant number of them were slowly moving about, manifestations of the powerful beings' own vital energy.

Within the Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield, a self-contained realm and temporal space were divided into three layers: upper, middle, and lower Heavenly Domains.

This was to differentiate the battlefields and avoid unnecessary injuries.

Even True Immortals could not withstand the residual effects of fights between Supreme Beings, let alone cultivators below the rank of True Immortal.

On the battlefield, although life was wagered in combat, mostly cultivators of similar power clashed.

It permitted the strong to overpower the weak, but not excessively; this was a rule tacitly accepted by all Taoist Orthodoxies.

Once a creature set a precedent by crossing the line, it would only bring endless retaliation and ruthless bloody vengeance, resulting in mutual destruction.

Crucially, the death of a large number of low-grade cultivators might severely shift the Heavenly Fate of their respective Taoist Orthodoxy, leading to unforeseeable events, such as the arrival of a Son of Destiny.

Heavenly Fate, being sentient, in order to protect itself, would concentrate the Heavenly Fate reclaimed from a mass of deceased cultivators into a single creature, likely giving rise to an uncontrollable monster.

Therefore, the core of a Dao War was always to strike from the top down, first severing their Ancestral Dao, then using the force of thunder to slay most of their top-tier combatants before the next Ancestral Dao could rise, thoroughly devouring their Heavenly Fate.

With the dispersion of Heavenly Fate and no access to the eighth level, even if some escaped, they could not cause any significant impact. After thousands of years, the Taoist Orthodoxy would naturally perish without a trace.

The location Chu Zheng was currently in was the Lower Heavenly Domain, where, typically, only beings around the level of Eighth Order Third Layer lingered; Immortal Venerables and even Immortal Kings rarely set foot here, as most of the creatures active here were of cultivations below the eighth level.

The Middle Layer Heavenly Domain was the main battlefield for eighth-level beings.

As for the Upper Heavenly Domain, it was the active arena for Ninth Order beings.

The Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield did not host beings who had stepped into the highest domains; their battlegrounds were mostly in another layer of space-time, even on the River of Time, in the gap between the past and the future.

Gazing upon the heaven and earth before him, spiritual light surged in the depths of Chu Zheng's eyes as he watched the continuous messages from the Spiritual Eye and fell silent.

As a battlefield over many years, this place was riddled with countless fragments of Magic Treasures and innumerable corpses, making it an undoubtedly fitting place for his cultivation.

However, the problem was that this place was a battlefield, and although he had the Shape-Shifting Divine Power for protection, whether he revealed himself as an Immortal Path Cultivator or a Qi Cultivator, trouble would inevitably find him; it was unavoidable.

While Chu Zheng was observing his surroundings, a great sun quietly approached and stopped above his head, forming a figure.

A man in his thirties stood in the air, his long hair draped over his shoulders, his whole body bathed in blazing divine radiance, holding an Ancient War Halberd, clad in Battle Armor, his expression indifferent.

Between his brows was a Heavenly Eye flashing with brilliant golden light, seemingly capable of penetrating everything.

[Qi Yun (Eighth Order): Age 7849, cultivates the Eight Gates Heavenly Locking Dao, naturally born with Nine Apertures All Open, eight gates unlocked, has stepped into the Eighth Order Second Layer, possessing unpredictable strength like gods and spirits.]

He hailed from the realms of Dao, not yet ten thousand years old, relatively young.

Watching the messages received from the Spiritual Eye, Chu Zheng took a deep breath. Without any hesitation, he turned and fled, utilizing the Great Divine Power of Shrinking Earth into Inches, frantically escaping.

With just one exchange of glances, he had sensed the terrifying aspect of the person before him; the energy fluctuations within his body were dozens or even hundreds of times greater than his, comparable to a Second Tribulation Perfection True Immortal.

Chu Zheng had only passed the Wood Tribulation, and although he had benefited immensely from the tribulation, advancing his cultivation through two minor realms and stepping into the Late Stage of First Tribulation True Immortal, he was still far behind compared to the Second Tribulation.

Crossing into the threshold of True Immortal, the gap between each realm was like the difference between heaven and earth; the current Qi Yun had already attained the true ability to swallow stars and devour suns.

Until he crossed the Fire Tribulation, even with a repair panel on him, he could not possibly be his opponent.

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Upon learning that Chu Zheng had become a True Immortal a few days ago, Song Lingxue once again received news about the Immortal Alliance.

As Xie Xingzhong had predicted, the Immortal Alliance dispatched an envoy, seeking some clues about Chu Zheng from Song Lingxue.

The attitude expressed by the Immortal Alliance was of no malice toward Chu Zheng; they simply wanted to recruit him into the Immortal Alliance and hoped that Song Lingxue could facilitate this.

Naturally, Song Lingxue was not naive enough to believe this. However, before she could figure out how to handle these envoys from the Immortal Alliance, the Martial Hall had already made a move.

One of the Vice Hall Masters of the Martial Hall, Fu Pinglan, a Supreme Being who had entered the Ancestral Realm many years ago, personally intervened, using the excuse that Song Lingxue was in closed cultivation and sent the Immortal Alliance Envoy back.

Song Lingxue had thought she would be summoned again and waited for a long time, but there was no movement at all.

This action, instead, made Song Lingxue somewhat uneasy; she did not believe her influence was sufficient to cause a conflict between the Immortal Alliance and the Martial Hall.

By preventing the Immortal Alliance from meeting her, it seemed that the Martial Hall did not want the Immortal Alliance to obtain any clues about Chu Zheng from her. Then what was the purpose of this action?

Feeling restless, Song Lingxue accelerated her previous plan and submitted an application to the Martial Hall to go to the Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield.

Soon after she submitted her application, the Martial Hall quickly responded and deployed several strong cultivators to travel with her.

When Song Lingxue saw the individuals who were accompanying her, a chill ran down her spine.

The Martial Hall had dispatched seven people, led by a Great Saint, and accompanied by six Saints.

Such a powerful lineup was more than sufficient to kill an Immortal Venerable.

Sending her to the Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield did not require such an assembly of forces; clearly, there was another motive.

But at this moment, Song Lingxue had no room to refuse and could only set out.

Not long after the group departed, a streak of flowing light came from the sky, moving unimpeded and entering a floating island deep within the Martial Hall.

The island was desolate, with only one great hall, and every brick and stone that built the hall sparkled with starlight and was filled with auspicious colors.

The flowing light dispersed, revealing a tall and burly figure who strode into the hall.

The hall was empty except for a figure seated cross-legged, wearing a green Martial Robe, looking like a child barely over ten years old. Stay updated with My Virtual Library Empire

The burly man knelt on one knee, unable to hide his unease in his brows, "Hall Master, Bi Yue has set off and should enter the Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield by tomorrow."

Fu Pinglan slowly opened his eyes, his eye sockets empty, without eyeballs.

"I know."

A slightly hoarse voice echoed in the great hall, tinged with some fatigue.

The burly man responded with a voice, hesitating slightly.

Fu Pinglan's nostrils flared, and he frowned slightly, showing some impatience, "Speak if you have something to say."

"Forgive my presumption," the burly man sighed with relief and repeatedly said:

"This Chu Zheng... what is his origin? Why did you send back the Immortal Alliance Envoy and even personally arrange for someone to kill him?"

"The Martial Ancestor sensed the moves of the Immortal Ancestor, who, because of Chu Zheng, reversed time by himself. Chu Zheng's importance to the Immortal Alliance is far beyond your imagination. Whatever the Immortal Alliance intends, kill Chu Zheng first."

"What about Song Lingxue then..."

Seeing Fu Pinglan's frown deepen, the burly man's heart skipped a beat, and he knelt down and said, "I heard she was summoned by the Hall Master and even received the Martial Ancestor's permission to enter the Ancient Dao Path, and..."

"The Martial Ancestor has predicted her future, stopping at the Mythical Realm, never even touching the threshold of the Ancestral Realm, do not worry too much about her."

Fu Pinglan's frowning brow slowly relaxed, his expression indifferent:

"Send a message to You Bi Yue, to make haste. Before the Dao War begins officially, I want to hear that Chu Zheng has been removed from the Immortal List."

"Understood."

The burly man nodded repeatedly, got up, and left.

As he was about to leave the great hall, Fu Pinglan's chilling whisper suddenly rang in his ear:

"Only this once."

In an instant, the burly man broke out in a sweat, didn't dare to look back, and in a blink, he transformed into a streak of light, vanishing amid the layers of the starry sea.

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