Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Chapter 526: After the modification: Chapter 365: The Transformation of Taixuan

“Past lives and present lives? Why did you suddenly ask about this?”

Bai Nian mused for a moment before replying softly:

“During those ten years in the Myriad Realms, I did glimpse some scriptures on the path of reincarnation. In today’s Great Universe, the yin and yang are in disarray. The living creatures within the Vast Universe are neither fully dead nor have they entered reincarnation. Their past lives and present lives are no longer traceable.”

“In the ancient times, however, the realms of yin and yang were separate, life and death were orderly, and each had its own path to reincarnation. With enough cultivation, one could reverse yin and yang, bringing the dead back to life, or reborn with memories intact. But those are just old legends now.”

After thinking quietly for a moment, Bai Nian concluded, “Connecting past lives and present lives has become nearly impossible now. It’s like flowers in a mirror or the moon in water—existing only in legends with no recent examples.”

Chu Zheng remained silent, for he certainly retained memories of his past life, a fact he could not deny. Although his innate wisdom had been sealed for seventeen years, his memories of his past life were still clear.

Yet now, he was uncertain whether those memories were complete.

The existence of the Vast Universe replaced the Underworld, causing chaos in yin and yang. Wars erupted from time to time, and the Reincarnation Road was thoroughly disrupted.

Perhaps in the future, when some orthodoxy governs the Heavenly Fate alone, this situation might change. Maybe then, wars will cease, yin and yang will be orderly, and all living creatures will no longer struggle for a way to live.

“Let’s go.”

Chu Zheng shook his head slightly, placed half a Spirit Stone at the bottom of the bowl, and rose to leave.

After a while, a young girl came to collect the dishes and discovered the half piece of Spirit Stone at the bottom of the bowl. She quickly glanced around, seeing no one noticing, and discreetly hid the Spirit Stone in her sleeve, her fingertips trembling slightly.

This half piece of Spirit Stone was enough to change the fate of a mortal.

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Chu Zheng slowly walked through the long street, gradually withdrawing his divine sense.

Throughout the whole Luofeng City, he had dug three thousand feet into the ground and sought any clues, but found none. The memories of the ten-plus years he spent here, however, became increasingly clear.

With his innate wisdom sealed earlier, his spiritual perception was dull, naturally making him appear somewhat slow and straightforward. He vaguely remembered being sold into the Song Residence by a black-robed person whose face he could not see clearly.

According to Song Lingxue, that person was Daoist Venerable Zheng Chu, or perhaps the Ancestral Dao itself.

If that unknown existence had deliberately made these arrangements, then the repair panel and his reincarnation here might indeed be connected.

The existence of the repair panel itself was more like a seed filled with many branches of divine skills, gradually taking root and sprouting within him as his cultivation grew.

When he crossed into the Ninth Order of Repair Master, there might be new changes.

Chu Zheng did not linger, leaving Luofeng City with Bai Nian in tow.

Chu Zheng raised his hand to open a space channel, glancing at Bai Nian: “Will you visit your home?”

While Luofeng City might be his homeland in this lifetime, it was not Bai Nian’s. Bai Nian’s home was in the Illusory Spirit City, under the Phantom Spirit Sect.

Bai Nian hesitated for a moment before nodding: “If it’s convenient, then I’ll take a look.”

“It’s just a step away, no inconvenience at all.”

Chu Zheng led Bai Nian across the space channel, and in a flash, they stood before a giant city.

His divine sense drifted around, and in moments, Chu Zheng knew the recent changes in Phantom Spirit Sect.

The sect’s power had grown significantly compared to its early days.

However, there were only two Divine Infant Elders left, both newly advanced from Soul Condensing Monks. The rest of their strength was likely borrowed by the Immortal Alliance and might not return.

The sect’s chief disciple now was Wei Changqing, possessing High Quality Immortal Bone, and already in Mid Soul Condensation Realm. At this pace, he might reach Divine Infant Realm before a hundred years old.

Though he had only met Wei Changqing once, Chu Zheng had a deep impression. His true identity was a Taixuan Holy Land true inheritor candidate. Joining the Phantom Spirit Sect could have been an intentional arrangement by the Tai Xu Holy Land, even sealing his memories on purpose.

Now, however, many things had changed. The Tai Xu Holy Land had sealed its gates, and Wei Changqing might have already become a forsaken pawn.

Illusory Spirit City was bustling, with many mortals and an increased number of cultivators. The distribution of power had not changed much.

Twenty years was not overly long for cultivators.

Following his memories, Bai Nian walked to his former residence.

The original house had new occupants, the courtyard walls were refurbished, and it no longer looked like it used to.

The Bai Family was once a distinguished clan in Illusory Spirit City, with an ancestor who was an Inner Sect Elder in the Soul Condensing Realm.

But the family declined, leaving only this branch in the city. After generations of single heirs, finally, Bai Nian’s father, Bai Wending, appeared with Low Grade Immortal Bone.

Bai Wending joined the Phantom Spirit Sect, cultivating to Spirit Spring Realm. When he had hope of reviving the family, he suddenly disappeared during a sect mission, presumed dead.

According to Chu Zheng’s current deductions, Bai Nian had no close blood relatives alive, and Bai Wending had long since died.

Staring at the refurbished house for a long while, Bai Nian turned to Chu Zheng: “Where to next?”

“Is that enough? There might not be another chance to return here.”

Chu Zheng asked softly, his gaze calm. This trip back to Cangyun was on a whim. He didn’t know when he would return again.

By then, who knew what Illusory Spirit City or even Cangyun Realm might become?

Moreover, if one day he got entangled by Tribulation Qi and died in the vast corners of space, it wouldn’t be surprising.

“Why come back?”

Bai Nian shook his head, equally calm: “The past is untraceable. I just need to remember it and leave it for the future.”

Without another word, Chu Zheng opened another space channel and led Bai Nian through it.

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In an instant, Chu Zheng brought Bai Nian to a corner on the southeastern edge of the Southern Region.

Song Lingqing and Fu Quanliang were both here.

Before a small peak over two hundred feet tall stood a stone stele inscribed with ‘Taixuan’ in two characters.

Chu Zheng extended his divine sense, scanning the sect archives in the treasure house, getting a general understanding of the recent events in the Taixuan Sect.

Two years ago, the last two Divine Transformation Elders of the Taixuan Holy Land had passed away, and Fu Quanliang instantly became the most senior disciple, still managing sect affairs as the chief of the Inner Sect.

Under Fu Quanliang’s arrangements, the Taixuan Sect became increasingly low-key, recruiting two batches of disciples in recent years to gradually fill the sect’s vacancies.

Three years ago, Song Lingqing successfully stepped into the Divine Infant Realm and was still in seclusion now, surpassing even Shang Zuling’s progress, which was considered extraordinarily swift.

With a glance at the small peak ahead, Chu Zheng sighed lightly and stepped through the array, reaching the summit.

A Dao field had been opened at the summit, where a dozen disciples were cultivating, with several great halls scattered around, containing all sorts of equipment despite their modest size.

Chu Zheng concealed himself and led Bai Nian through the Dao field into one of the great halls.

The hall was empty, with Fu Quanliang sitting cross-legged below the Jade Steps, engrossed in cultivation.

Limited by his talents, his cultivation was not very high, just in Mid Soul Condensation Realm.

Fu Quanliang seemed to sense something and slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing Chu Zheng nearby, his expression became extremely complex, his eyes reddened slightly. He tried to rise, but his legs turned weak. Propping himself up with his arms, he bowed low:

“Inner Sect Chief Disciple Fu Quanliang greets the Holy Master, welcoming the Holy Master back to the sect…”