Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

"Hao Yan, the Ancestral Dao is not prepared to interfere. Whatever you intend to do, just go ahead and do it."

Hao Yan's eyes suddenly opened wide, carrying a trace of astonishment and doubt.

He looked towards the Erosion Sun Rain, as if trying to pierce through that layer of blood-colored robe to discern the true meaning behind the other party's words.

Not interfering? Not stopping him from contacting Feng Ting? Even... possibly permitting him to proceed?

This was completely different from the reaction he had anticipated. This almost laissez-faire attitude made Hao Yan feel even more unfathomable than any threat.

Does Chu Zheng think he has the ability to control the overall situation?

The Erosion Sun Rain did not answer the confusion in Hao Yan's eyes. After conveying Chu Zheng's intent, he did not pause for a moment and instantly merged into the void.

At the moment he turned around, a hint of expectation flashed in the depths of his eyes. The day Chu Zheng emerges will surely be earth-shattering, not only a progress in personal cultivation but also the time to stabilize both the Universe and the Great Universe.

The decisions of Hao Yan and the other seven Ancient Ancestors no longer matter. With twelve Ancient Ancestors and Chu Zheng's own thirty-five percent Heavenly Fate, it was enough to determine the overall situation.

Choosing to be an enemy of Chu Zheng is tantamount to seeking one's own doom.

In an instant, the figure of the Erosion Sun Rain completely disappeared, as if he had never appeared, leaving Hao Yan alone.

Hao Yan pondered for a long time, stood up, sent out a message, and then took one step forward, heading straight towards the Boundary.

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Boundary.

The ancient bronze giant gate stood towering and majestic, the mottled body of the gate shone with a dim luster under the glazed starlight, its scars resembling dragon scales tempered by time. As the Gang Feng swept past it, it emitted a dull wail, like the low roar of a trapped dragon.

The traces of the previous great battle had yet to fade, and the surroundings were still a battlefield.

At this moment, this deathly silent battlefield ruin was once again permeated with an oppressive murderous aura due to the arrival of several figures.

Four figures, like four Ancient Divine Mountains pressing down the Star River, stood atop the Boundary, led by none other than the Immortal Ancestor Feng Ting.

Feng Ting's face was as stern as eternal mysterious ice, his long slender eyes opening and closing, with cold light of stars flickering, wearing a plain white Immortal Robe. His sleeves fluttered without wind, making a rustling sound, his entire being enveloped in an extreme sharpness.

The moment his murderous intent stirred, he seemed to transform into a different person, the previous calm and gentle appearance completely faded, as if he became an unparalleled Immortal Sword that seeks to drink blood once unsheathed.

By his side were three other Ancestral Realm beings also exuding immense immortal might.

On the left, a middle-aged man about forty years of age, dressed in a Mysterious Emperor Robe. The robe was embroidered with scenes of Ten Thousand Immortals Paying Homage in gold thread, and he wore a Purple Gold Crown, flowing with the supreme majesty over all heavens. His face was as if carved by knives, with sharp lines, eyebrows like swords, a high and straight nose, and tightly pursed lips, exuding authority without anger.

Just standing there, a heavy and overwhelming aura naturally surrounded him, as though the weight of the Myriad Heavens and Realms converged upon him, his every move could collapse the Star River and shatter myriad paths.

Profound Dome Immortal Ancestor, Taiyi Chaozong, master of the Taiyi Clan.

Standing to Feng Ting's right was a man in a pitch-black Immortal Garb, with a handsome appearance, about thirty years old, yet exuding a vicissitude that had experienced eternal ages. His long hair was immaculate, pure as snow, and his aura was ethereal and elusive.

Immortal Ancestor Hao Ming, Xuling Jun, Direct Bloodline of the Ancient Immortal Ancestor.

Not far from the three of them was a young woman clad in a Seven-Colored Cloud Robe, with a dreamlike visage, eyebrows resembling distant spring mountains, skin like coagulated fat, each feature exquisitely painted.

Beneath this breathtaking appearance, there was a faint terrifying sharpness of slaughter, and her lips held a faint indifferent smile, her eyes sharp as knives.

Immortal Ancestor Ni Huang, from the Punishment Authority, the only anomaly among many Immortal Ancestors. Her main body was the Seven-Colored Divine Phoenix, in Ancient Times she was a dominant figure among great clans, turning to the Immortal Path to showcase astonishing talent, the seven-colored glow scorching heavens and boiling seas, renowned for her fierce reputation.

The four Ancestral Realm beings gathered here, their auras weaving together, pressing the already chaotic Star Domain of the Boundary into a twisted silence, the broken stellar remnants turning to dust under the invisible pressure, reduced to ashes.

None of them spoke, seemingly each harboring their own thoughts.

Under the gazes of Feng Ting and the others, a figure tore through the void, as if crawling out from the abyss, suddenly descending on the Boundary.

It was Hao Yan.