Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Hao Yan, alone, crossed realms without inviting any ancient ancestor to accompany him. His gaze was like lightning, instantly sweeping over the four Immortal Ancestors of Feng Ting, sharp eyes carrying a hint of scrutiny.

His gaze finally settled on Feng Ting's stern face, his brow furrowing, and his voice carried a touch of coldness:

"Feng Ting, where is my sister Moonlight?"

The atmosphere on the boundary suddenly became somewhat subtle upon these words.

In Feng Ting's eyes, a cold light flickered, his expression froze for a moment, then returned to normal, his voice calm and emotionless:

"Your esteemed self need not worry about Moonlight."

Feng Ting spoke slowly, his expression calm: "This battle is perilous and widespread. Moonlight's lifespan is nearing its end, her essence is waning. It's not suitable for her to exhaust herself in such disputes anymore. Let her rest peacefully, away from trouble."

"Her lifespan nearing its end? Did you only learn of her expiring lifespan today?"

For this obviously perfunctory remark, Hao Yan's brows knitted tighter, the scrutiny in his gaze deepened: "With her cultivation, even if her essence has slightly declined, why should she avoid battle? Moreover, for such an important matter, you invited me here only to keep her out of it? What exactly are you intending?"

Facing Hao Yan's questioning gaze, Feng Ting's expression remained stern. He did not directly answer the prior question but slowly raised his hand, pointing to a distant chaotic starry sky:

"What meaning is there in entangling about where Moonlight is at this moment? What is Chu Zheng currently doing? He is in seclusion, attempting a breakthrough into the Ancestral Realm. Once he succeeds, aided by many ancient ancestors, he will soar with the wind, subduing both realms beneath him at his whim. The previous fall of the two ancestors of the Martial Hall is already a precedent."

"The karma created in the late primordial times of Zheng Chu, perhaps you have heard of it. If the Heavenly Fate falls entirely into his hands, we both will have no escape; he is different from us. We merely go with the heavenly flow, he wishes to seize the heavens!"

"He regards the ancestors of the paths as mere grass; today, we gather not for personal gain but for the cultivators of both realms, to fight for a slim chance of survival."

At this point, Feng Ting's expression grew more solemn:

"Many ancient ancestors are purging the Chaos Sea, sparing no effort, hastening time, preparing a place for Chu Zheng's seclusion. Our hesitation now, every day of delay, is simply giving Chu Zheng several decades without reason. With his talent, aided by Heavenly Fortune, stepping into the Ancestral Realm will not take long."

"If we wait for him to succeed and come out of seclusion, all will be over. Only by striking with thunderous force at the crucial moment of his seclusion, when he cannot attend to other matters, combining our strengths can we break his path to advancement, burying him utterly in the chaotic currents of time, thus resolving this overwhelming crisis!"

Feng Ting's words, seemingly for the greater good, supposedly fighting for the lives of all living beings, sank like a stone into the sea, not stirring even a ripple of agreement in Hao Yan's eyes.

His expression remained stern, his eyes slowly swept over the four Immortal Ancestors before him, finally returning to Feng Ting's stern face, a faintly mocking smile curved at the corner of his mouth, his voice carried skepticism, clearly audible in the deathly silent boundary:

"Just the four of you?"

"Even if, as you say, this matter concerns our survival..."

Hao Yan's expression gradually cooled: "With just the four of you, plus the eight ancient ancestors including myself..."

He paused, his gaze swept over Feng Ting: "With just this strength, do you wish to shake Chu Zheng who already has twelve ancient ancestors guarding him?"

"The ancient ancestors beside Chu Zheng, each and every one has lived from the late primordial era to this day, all at Ancestor Realm Perfection."

Hao Yan shook his head slightly, the mockery in his eyes growing: "Forgive my bluntness, just the four of you, it's truly hard to achieve anything, akin to seeking death."

"Of course, it's not just us four."

Feng Ting took a deep breath, his gaze burningly intense:

"The Ten Thousand Realms Daoist and Buddha, the Four Ancestors of the Martial Hall, will accompany us. The Refining Qi Taiching will also participate. Is this still not qualified to strive for a future?"

Upon these words, a flicker crossed Hao Yan's eyes. The Ten Thousand Realms Daoist and Buddha, the Four Ancestors of the Martial Hall, the Refining Qi Taiching, plus the four ancestors of the Immortal Alliance, already made eleven.

Even if only half of the remaining eight ancient ancestors of the Vast Universe are recruited, the combined strength already surpasses Chu Zheng much more than anticipated.

The chips in Feng Ting's hand far exceeded Hao Yan's previous estimation.

This slight emotional fluctuation, fleeting, Hao Yan's gaze soon regained calm, he was not distracted by the chips Feng Ting laid out, throwing out a more crucial question:

"And after killing Chu Zheng?"

"In this battle, there will certainly be ancestral realm collapse, by then the scattered Heavenly Fate, how will you handle it? Who will take charge of the fallen Heavenly Fate? The Ten Thousand Realms Daoist and Buddha, or the Four Ancestors of the Martial Hall? Or perhaps... you, Feng Ting?"

The deathly silence enveloped the boundary.

After a long while, Feng Ting's voice sounded again, carrying decisiveness:

"Once battle begins, it's a decisive battle."

His gaze swept over the three Immortal Ancestors beside him, then returned to Hao Yan's face, resolute and decisive:

"The battle to kill Chu Zheng is also the final Dao War; the ownership of Heavenly Fate will be decided on the spot. The various paths have already agreed; the Chaos Sea is the most suitable battlefield."

This is the cruelest and most direct method, solving all the problems together.

Hao Yan remained silent, not rushing to speak.

Feng Ting's proposed method was cruel and direct, but it did not completely eliminate the doubts in his heart.

In the current Great Universe, except for the Second-fold Immortal Martial with Heavenly Destiny True Spirit, the remaining Heavenly Fortune is too scattered; once the path collapses, there is a high probability it will be swallowed by the Second-fold Immortal Martial.

Once Immortal Path or Martial Path gains the upper hand, the situation at that time may likely become uncontrollable.

The Chaos Sea is different from the Vast Universe. As the Immortal Path Ancestor, Feng Ting can fully utilize the power of the Immortal Dao Heavenly Destiny to protect his body, making his combat power much stronger than the ordinary Ancestor Realm.