Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

At the edge of the Chaos Sea, the time-space barrier that had stretched for countless ages, causing numerous Ancestral Realms to sigh in frustration, melted silently the moment Chu Zheng raised his hand, like snow under the warm sun of spring.

In an instant, the time-space barrier turned from solid and heavy to gradually more ethereal and transparent, dissipating at a speed beyond imagination.

All Ancestral Realms inside and outside the Chaos Sea felt a distortion and blur in the light and shadows before their eyes, as the barrier that had once been deemed insurmountable crumbled thin as a cicada wing in mere breaths and finally vanished into nothingness.

No more barriers existed between the interior and exterior of the Chaos Sea.

The cosmic starry sky was dead silent, one could almost hear the sound of Law Fragments annihilating.

Feng Ting's expression became extremely unpleasant the moment the barrier disappeared completely, and his eyes contained shock, anger, and unwillingness as he scanned the figures nearby with aura as deep as an abyss, speaking with a chill in his tone:

"If all of you had worked wholeheartedly and strived together, this barrier of the Chaos Sea would have been breached ten years ago; how could Chu Zheng have had today's opportunity to achieve his ancestral entry?!"

His questioning echoed through the dead silent starry sky, which he had seen clearly enough over the past twenty years.

The Taoist and Buddhist Ancestors, the Four Ancestors of the Martial Hall, and even the Taiching of the Qi Refining Lineage, although appearing to be allied with him, actually harbored their own thoughts, their focus never truly on breaking the barrier of the Chaos Sea, but instead observing, weighing, as if waiting for something.

It was this holding back that gave Chu Zheng those crucial twenty years.

However, regarding Feng Ting's accusations, the various Ancestral Realms reacted as if made of clay and wood, without any reaction.

The Daoist Ancestor's face was shrouded in a misty charm, his gaze deep as an ancient well, seemingly contemplating the supreme principle of the universe, utterly ignoring.

The Buddha bowed his head and closed his eyes, holding prayer beads, his appearance solemn, surrounded by flowing Buddhist light, conveying a detached indifference as if apart from the world.

The Four Ancestors of the Martial Hall maintained a condensed aura, similarly silent.

As for the Taiching of the Qi Refining Lineage, he too remained silent, as if merged with the starry sky, his aura ethereal and elusive.

Their gazes at this moment had already pierced through the barrier that had just disappeared, carrying unprecedented gravity, even a trace of indistinguishable awe, focused on the figure in robes of silver-grey walking slowly out from the edge of the Chaos Sea.

Chu Zheng stepped on the ripples of Law remnants left by the melting of the time-space barrier, walking with calm steps, like a stroll in a leisurely courtyard, arriving before the many Ancestral Realms.

Behind him, fifteen Ancient Ancestors followed closely, their aura connected, like stars circling around an imperial star, murderous intent spanning the starry sky.

The aura of the Ancestral Realm silently enveloped this Star Domain, blurring the time-space barrier, and friction began to happen in the unseen Heavenly Fate.

In this suffocating silence, a sudden change occurred.

The first to break the silence was the Taiqing Daozu of the Qi Refining Lineage.

His figure gradually solidified, appearing as an elderly man in his seventies, with white hair and beard, and a lean face, without any dazzling light around him, only thick chaotic primordial Qi surging, flowing naturally like breath.

The moment Taiqing appeared, facing Chu Zheng's direction, he bowed respectfully without hesitation, his voice like thunder, echoing under the dome of the starry sky:

"Taiqing of the Qi Refining Lineage, by decree of the Daoist Ancestor, comes to protect the Dao, congratulates the Daoist Ancestor for his creative meritorious virtue, and certifies entrance to the Ancestral Realm."

These words were earth-shattering!

Feng Ting and the four Immortal Ancestors' pupils suddenly contracted, their faces instantly paling.

"Taiqing! Have you forgotten who aided you in becoming a Daluo Golden Immortal?!"

Coming to his senses, Feng Ting yelled sharply: "You promised me you would initiate a Dao War; instead, you delayed repeatedly, and now you tell me you want to help Chu Zheng?!"

As he spoke, his gaze instinctively turned toward the Daoist Ancestor nearby, feeling slightly chilled.

Decreed by the Daoist Ancestor, to protect Chu Zheng... Which Daoist Ancestor?!

Zheng Chu?!

Before he could think further, Ji Zhouyin, who stood at the forefront among the Four Ancestors of the Martial Hall, stepped forward. He did not bow, merely crossing his fists over his chest, his voice a low rumble, like muffled thunder rolling across the starry sky:

"By the decree of the former Martial Ancestor Yan Feng, should the Dao War start and Zheng Chu enters the Ancestral Realm, achieving a position of great power, the Martial Path must not act contrary, and should render full assistance."

Upon hearing this, Fu Pinglan, standing behind him, had a cold gleam flash in his eyes momentarily, but he did not speak, essentially acknowledging Ji Zhouyin's words.

Wan Wenfeng exchanged a glance with Hua Ling beside him, similarly refraining from speaking further.

The Martial Hall, at the moment Ji Zhouyin spoke, chose their side without hesitation, and aligned with Chu Zheng!

Seeing this, Feng Ting's fingertips trembled violently, his chest heaving uncontrollably, almost incapable of restraint:

"Ji Zhouyin, you..."

Before the several Immortal Ancestors could digest these successive changes, the silent Daoist Ancestor stepped forward.

The misty charm cloaking his face slowly dissipated, revealing a gentle visage, eyes deep as the sea, surrounded by an aura of calmness.

He faced Chu Zheng, bowing deeply, his tone sincere:

"I am Xuanwei, who once received the grace of the Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu for reconstructing, surviving in the blood battle of the Heavenly Fate and thus having reached the Ancestral Realm today. This grace is heavier than Kunyue Star Sea, never daring to forget day and night. Today, I walk upon the earthly realm, not for personal gain, but to repay the benevolent protection bestowed years ago."

He was a survivor of the Late Primordial Era's Heavenly Fate struggle, also a beneficiary under Zheng Chu's protection.

Feng Ting's gaze darkened abruptly, then he forcefully turned to the last giant who had yet to make a statement.

That Buddha seated on the Lotus Platform, surrounded by all-encompassing Buddhist light.