Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Under his gaze, the Buddha slowly opened his eyes.

"Could it be, you..."

Feng Ting's voice carried a hint of tremor.

The Buddha's appearance was dignified, his hands together, softly reciting a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha Buddha."

His voice was grand and compassionate, resounding throughout the Myriad Heavens and Realms:

"In this age, as the Six Paths perish, the ocean of karma overflows. Beings are unafraid of present sins, not cultivating future good fruits. The Jialan Pillars rot, incense extinguishes, and if this continues, the Treasure Temple will collapse, the Pure Land will wither. This is the great calamity of the Buddhist end times."

The Buddha's gaze pierced the void and fell upon Chu Zheng, carrying an understanding of cause and effect:

"Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu, in past years, enacted the law and propagated Dao, to reestablish the heavenly order, sacrificing oneself to endure tribulations for all beings. This is indeed a sea of immeasurable merits, a vow of supreme compassion. My Buddhist lineage should naturally invest the willingness of ten directions to protect this lamp of the Bodhi heart, which is to protect all living beings, and also to ensure the Jialan continues to survive."

The choice of Buddhism is based on the continuity of the Taoist Orthodoxy. The path that Zheng Chu follows is to reestablish the Six Paths of Reincarnation, reigniting hope of faith, which is wholly beneficial and causes no harm to Buddhism.

Feng Ting looked around, his figure uncontrollably staggering for a moment.

Refining Qi Taiching, the Four Ancestors of the Martial Hall, Ten Thousand Realms Daoist and Buddha...

Aside from his lineage of the Immortal Path, throughout the whole Great Universe, all the significant peak Taoist Orthodoxies and existences in the Ancestral Realm, unexpectedly sided with Chu Zheng the moment he stepped out of the Chaos Sea.

This is not merely the imbalance of power, but a complete overthrow of Orthodoxy, the hearts of people, and even the trend of the Universe!

Feng Ting's eyes were bloodshot. Could it be... the Heavens truly intend to destroy my Feng family?

The three Immortal Ancestors standing behind Feng Ting could no longer maintain their composure, the immense psychological disparity and overwhelming pressure cause their faces to turn as pale as paper, collectively stepping back half a step.

This half-step retreat, under the dead silent starry sky, appeared extremely glaring and utterly wretched.

Yet, including Chu Zheng, none present felt that the reactions of these Immortal Ancestors were inappropriate.

Currently, the number of Ancestors alongside Chu Zheng, including himself, had exceeded twenty.

What does this concept represent? During the ancient war in the past, even those who besieged Zheng Chu numbered less than this!

In such circumstances, relying solely on the four Immortal Ancestors couldn't stir any waves. Even if Feng Ting used all the Heavenly Fate of the Immortal Path to protect himself, he couldn't last beyond two breaths, facing instant decapitation.

Feng Ting stood alone at the forefront, facing Chu Zheng's indifferent gaze, slowly scanning the many Ancestors before him.

In this moment, he seemed to experience Zheng Chu's feelings back then, enduring the crushing force of the Universe trend.

His eyes stared hard at Chu Zheng, within which surged a tumultuous unwillingness, and the despair of a dead-end.

At this moment, the focus of all eyes in the Universe and the Two Realms converged here.

Chu Zheng did not speak, falling into a long silence.

He lowered his eyes, slowly scanning the many formidable figures before him, who had traversed the world for countless years.

Refining Qi Taiching, the Four Ancestors of the Martial Hall, Ancestral Daoists, the revered ones of Buddhism...

Each face before him, whether respectful, solemn, or carrying reminiscence and gratitude, all emotional fluctuations were clearly reflected in his eyes.

He turned around and glanced back, his gaze swept over the many ancient ancestors behind him, whose expressions were equally agitated, even with a hint of fanaticism.

Their loyalty stemmed from his current ascension to the Ancestral Realm, even more so from their belief that he is the continuation of Zheng Chu.

Too smooth.

This thought, like a cold sharp blade, suddenly sliced through Chu Zheng's heart lake, stirring a slight yet sharp ripple.

Ever since he stepped into the Vast Universe by utilizing the Holy Spirit Plate, every step he took was upon an already paved, clearly targeted path.

The Chaos Sea, this chaotic land sealed by Zheng Chu for a billion years, unexpectedly became his best retreat training ground. The strength of its spatial barrier and the residual depth of the Great Realm inside provided him an almost perfect environment for impacting the Ancestral Realm.

Before him, the many Ancestors who turned sides and pledged allegiance, whether it was Taiching acting under the decree of the Ancestral Dao, or the Martial Hall obeying the legacy of previous Martial Ancestors, or Xuanwei repaying kindness, or the Buddha protecting the Orthodox line; all their efforts were never directed toward Chu Zheng.

It was for Zheng Chu.

For Zheng Chu in their memories, that one who suppressed the ancients, strategically far-reaching, seemingly calculating everything as the Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu.

Yet he, Chu Zheng, was merely a continuation of Zheng Chu.

But now the issue lies, regarding the source of all this, about Zheng Chu himself, about the deep intentions of his layout, and about the origin of the Acquired Dao Seed in his body… everything remained a cold, bone-chilling blank in his mind.

Like the void before the Universe's birth, devoid of any memory fragment residual, having no clues to follow.

The illusion of the Heart Burning Corridor can only be a vague guide, like the moon in water, a flower in a mirror, shattering upon touch.

This feeling of being pushed forward by an invisible giant hand, laden with anticipation yet not knowing the path forward, troubled Chu Zheng with a deeper sense of absurdity and unease than any powerful enemy.

His present situation seems determined by a general trend, but is in fact extremely perilous.

Whether the ancient ancestors following him or the various Ancestors submitting before him, their expectations are to reopen the heavens and earth, reshape reincarnation, and remap the Yin Yang Two Realms.

This is the fundamental reason they followed Zheng Chu; this is what they believed only Zheng Chu could accomplish—a grand undertaking to save the Universe and establish a foundation for generations of the Two Realms!

But Chu Zheng now, he hasn't even figured out what this so-called reincarnation of the Vast Universe truly is.

It was merely a concept existing in legends, in the lamentation of the Buddha, its collapse brought about the decline of the Buddhist and Taoist lineages, and fearlessness in the hearts of men. Yet, how did it function? Why did it collapse? And how to rebuild it?

The division of the Yin Yang Two Realms was more like a phrase left by Zheng Chu, existing in the expectations of those before him and remains an unknown mist to Chu Zheng.

He now has not even clarified the essence of the goal, how can he shoulder the responsibility of "reopening the heavens and earth"?!

The grand scene before him, seemingly with universal expectations and ten thousand paths bowing, was built upon a massive and perilous foundation of lies.

Everyone believed he was the omnipotent, all-knowing Zheng Chu, convinced he knew the past and future, knew how to reopen the heavens and earth.

But he is not; he is only Chu Zheng, who inherited Zheng Chu's name but knows nothing of Zheng Chu's past.

This massive cognitive gap is like an unfathomable abyss lying beneath the radiant glory.

If this continues, once everyone realizes their hoped-for 'Daoist Ancestor' is also clueless about the future, this seemingly indestructible alliance, this union of myriad daos, will instantly collapse.

The backlash could drag both him and the Two Realms into an abyss of Ten Thousand Tribulations, how could this last?!

In the depths of Chu Zheng's eyes, a scarcely perceptible cloud of doubt quietly spread, cold and solemn.

He slowly raised his eyes, looking at the Four Immortal Ancestors not far away, his fingers slightly curling beneath the invisible folds of his sleeve.

This seeming initiation of ascension to the absolute peak and control over everything might just be the beginning of a true storm.

He must, before the magnificent glory entirely collapses, before this illusionary expectation melts away find that thoroughly erased ancient history.

About Zheng Chu, about reincarnation, and about himself.

Thus, he might see clearly this chess game shrouding the Universe, spanning ancient times and space, to find out who is the chess player pushing all behind.

In a moment, Chu Zheng calmed down, his eyes falling not far before him on Feng Ting and the three Immortal Ancestors behind him.

The four Immortal Ancestors carried with them two-tenths of the Immortal Path's Heavenly Fate, which was the largest portion of Heavenly Fate currently beyond his control in the Two Realms.

No matter what, first bringing this two-tenth of Heavenly Fate into his grasp was the rightful path.

This way, even if backlash comes in the future, he would still possess the power for self-preservation.

Fortunately, the Moonlight Immortal Ancestor was not here, having not participated in this battle.

In the swift circulation of thoughts, Chu Zheng slowly raised his hand, whispering:

"Kill!"