Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

This torso exudes the terrifying aura of an ancient beast, even after eons of suppression, it still retains the overwhelming essence blood fluctuations that cause even the ancient ancestors to tremble.

Chu Zheng's gaze was calm as he instantly activated his healing divine power. With a slight movement of his mind, the Heavenly Fate Star River within his clear Dao Seed began to shine, distorting time and space in an instant.

Buzz——

Five pathways piercing through the void suddenly opened in front of Chu Zheng, and at the end of these paths, they connected to the Heart Burning Corridor and the four poles of the Great Immortal Realm.

The aura of the five matched that of the torso, instantly locking onto them, drawing them forth.

In the next moment, two arms and two legs, bearing the same dark golden sheen and imprinted with battle patterns, along with the head, surged from the space channel, merging with the torso.

The dark golden light surged like boiling lava at the connection of the torso and limbs, fusing, and those ancient and ferocious wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, requiring little energy from Chu Zheng to mend, and new life began.

The body of Sun-Eroding Cry, even to this day, had not lost its vitality, astonishingly beginning to self-repair; the energy Chu Zheng expended during this process was negligible.

This terrifying physique, Chu Zheng had never seen such in his lifetime.

In an instant, flesh regenerated, bones reconnected, battle patterns permeated; the entire process happened faster than imaginable.

In just a few breaths, a figure that reached the sky and earth emerged, exuding a terrifying aura enough to make all heavens and stars tremble, quietly hovering above the shattered Great Immortal Realm.

This body had muscles twisted like dragons, bones resembling divine pillars holding up the sky, dark golden skin flowing with an immortal divine light, and the martial arts battle patterns imprinted upon it came alive, evolving a terrifying imagery of creation and destruction.

As the aura gradually condensed, the battle patterns recessed beneath the skin, the eyes that had been closed for countless eons suddenly opened.

Two substantial gazes like chaotic divine thunder pierced the Immortal Realm's firmament, filled with the wild joy of regaining freedom, and a trace of pure primal wildness belonging to ancient fierce gods.

"Senior."

Chu Zheng's voice sounded calmly, he cupped his hands in respect.

Sun-Eroding Cry slowly shifted his head, looking past Chu Zheng at a group of ancient ancestors, pausing momentarily on the figure of Erosion Sun Rain, his aura gradually restraining.

Then, he stared at the ground below, at the shattered remains of the Immortal Tablet, silent for a moment before speaking:

"You really did it..."

He had toppled the Immortal Path, united with a group of ancient ancestors, and his cultivation had already entered the ancestral realm; in less than a few centuries, Chu Zheng had already established the grand scheme.

Chu Zheng did not say much, his gaze swept across the Great Immortal Realm that was accelerating into collapse due to Sun-Eroding Cry's complete liberation.

The fracture of the Immortal Tablet had long shaken the foundation of the Great Realm, and now Sun-Eroding Cry, a suppressed martial ancestor for billennia, had broken free, like the last straw on the camel's back.

Vast regions of the Immortal Domain began to completely disintegrate, space shattered like broken glass, falling piece by piece, the immortal qi continuously leaked, like the death throes of a giant beast.

This once glorious and resplendent Great Immortal Realm was visibly decaying.

But the centipede remains unbroken even in death, the foundations of the Great Immortal Realm were still enough to sustain it for a long time.

Chu Zheng's gaze once again turned towards the depths of the Fairy Palace.

Song Lingqing remained in seclusion, seemingly unaware of the catastrophe outside the palace.

Chu Zheng raised his hand, gently pointing towards the direction of the quiet room.

Three strands of supremely pure, transparent talisman seals condensed from the source of the Ancestral Realm quietly appeared at his fingertips.

In the next instant, three Tao Talismans silently penetrated the restrictions of the Fairy Palace, disregarding spatial distance, imprinted on Song Lingqing's brow sea of consciousness.

The three Tao Talismans could block three deadly disasters; temporarily, they were enough to keep Song Lingqing safe.

At this moment, he did not have the energy to care for Song Lingqing.

After finishing everything, Chu Zheng did not linger any longer, inclined his head towards Sun-Eroding Cry: "Please, Senior, take a step to talk."

With those words, he stepped into the void, merging with it, addressing the ancient ancestors:

"Chu An and Erosion Sun Rain can accompany me. The Heaven and Earth Laws of the Great Universe are not in your favor, return to the Universe first, I will be there shortly."

Upon hearing this, the ancient ancestors exchanged glances, leaving only Chu An and Erosion Sun Rain behind to follow Chu Zheng, with others turning back toward the Chaos Sea.

The boundary had yet to open; they could only use the space channel to return to the Universe.

They never liked the Law Qi Mechanism in the Great Universe; they were always suppressed.

Among the ancient ancestors, only Hao Yan lingered for a moment, gazing at the remains of the Heavenly Fortune Immortal Tablet, before leaving silently.

For a moment, the universe fell into silence, leaving only the collapsing ruins of the Immortal Path.

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Martial Hall.

Within the core region's Ancestor Hall.

The hall walls are cast from countless solidified Martial Path wills and blood essence crystals, filled with an aura of death and destruction, with the eternal battle intent faintly boiling.

Deep in the halls, the Martial Dao Blood Patterns pulsate like the heart of a colossal beast, each beat causing the void to tremble with a humming resonance.

Fu Pinglan sits cross-legged atop the Martial Dao Blood Patterns in the center of the hall, his expression indifferent.

Suddenly, he speaks slowly, his voice hard and steely:

"Ji Zhouyin has lost heart and no longer has the strength to contend with Chu Zheng."

His voice is firm and resolute, each word like a heavy hammer striking the hall walls, probing into the void:

"At this rate, two portions of Martial Arts Heavenly Fortune will inevitably be seized by Chu Zheng, like taking something from a bag."

In an instant, his aura becomes exceedingly condensed and sharp, his eyes opening with a fearsome gleam, revealing a resolute look of determination and slaughter.

He slowly rises, gazing into the void, his eyes fixed on the unseen Heavenly Destiny True Spirit.

"The fate of the Immortal Path is imminent. If the Martial Path continues under Ji Zhouyin's control, it will be akin to sitting back and waiting for death, allowing Heavenly Fortune to fall into Chu Zheng's hands."

"Even if you merge into the Martial Path, if Chu Zheng truly harbors murderous intent, slaughtering all Martial Cultivators, your fate will still be a dead end."

Speaking of this, Fu Pinglan's gaze is sharp as a knife, piercing deeply into the void, and he speaks in a deep voice:

"Grant me the position of Martial Ancestor, along with these two portions of Heavenly Fortune, let me wield the Martial Path and give my all to kill Chu Zheng."

His voice suddenly heightens, carrying an irrefutable decision:

"Even if I fall and die, you can reclaim Heavenly Fortune before I perish, suffering no losses."

As his words fall, silence engulfs the void.

After a brief pause, the unexpected happens!

Buzz——

The entire Martial Hall's core Ancestor Hall shakes violently.

Boom——

Accompanied by a thunderous sound, immense Heavenly Fortune begins to converge, like rivers returning to the sea.

Including the original portions distributed among Ji Zhouyin, Wan Wenfeng, and Hua Ling, the Martial Arts Heavenly Fortune is collectively extracted, assembling into a dark golden torrent tearing through the void, like a star river breaking its banks, pouring tirelessly into Fu Pinglan's body.

At the moment of the Heavenly Fortune's wave, Ji Zhouyin lets out a suppressed grunt, his aura plummeting like an avalanche, his cultivation realm dropping instantly from the Ancestral Realm of Martial Dao to the Half Ancestor Realm upon losing the Heavenly Fortune's support.

This situation is no different from that experienced by Feng Ting and the others before.

His expression is unusually calm, as if he's long been aware.

Simultaneously, Wan Wenfeng and Hua Ling, two Martial Ancestors, not far away, similarly suffer heavy blows, unable to react, their Martial Path blood essence instantly withering.

Their faces turn ashen, simultaneously spitting out a mouthful of essence blood containing the origin of the Martial Path, their auras declining sharply, also falling to the Half Ancestor Realm, their eyes filled with horror and disbelief.

Fu Pinglan's condition is entirely different, his sitting figure suddenly straightens, like an ancient fierce god fully awakened!

The dark golden torrent frantically floods into his body, perfectly merging with his flesh, muscles, laced with every strand of the Martial Path, his body expanding, heightening, muscles knotting like dragons and snakes rising to land, bones emitting thunderous booms.

The Martial Arts Battle Patterns on his skin surface spread wildly like living creatures, with originally robust right arm surface emerging patches of scale armor, as if tainted with the blood of chaos gods, soaring defiantly.

His aura climbs continuously, instantly surpassing the previous peak, reaching an unprecedented fearsome state.

The ferocious Martial Path force, like a tangible storm, sweeps through the surrounding universe and stars centered on him.

Opposite to the aura is Fu Pinglan's expression at this moment.

His gaze is unexpectedly calm, without a ripple in his expression, devoid of anger, or a boiling intent to kill, only a deathly stillness.

Fu Pinglan lowers his eyes, staring at his palm, a slight tug at the corner of his mouth, a glimmer of self-mockery flashing in his eyes.

This is the Martial Ancestor, this is the Martial Dao Heavenly Position.