Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Sensing the terrifying aura rising from Fu Pinglan, both Wan Wenfeng and Hua Ling felt their blood churn, eyes flashing with a trace of fear as they hurried to Ji Zhouyin's side.

"Martial Ancestor! This...?!"

Wan Wenfeng steadied himself, looking at Ji Zhouyin, whose aura was equally declining, a mix of shock and anger flickering across his gaze as he turned to look at Fu Pinglan not far away, his voice trembling slightly.

Hua Ling's face was likewise ashen, blood and qi in turmoil, clearly suffering heavy injuries.

The tragedy of Feng Ting's four companions was fresh in their minds. They had anticipated that the Heavenly Destiny True Spirit might abandon them, but never did they imagine it would unfold in such a direct and violent manner.

Fu Pinglan had managed to elicit the recognition of the Heavenly Destiny True Spirit, directly stripping Ji Zhouyin of his position as Martial Ancestor and all his heavenly fate!

Faced with the horror of Wan Wenfeng and Hua Ling, Ji Zhouyin slowly raised his head, eyes devoid of anger or resentment.

On his face, now lined with wrinkles and filled with exhaustion and decline, there was only a tranquility akin to dead water.

After a long time, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse:

"The Heavenly Destiny True Spirit no longer trusts me and has chosen Fu Pinglan for a desperate gamble. The Tao Tribulation Stick has also been taken by him."

His cloudy gaze fell upon the increasingly youthful visage of Fu Pinglan, who seemed as though he had returned to his prime, and in the depths of Ji Zhouyin's eyes was an undertone of deep, nearly unresolvable pity.

After a moment, Ji Zhouyin slowly withdrew his gaze, looking at the momentarily bewildered Wan Wenfeng and Hua Ling, his voice hoarse yet calm, carrying a desolate quality of seeing through the end:

"Let him go. Our journey along the Martial Path ends here."

He did not cast another glance at Fu Pinglan, as if all ties had been severed, closing his eyes slowly like an old monk sitting in meditation, his declining aura growing thicker as he quietly awaited the final moment of life's end.

This reaction left Wan Wenfeng and Hua Ling with a moment of difficulty, unsure of what to do. Having lost the heavenly fate and fallen back to the status of Half Ancestor, they found themselves somewhat at a loss facing the current Fu Pinglan.

With heavenly fate entering his body, Fu Pinglan's features underwent subtle changes, becoming sharper and more angular, revealing a cutting edge.

Slowly, he closed his eyes, feeling within him a power unprecedented, as if capable of piercing through ages eternal, slowly clenched his fist, knuckles cracking like popping beans, dark golden battle patterns swirling over his fists, exuding a suffocating destructive wave.

His icy gaze swept over Ji Zhouyin not far away, remaining silent for a moment before speaking:

"I will now assist Chu Zheng with the final steps."

His gaze passed over Wan Wenfeng and Hua Ling, whose faces were marked with faint shock, finally directing his attention outside the Ancestor Hall, toward the direction of the Immortal Domain. An overwhelming killing intent, like the Fire God Ancient Mountain on the verge of eruption, blazed fiercely at the depths of his eyes.

In the next instant, with the Tao Tribulation Stick in hand, he never looked back, stepping onto the eternal starry sky, heading straight for the end of the Star Dome.

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Cangyun Realm.

In stark contrast to the turbulence of the Great Universe Immortal Path, the ruthlessness of All Heavens Realm, this realm seemed like a pocket of Pure Land forgotten by time.

As dusk approached, the heavenly dome was washed clear, a few wispy clouds leisurely drifting, their edges tinted faintly gold by the setting sun's rays.

Over the earth, the mountains and rivers are graceful, streams like ribbons, the nature's spiritual energy although not as grand and vast as that in the Great Immortal Realm, was exceptionally orderly, as if meticulously groomed, flowing smoothly among the mountains and flora, nurturing all living creatures.

Here, there was no rampant turbulence of laws, no ruptured space fissures, even the conflicts between cultivators appeared extremely mild and restrained, while smoke lazily curled from mortal cities, spiritual light faintly emitted from cultivators' dwellings, a scene of peace and serenity.

The immortal veins of this realm had been severed by the Ancestor of Ancient Immortals himself long before ages eternal, which should have been an absolute disaster leading to a dead end. Yet, by a twist of fate, it allowed the realm to remain largely unaffected amidst the colossal waves of the heavenly fate dispute sweeping the Myriad Heavens and Realms and the change of the Ancestral Realm.

It was as if shielded by an invisible barrier, maintaining a fragile yet precious tranquility in these contemporary times.

Hum––

Space rippled as four figures silently arrived atop a mountain within Cangyun Realm.

Chu Zheng still wore a silver-grey robe, his aura as deep as an abyss, followed closely by two Ancient Ancestors, Sun-Eroding Rain and Chu An. Around them, enveloped by an array laid down by Chu Zheng, their evil qi was sealed.

Otherwise, the evil qi surrounding the Ancient Ancestors could turn Cangyun Realm into a purgatory in an instant.

Chu Zheng cast a glance over Cangyun Realm, swiftly spotting the presence of Taixuan Sect, and the figure of Fu Quanliang, with Geng Yiyang having returned to Cangyun Realm as well.

Since the Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield, he had not seen Geng Yiyang for a long time; this was an apt occasion for a reunion.

Sun-Eroding Cry scanned the serene and harmonious Small World before him, a distinct doubt surfacing in his eyes:

"Is this the Near Immortal Realm?"

His voice was like distant thunder, carrying a sense of unfamiliarity spanning endless ages.

In Ancient Times, Near Immortal Realm was among the foremost in the Great Universe, an extremely significant Great Realm, with deep foundations and numerous strong figures, far from being 'ruined' as it appeared now.

"Indeed, this is the Near Immortal Realm."

Chu Zheng nodded slightly, his gaze not lingering on the scenery of Cangyun Realm, but rather casting a glance at the silent Sun-Eroding Rain behind him, directly asking: "Senior, what is your relation to this person?"

Chu Zheng had long noticed that since Sun-Eroding Cry's release, his gaze had lingered on Sun-Eroding Rain's many times, with emotions hidden deeply in those eyes, coupled with their shared surname, evidently there was a profound connection.