Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

The layout of the Immortal Dao Heavenly Fate True Spirit, before Chu Zheng's absolute advantage of five and a half folds of Heavenly Fate in his palm, were merely a few particularly notable chess pieces on the board.

But this chess board, involving the battle of the eternal Dao and even the Cosmic Origin, was far from reaching the final game.

Chu Zheng did not interfere with the cultivation paths of Shang Cangyun and Zhao Tingxian, and he did not hesitate long before making a decision.

Without notifying anyone, he raised his hand directly, preparing to break through the space-time barrier and step into the River of Space-Time.

He wants to go against the flow alone and revisit the old days.

Nowadays, the passage of time is no longer important to him; when he returns, time will still be waiting for him at the starting point.

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A subtle crack appeared silently in front of his fingertips, revealing the River of Space-Time enveloped with endless fragments of time.

The violent space-time turbulence surged out from the crack, but upon reaching three feet in front of Chu Zheng, it automatically parted like gentle streams, quietly settling.

Chu Zheng stepped out, his figure instantly submerged into that space-time crack, which silently closed behind him, the starry dome restored as if no one had ever left.

Chu Zheng moved without pause, stepped into the River of Space-Time, moving upstream, and in an instant, immense pressure squeezed from all directions, heavy enough to crush ordinary entities of the Ancestral Realm.

Moreover, an invisible immense force, like countless invisible giant hands, clung to his ankles, attempting to pull him back to the present time-space node, preventing him from peering into the past.

However, for Chu Zheng, who had fully refined threefold Heavenly Fate, this pressure, which would deter Ancestral Realm experts, posed no significant hindrance.

He had already transcended the linear constraints of time, like a traveler walking along the river bank, overlooking the rushing waters below.

He walked forward, not struggling in the rapid river, but following the invisible, higher-dimensional riverbank of the River of Space-Time, moving upstream calmly and steadily.

A step forward, the torrent of time fragments beneath his feet surged violently, countless frozen images swiftly flowing back, shattering and restructuring.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding scene had changed countless times, millennia of time beneath his feet was like a mere step, easily crossed.

Occasionally glancing down, he saw his past self fighting bloodily in space-time, scene after scene of the past flew by like a revolving lantern.

Instantly, he stopped before a particularly turbulent space-time domain filled with destructive energy and glaring blood light.

The time fragments here were larger and more fractured than elsewhere, reflecting chaotic and brutal light and shadow.

Chu Zheng's figure, like a transparent ghost, stood quietly at the high point of the riverbank, overlooking the intense enactment of the old scenes below.

He saw himself, his eyes burning with chilling killing intent, holding the Emperor's Blade amidst blood light, and he also saw Fu Pinglan.

It was the battle that determined the Martial Arts Heavenly Fortune, and completely changed all his own trajectories.

Chu Zheng's gaze, like a carving knife, fixated on every subtle movement of Fu Pinglan.

He saw Fu Pinglan's five fingers burst into blood rays, fiercely leaving blood marks on himself, forcibly imprisoning the violently struggling Heavenly Destiny True Spirit within, and he saw that extremely complex, self-mocking bitterness in Fu Pinglan's eyes.

Chu Zheng carefully observed those blood marks, recording them in his mind.

The blood marks able to temporarily confine the Heavenly Destiny True Spirit were by no means simple, and definitely had some value for research.

Soon, the Emperor's Blade pierced Fu Pinglan's neck, blood light soared, dyeing time red, his head shattered explosively, transformed into a sky full of blood rain, remaining body falling into the River of Space-Time, vanishing instantly.

Chu Zheng stood quietly on the riverbank of the River of Space-Time, like a bystander, watching this scene repeatedly, eyes growing heavier with confusion.

On that day, caught in the battle, filled with hatred and killing intent, he only found Fu Pinglan's actions strange and puzzling, but now, detached from time, examining from a new perspective, the doubts not only failed to dissipate but grew even more intense.

This arch-enemy, whom he vowed to kill and detested deeply, at the last moment chose to surrender the Martial Arts Heavenly Fortune in an almost altruistic manner.

Standing on the riverbank of the River of Space-Time, Chu Zheng watched for a moment and did not linger long, continuing along the riverbank moving upstream into the past.

The torrent of time fragments beneath his feet grew increasingly turbulent, more fractured, waves roaring.

After a few breaths, he paused again, gaze penetrating the chaotic fog of time, fixed on a river domain interwoven with divine radiance and martial hostility.

He saw several familiar figures, Fu Pinglan, Wan Wenfeng, and Heavenly Punishment, besides them, Zheng Chu.

This forbidden realm unreachable by ordinary living creatures, where the River of Space-Time roared down from the ancient end.

Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu sat cross-legged beside the river, not of flesh and blood, more like a Golden Body Statue forged from pure faith and Laws, expression indifferent and emotionless.

Countless followers' willingness crossed time-space, interwoven at his fingertips, converging into an Incense Fire Divine Chain emitting misty halos, hanging into the rushing River of Space-Time, greedily extracting Divine Power, maintaining his existence.

His gaze, like two cold suns, penetrating space-time barriers, landing on three figures on the opposite shore of the river.