Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

"Heal well before you leave."

Chu Zheng put away the Storage Ring, his expression calm, slowly closing his eyes without speaking further.

He had anticipated this situation a long time ago.

Four million three hundred seventy-six thousand one hundred sixty-three Spirit Stones.

This number shows that Xue Qing had been preparing for a long time.

Perhaps the previous path was too smooth, and he made everything too simple.

He almost instinctively forgot why he came to Ancient Times in the first place.

Reincarnation Road, the great battle in Ancient Times, the Heavenly Destiny True Spirit—there were too many mysteries he needed to uncover.

He thought that avoiding the world and waiting for his cultivation to become strong enough would naturally allow him to unravel those mysteries, but now it seems that if he keeps sitting in seclusion, what originally belonged to Zheng Chu might be taken by others.

Previously, he had a vague worry that his actions might change the future, leading to emptiness in eternity, but he instinctively ignored one point.

The Space-time Law had already told him that if the future changes, then he should not exist here now.

To Xue Qing, without the tempering of life-and-death struggles, in the future, when facing unavoidable great calamities, lacking the accumulated foundation might trap her.

Now he has unconsciously become an obstacle on Xue Qing's path.

Xue Qing had clearly sensed this too, so between her own path and Chu Zheng, she chose her path.

This decisive determination also felt very familiar to Chu Zheng. This familiarity didn't stem from Song Lingxue but from Song Lingqing.

In Song Lingqing's eyes, it was the same—her pursuit of the Dao was unwavering, with her path outweighing everything, unable to be compared to anything else.

Unlike Song Lingqing, Xue Qing seemed somewhat hesitant.

She had evidently thought about today's decision for a long time.

"Ah Zheng, you have helped me so much, and if this continues, I'm afraid one day I won't be able to repay your kindness."

Seeing Chu Zheng put away the Storage Ring, Xue Qing's expression softened considerably, speaking softly:

"Great kindness is like a great enmity; I don't want us to reach that point."

Chu Zheng lowered his eyelids, did not respond, and immersed himself in cultivation.

Xue Qing's recovery speed was startling; with the supplement of fierce beast blood, a severe injury enough to hurt her origin was ninety percent healed within three days, allowing her to move freely.

She didn't seek Chu Zheng specifically to say goodbye but left directly.

At the edge of the valley, Xue Qing instinctively turned back, looking at Chu Zheng seated by the pool, somewhat wanting to ask who Lingxue was, but hesitated for a moment, and this question ultimately remained unspoken.

Now, what does it matter to her?

Outside the valley, deep in the wild forest, Gang Feng began to rise, stirring the ink-green canopy that blocked out the sky, making a dull, tidal wailing sound.

Perceiving Xue Qing's aura vanishing within the valley, Chu Zheng slowly opened his eyes, lost in thought.

In the Upper Realm of the Near Immortal Realm, characters from the Ancient Myths First Realm still exist.

The fact that such beings can be nurtured proves that the Near Immortal Realm is still among the top Great Realms in the Great Universe.

Why such a Great Realm would decline into the later Cangyun Realm obviously has special reasons.

He needs to enter the Upper Realm soon to find some clues.

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On the fifth year after Xue Qing's departure, the deep valley, silent for a long time, welcomed accumulated wind and thunder.

The wind started faintly, initially just gently spinning the fallen leaves at the valley's bottom which had settled over countless years, rustling softly. Then, the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, rich enough to almost become tangible in the valley, began to uneasily stir, like a boiling cauldron, expanding in invisible ripples outward, compressing the surrounding air with a muffled wail.

In the center of the valley, on that ancient unchanging boulder, Chu Zheng sat cross-legged, figure like an ancient pine rooted in jagged rock crevices.

Around him, there was no circulation of brilliance, no terrifying aura leaking out, only a silence so condensed it seemed solid.

This silence was more imposing than any clamor, as if the weight of the entire valley and the rhythm of its breathing had quietly gathered in him alone.

Another five years of meditative sitting, with wind, frost, and snow eroding the rock wall, and the Sun, Moon, and Stars revolving relentlessly, only he remained the sole constant in this spacetime, holding the One and Keeping the Prime.

Inside him, the Primordial Spirit honed to Yang God's Great Perfection was no longer an illusory light but after endless tempering, refined to perfection, condensed into an unparalleled True Spirit.

This True Spirit, like the first ray of light born from chaos at the opening of the universe, was blazing and pure, infused with Pure Yang Qi.

After five years of refinement and sedimentation, his essence, energy, and spirit finally reached consummate perfection at this moment.

Silent rumble, resonating only within Chu Zheng's soul's depths.

That piece of Pure Yang True Spirit suddenly collapsed inward, as if to draw the entire universe within, immediately followed by a silent explosion, an expansion akin to the beginning of creation.

An unprecedented sense of emptiness replaced the solidity and weight of Yang God's Perfection.

His consciousness was no longer confined to the Ancestor Acupoint at his brow, but like invisible tides, it spread, light and translucent.

Every particle of dust in the valley, every vein of leaves in the outer wild forest, the leap of a droplet in a stream a thousand miles away...