Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

The infinite and endless subtle information between heaven and earth no longer required deliberate perception. Naturally and vividly, it flowed into his now clear Sea of Consciousness.

Sixth Rank of Qi Refining, Returning to Void Realm.

Chu Zheng slowly opened his eyes. Within those eyes, there was no sharpness, only a tranquility akin to a deep pool.

He spread out his palm, with long fingers and distinct joints.

At this moment, the pads of his fingers and the palms were not of smooth skin but were covered with intricate and profound patterns that appeared and disappeared mysteriously.

These patterns were not tattoos but seemed to grow naturally from the depths of his flesh and bones, like the rings of a great tree recording the traces of time and Dao Laws.

This was the result of years of painstaking research and exploration, an incomplete law-breaking rune that he had further enhanced.

As a former Ancestral Realm, Chu Zheng was well aware of the potential of this law-breaking rune, which pointed directly to the origins of all laws and implied a terrifying potential to tear through the rules and break through all obstacles.

For the Immortal Path, if deduced to the peak, it would be enough to dismantle its foundation.

After five years of sitting quietly, having achieved Returning to Void, the talismatic patterns were initially formed. The time had come.

He stood up, and his bones emitted a series of light yet continuous crackling sounds, as if a slumbering Mountain God was stretching its body.

The moment he rose, the spiritual energy storm that had brewed for several days in the valley was smoothed by an invisible giant hand, calming instantly. The wild winds ceased, the dead leaves fell, and even the surging spiritual energy became gentle, encircling him to form a soft halo.

He looked up, his gaze penetrating the dense canopy of the valley top, casting towards the high and boundless firmament.

Taking a step forward, he did not control a sword, nor did he ride a cloud. Instead, his body floated upward lightly like a weightless feather.

The silence of the vast forest and mountains receded behind him like an ebbing tide.

The speed seemed slow but ignored the distance of space. Within a few breaths, the deep valley below, along with the vast and boundless wilderness of forests and mountains, rapidly shrunk, turning into undulating dark green folds on the expansive earth.

The Gangfeng Layer, the first heavenly rift below the Upper Realm.

This area was long beyond the reach of mundane living creatures. The Gang Fen, sharp like real blades, endlessly howled, enough to reduce refined gold and mysterious iron to dust instantly.

The violent spatial turbulence tore twisted fissures in the void, emitting piercing shrieks.

Chu Zheng hovered amidst this destructive torrent, his vast and clear Divine Sense naturally spreading out. On his surface, the seemingly thin True Essence Protective Shield flowed with the subtle light of talismanic patterns.

The Gang Feng, capable of tearing Fifth Order living creatures apart, swept past, and the protective shield's halo only gently rippled, like the surface of the water brushed by a light breeze. Those spatial fissures, when approaching within three feet of his body, were forcibly smoothed by an invisible and resilient power, unable to harm him in the least.

He slightly bowed his head, his gaze piercing through the rampant storm, overlooking the Nine Heavens and Four Seas.

The vast landscape, captured in his view.

An indescribable sense of vastness filled his heart. After part of his memory was washed away by the River of Space-Time, he always had an indescribable sense of unreality towards the Ancient Times, which now seemed to be gradually smoothed over.

Chu Zheng no longer lingered. With a slight movement, like a star plunging into the deep sea, he instantly accelerated, tearing through layers of Gang Feng, heading towards the Nine Heavens and Four Seas.

He wanted to see if he could find traces of the future belonging to the Cangyun Realm on this land.

Chu Zheng's figure dived down from the Nine Heavens Gang Feng Layer, like a burning meteor, yet stopped abruptly before touching the sea surface. With a light tap of his toe, he stood steadily upon the vast, boundless waves.

In front of him lay the East Sea. This was no ordinary sea. As far as the eye could see, the seawater was a heart-palpitating deep blue, nearly ink-colored, as if settling the passage of billions of years.

Enormous whirlpools slowly rotated, covering unknown thousands of miles of sea, with centers unfathomably deep, seemingly leading to the Nine Netherworld.

Chu Zheng hovered at the edge of the violent whirlpool, looking at the sea before him. After closing his eyes and sensing all directions, a trace of understanding flashed in his eyes.

He had once ruled the Cangyun Heavenly Way. As his cultivation improved, he became increasingly familiar with the Heaven and Earth Laws of this world before him.

The Heavenly Fate pervading the world was very complex, yet distinct, now managed by someone.

He crossed the East Sea, concealing his aura and sensing the Heavenly Fate amid the unseen, starting to ponder deeply in his heart.

To gain a foothold in the Ancient Times, the most crucial task was to quickly understand the operation method of the previous Luck Stealing Skill and the method of absorbing Heavenly Fate into oneself.

Otherwise, in the Ancient Times where powerful races stood tall, he would not have the qualification to probe into the mysteries of reincarnation.

Following a thread of intuition in the unseen, Chu Zheng let his steps extend freely across the vast Nine Heavens and Four Seas, measuring the world before him to deepen his understanding of the Heaven and Earth Laws.

His steps had long surpassed the mundane sense of trekking.

In the Returning to Void Realm, Divine Sense fused with the Void. Where the mind willed, the form, like the moon reflected in water, the flower in a mirror, shifted between illusion and reality, crossing over mountains and rivers.

He once again set foot on the Nine Heavens Gang Feng Layer, overlooking the cloud sea roiling like raging waves. The vast land shrank into a colorful scroll, and the joys and sorrows of billions of living creatures were merely inky dots on the scroll, hardly noticeable.

Nearing the stars, he seemingly saw the phantom of the Upper Realm—Qionglou, palatial and majestic, with celestial music echoing. Fairy maidens danced among the clouds, and the invisible barrier of heaven and earth prevented him from approaching any further.

Then he sank into the abyss of the Four Seas, not to seek clues but to feel that ancient and silent dark water, where there also existed certain Heaven and Earth Laws.