Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Chapter 574: Chapter 413: Grave Digging, Confrontation

At the pinnacle of the ancient phoenix tree that supported the heavens and the earth, Wu Tong watched the powerful beings emerging from the space channel, his expression slightly tense.

He had never seen so many powerful beings in his life. Excluding the three Ancestral Realm figures at the forefront, there were no fewer than twenty people whose cultivation was stronger than his.

In terms of actual combat prowess, there were likely even more who surpassed him.

His main body had been eroded by Evil Qi for years, with parts already decayed, causing a regression in his cultivation, far removed from his peak years ago.

“An Otherkind nurtured by Ancestor Blood, indeed remarkable.”

Heavenly Punishment glanced around, making an assessment: “This wutong tree, if used correctly, could forge a top-tier Mythical Strange Soldier, and in the hands of an Ancestral Realm, there’s potential for it to ascend to Ancestor Artifact status.”

“This wutong has guarded the space channel for years, saving the Chaos Sea from Evil Qi invasion, truly a meritorious act, which should earn it a reprieve.”

Wan Wenfeng shook his head slightly: “Moreover, Li Yunzhao is a newly emerged Ancient Ancestor of the Vast Universe. We may need to borrow this path again in the future once things here conclude.”

“The Chaos Sea… the only place I’ve yet to set foot in until now.”

Fu Pinglan looked at the Great Realm before him, somewhat wistfully:

“This Great Realm, with its profound foundation, can nurture living creatures stepping into the Space-time Domain. Few in the Great Universe can compare, and it holds some relation to this wutong.”

As they spoke, the group traversed vast regions, arriving above a desolate mountain range.

The group did not conceal their presence, and powerful beings across the Great Realm were aware of Fu Pinglan and the others’ presence, yet none dared to approach, all hiding and fearing to reveal themselves.

Be it the Ancestral Realm or the Realm of Ancient Myths, they hadn’t seen another powerhouse aside from the Heavenly Wutong.

Fu Pinglan halted, gazing into the void, raising an eyebrow slightly:

“A realm within a realm.”

As the words fell, he raised his hand directly, tearing apart billions of miles of void, revealing an inverted Divine Peak.

Rolling Yin Qi surged, as thick as dark clouds overhead, obscuring the sky.

“Who dares disturb the Taoist Master’s slumber?!”

A figure abruptly stepped out from within the mountain, face cyan, dressed in black, bearing a longsword, with Qi fluctuations around a newly entered Ninth Order level.

Seeing the many figures standing among the clouds, Jian Shier’s body stiffened, swallowing the remaining words, body trembling uncontrollably.

Sensing with the instinct of a Yin Corpse, he realized something was wrong; any one of these people’s aura was far more terrifying than the slumbering Taoist Master.

“Using the blood of living creatures to nourish corpses, binding a strand of residual soul, to turn Yin to Yang, aiming for a Breakthrough Realm, delusional, neither alive nor dead, difficult to enter the cycle of reincarnation.”

Fu Pinglan paid no mind, ignored Jian Shier, and spoke to himself while gazing at the summit of the Divine Peak:

“You are quite fortunate; I’ll send you on your way today.”

Before the words fell, he slowly raised his hand, crushing the ancient peak surrounded by Yin Qi inch by inch, extracting a blood coffin from the peak.

Boom!

The blood coffin exploded instantly, a weak growl emanating from within, vanishing amidst the overwhelming blood flames.

Jian Shier’s face twitched, muttering for a moment, ultimately not daring to speak, sinking into the earth and swiftly fleeing the perilous place using the Earth Escape Skill.

In the face of irresistible might, the Taoist Master’s millions of years of arrangement became a complete joke, turned to ashes with a flick of the finger.

Staying here any longer would mean seeking death.

The Divine Peak spanning billions of miles was crushed inch by inch, numerous powerful Yin Gods emerged, scattering and fleeing towards the ancient phoenix tree at the world’s center, clearly aiming to return to the Vast Universe.

Regarding these Yin Gods, Fu Pinglan did not attempt to stop them, allowing them to depart.

This seemed to be an experiment by the Vast Universe researching the Returning to Life Technique, but it was doomed to fail.

Observing the shattered Divine Peak before him, Fu Pinglan’s gaze suddenly narrowed, raising his hand to capture a fragment over ten thousand miles in size.

Upon this fragment stood a somewhat dilapidated temple.

“Zheng Chu Taoist Temple.”

Seeing the plaque above the temple, Fu Pinglan chuckled coldly, raising his hand to peel away the roof, revealing a Golden Body clad in a Yin Yang Taoist Robe inside.

Seeing the Golden Body’s face, Wan Wenfeng, by Fu Pinglan’s side, was suddenly shocked, overwhelmed by a turbulent wave.

Chu Zheng?!

In the Martial Hall, those who had seen Chu Zheng were few, but he happened to be one of them.

How could Chu Zheng look exactly like the Ancestral Dao?

In that instant, many thoughts crossed his mind, enshrouded in confusion. Did Song Lingxue already know about this?

Despite the turmoil within, Wan Wenfeng’s face remained calm as still water, showing no trace of unusual expression.

Fu Pinglan’s smile grew colder, his youthful, delicate face gaining an edge of chilling killing intent. He suddenly looked up, a long howl splitting the sky, piercing through the Chaos Starry Sea:

“Zheng Chu… why do you still hide?!”

Boom!

With a long howl, Star River shattered, the entire Chaos Sea plunged into massive upheaval, countless Stars shattered, falling into the Great Realm, igniting raging Heavenly Fire.

Even some Small Worlds could not bear the falling Stars, collapsing in an instant, reduced to ashes.

Among the torn Star Rivers, a pitch-black figure spanning the Star Sea slowly stood up, as it moved, dazzling divine radiance ignited on its body, illuminating the Star Sea.

“Come!”

Accompanied by the soft voice of Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu, Golden Body divine radiance overflowed, calming the turmoil in the Star Sea and protecting the worlds.

In an instant, time and space seemed to reverse, exploding Stars reassembled in suspension, a resplendent Star River formed anew, collapsed worlds restored to their original state, and shattered world barriers healed completely, life flourishing once more.

This scene caused Heavenly Punishment and Wan Wenfeng’s expressions to turn solemn; such large-scale reverse flow of time and space was beyond their capabilities.

This required deep understanding of the Space-time Law, even the Cosmic Origin.

Throughout the Star Sea, spokesmen for Zheng Chu Dao Lord began reciting the God Worshiping Spell.

“Praise… Guardian of all beings—”

The murmuring of the God Worshiping Spell resonated beneath the Star Dome, the divine radiance-soaked worlds manifesting countless kneeling figures in the void, numbers immeasurable.

“Praise… Imperishable in Ten Thousand Tribulations—”

Nearly frenzied whispers, like roaring Star Rivers, deafening to the ear.

All the Divine Martial Heavenly Generals’ expressions changed drastically; in that instant, they almost felt the urge to bow and worship.

“Praise… Everlasting in Brightness—”

Amidst the chants, Zheng Chu’s figure grew increasingly majestic, the Essence Blood Soul Power of the believers condensed into a celestial path at his feet. He strode towards Fu Pinglan without speaking further.

Each step he took, overwhelming divine light illuminated the Star Dome, even reaching beyond the Chaos Sea, drawing the attention of all powerful beings.

The Tianwu Realm was the only place amid the Chaos Sea not yet shrouded by divine light. As Zheng Chu approached, the world barriers emitted unbearable cries of strain.

Crack, crack—

The Ancestor Blood Parasol standing at the world’s center trembled violently, countless cracks forming, leaves falling like a sea, engulfing over half the realm.

“Guardian of all beings, imperishable in Ten Thousand Tribulations, everlasting in brightness… are you worthy?!”

Fu Pinglan clenched the staff in his hand, murderous intent surging, the corners of his eyes tearing almost to the point of bleeding:

“Today, let’s settle this.”