Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Chapter 575: Chapter 414: I Pave the Way for All Living Beings

Followers of Daoist Venerable Zheng Chu filled the Chaos Sea, with some fanatical believers even offering up all their vital essence and blood, turning into ashes instantly.

In an unremarkable corner, a shadow clung to a meteor, drifting slowly.

Observing the chaotic scene before him, Chu Zheng calmed his spirit, restraining all fluctuations of his aura, his gaze fixed intently on the figure of Daoist Venerable Zheng Chu.

Initially, he just intended to gather some information, but unexpectedly, shortly after emerging from the Ancient Crossing Realm, he directly encountered the manifestation of Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu.

Gazing at the starry sky dyed red by the blood light in the distance, Chu Zheng’s heart stirred slightly, thinking those must be people from the Martial Hall.

After some contemplation, Chu Zheng controlled the meteor beneath him, slowly approaching that Great Realm; since it was just an avatar, gaining more information would undoubtedly be more beneficial than harmful.

A moment later, Chu Zheng suddenly sensed something amiss; regardless of whether it was his main body or his avatar, the tribulation qi around him began to surge madly, boiling in an instant and rapidly transforming into a Death Tribulation.

How could this be?!

Chu Zheng’s spirit was violently shaken, not daring to hesitate for a moment, immediately redirecting his divine sense back to his main body, stepping out of the Cave Heaven World, focusing attentively in preparation.

At this moment, the tribulation qi around him thoroughly boiled, evolving into a Death Tribulation.

Chu Zheng waited for a moment, without noticing any anomaly, a trace of doubt flashed through his eyes.

The starry sea before him was empty and calm as ever, with no waves, and the Cangyun Realm not far away was the same.

The tribulation had begun, yet neither his main body nor avatar encountered any disturbance.

After sensing through the tribulation qi, Chu Zheng was startled to realize that this tribulation actually originated from the Martial Hall.

So, it seemed Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu… was enduring the tribulation for him?!

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Boom!

The entire Chaos Starry Sea was shaking; Fu Pinglan rose into the air, using the long staff in his hand to slice open the barrier of space-time, pulling Daoist Venerable Zheng Chu into the long river of time.

The battlefield in the Space-time Domain could not be unleased in the Great Universe; its impact too vast; letting loose would shatter the entire Chaos Sea and all the present Divine Martial Heavenly Generals would die without a burial.

“Destroy the temple! Slay all followers of Daoist Venerable Zheng Chu, leave no one alive, hurry!”

Heavenly Punishment commanded the Divine Martial Heavenly Generals behind him and, along with Wan Wenfeng, closely followed behind Fu Pinglan, crossing into the river of time.

No matter how powerful, it was still an Incense Fire God; its followers were its foundation. Once thoroughly destroyed, the downfall of Zheng Chu was inevitable.

Boom——

The forbidden domain unreachable by living creatures roared from the ancient end down the long river of time, waves reflecting echoes of eras, constantly tearing and restructuring.

Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu sat on the other side of the river, his expression indifferent, with no joy or sorrow. The willingness of his followers wove into strands of incense fire god chains, entwined around his fingertips, hanging into the river, continuously absorbing divine power.

His gaze fell on the three of Fu Pinglan and, in a tone without the slightest ripple:

“Attempting to reverse the heavenly fate, you will suffer divine retribution; your life spans are nearing their end.”

His voice resonated in the river of time, reaching the ears of many powerful living creatures.

“We pave the way for all beings, the Master of Heavenly Fortune died many years ago, where is the heavenly fate from?!”

Fu Pinglan let out a sharp cry, the long staff in his hand violently trembling, the golden patterns engraved on it bursting with bloody light, dyeing the ancient age red.

This Martial Dao Ancestor Weapon passed down from the Primordial Era, had drunk the blood of over a hundred Ancestral Realm living creatures, and countless Ancestor Weapons had been shattered head-on by it, its power long beyond measure.

Boom——

Fu Pinglan smashed the waves formed by the Space-time Law, the long staff in his hand slicing through time, reflecting the blood sea of the Ancient Battlefield, the aura of Ancestor Blood gradually spreading.

Heavenly Punishment and Wan Wenfeng did not rush to strike, instead shielding for Fu Pinglan, alert for potential reinforcements.

The legends of the Dao Ancestor, they grew up hearing, in ancient times, the Dao Ancestor once sought extremely powerful assistance from the future.

The Ancient Martial Ancestor gathered more than thirty percent of the Heavenly Fate protection, yet was still defeated head-on.

They could not allow the ancient legends to repeat.

The golden long staff crushed through the sky, directly pressing down towards the head of Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu, with a killing intent that pierced the bone.

Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu’s form did not move a bit, a Luminous Treasure Mirror rose from behind him, blooming with auspicious radiance, reflecting billions of threads of chaotic light.

Chaotic qi intertwined, reflecting the cosmos and stars, blocking the pressuring Martial Dao Ancestor Weapon.

Seeing this Luminous Mirror, Fu Pinglan’s expression shifted slightly, with some surprise:

“Heavenly Mirror?! Star Moon Ancient Clan?! This treasure is actually in your hands, has become an Ancestor Weapon!”

The next moment, his gaze sharpened like a blade unsheathed, reflecting a chilling light:

“No matter if it’s an Ancestor Weapon, those shattered under the Tao Tribulation Stick exceed the Heavenly Mirror countless times; if this mirror is your trump card, then today you shall surely die!”

Hum——

The long staff shattered the Nine Heavens, tearing apart the cosmic void reflected in the mirror, once again rising across the sky, striking the main body of the Heavenly Mirror.

Crack——

The mirror surface, like glass, erupted with countless cobweb-like cracks, reflecting endless afterimages.

In an instant, the Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu sitting within the mirror, split into countless avatars, scattered through the long river of time, indistinguishable between real and fake.

Fu Pinglan’s gaze narrowed slightly, scrutinizing his surroundings, suddenly sensing something amiss, his expression instantly changing.

The countless avatars of Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu transformed into brilliant golden divine chains, weaving into a cage, enveloping the Heavenly Punishment Martial Ancestor who was protecting the formation beside him.

Heavenly Punishment frowned slightly but remained unfazed, the qi and blood around him boiling, the Dao Mark on his brow oozing blood light, and a blood-colored long spear emerged from his palm.

The spear shadow traversed the sky, bursting with brilliant divine radiance, and in the blink of an eye, it ripped apart the cage.

But the breach healed in an instant, before he could strike again, an avatar of Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu emerged from the river of time, a divine chain extending from his palm, suddenly drawing the golden cage in the air into the river of time.

Upon contact with the river of time, the cage immediately disintegrated, vanishing without a trace, yet the Heavenly Punishment Martial Ancestor had also fallen into the river.

In the face of the eternal washing of time, even an Ancestral Realm being was submerged in the waves in an instant.

“Heavenly Punishment!”

Fu Pinglan’s expression changed instantly, trying to grasp the figure of Heavenly Punishment about to be engulfed by the river, but was a step too late, only able to watch as Heavenly Punishment, carried by the river of time, rushed toward the future.

The river of time, irreversible; even the Ancestral Realm cannot withstand it. Fall into it, and one can only flow downstream, seeking a chance to escape.

If one forcibly tried to stay, all their life span would be swept away by time, turning to ashes in an instant.

Heavenly Punishment effectively went to the future, but how far into the future is entirely up to fortune.

Fu Pinglan’s eye twitched slightly, looking back towards Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu, his gaze full of incomprehension.

With Heavenly Punishment’s exit, he indeed suffered a significant loss of aid, yet the cost to Zheng Chu was equally substantial.

To shake the Ancestral Realm required at least comparable power, he almost cut away half of his cultivation forcefully dragging Heavenly Punishment into the river of time.

Is this seeking death?