Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Above the river of time and space, an eerie silence fell.

Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu sat cross-legged on the other side of the river, casually tossing the shattered Glazed Realm into it, letting it drift downstream.

His expression remained unchanged, as if he were a lifeless puppet.

Having lost more than half of his cultivation, his Golden Body was no longer as brilliant as before, appearing weathered by time, with mottled old marks showing.

"Zheng Chu, you may not recognize me at this moment, but I have long known you."

Fu Pinglan calmed down, no longer in a hurry to strike. He put away the Tao Tribulation Stick and slowly approached the river's edge, sitting across from Zheng Chu, speaking solemnly:

"The threads of cause and effect from past to future are numerous and tangled. I have yet to unravel them. If you truly possess divine insight, have you calculated that today is your death day?"

He appeared at ease; Zheng Chu, having lost most of his cultivation, no longer had the qualifications to face him head-on. He could extinguish Zheng Chu with a flick of a finger.

Moreover, in the Chaos Sea, Zheng Chu's followers were dying in large numbers, and with every moment, Zheng Chu's life force visibly declined.

This was the unavoidable weakness of an Incense Fire God; all foundation was built upon followers, and compared to other paths, there were many disadvantages in combat strength.

Even if Zheng Chu were in his prime, Heavenly Punishment and Wan Wenfeng confronting him head-on would not find it a difficult task to bring him down.

Zheng Chu lowered his eyes, a faint golden light seeping from his gaze, his features gradually relaxing, as if filled with vitality, slowly reviving.

Fu Pinglan's eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of alarm in his heart. He did not hesitate, instantly springing forth, drawing the Tao Tribulation Stick from the void.

The enormous Dao essence pressed down, cutting off time and space, the river of time and space seemingly boiling, erupting into towering waves!

Zheng Chu suddenly rose, the Divine Clothes he wore transforming into a Yin Yang Taoist Robe, his Golden Body cracking inch by inch, beneath which appeared a true flesh and blood body, each strand of hair glistening, his aura swiftly transforming from an Incense Fire God to a true living creature.

He pointed lightly, disintegrating the blood-red Dao essence under the Tao Tribulation Stick in an instant, the presence of Ancestor Blood vanishing, transforming into the purest Primordial Qi between heaven and earth, which he absorbed and transformed into nourishment.

Clang!

The fingertip, like Ancient Jade, met the Tao Tribulation Stick, exploding into an ear-piercing clang, piercing straight to the Heavenly Spirit.

Zheng Chu's stance didn't waver a bit, while Fu Pinglan was flung back, the terrifying Colossal Strength from the stick's body transmitting into his palm, causing his fingers to tremble violently, barely able to hold onto the Tao Tribulation Stick, breaking open countless wounds.

This strike from the fingertip wasn't from Zheng Chu, but the inherent power of the Tao Tribulation Stick itself.

Return to the Origin, Move Stars Change Constellations, truly a Qi-refining Technique!

"Zheng Chu!"

Fu Pinglan's eyes brightened, not showing fear but joy, as the wounds on his hand healed in an instant, a laugh escaping his lips: "At last, you show yourself!"

The Zheng Chu he knew was certainly not a mere Incense Fire God but a Qi Cultivator who tread to the pinnacle of the Dao, a true Daluo Golden Immortal!

At this moment, it seemed that Fu Pinglan had truly entered his pinnacle, the fluctuations of Qi and blood around him began to surge wildly. In an instant, his blood and flesh, tendons and bones, limbs, and even his Life Origin began to burn fiercely.

The boiling blood of the Martial Ancestor shone throughout endless years, through time and space, illuminating the Great Universe. In an instant, across the Myriad Heavens and Realms, a blood-red sun hung above the sky.

The Tao Tribulation Stick shone brilliantly, fully awakening from slumber, revealing the might of the Martial Path.

The shadow of the Ancient Dao Transmission Road appeared behind Fu Pinglan, countless gazes cast from the blood-red pillars towering high above the heavens.

For a moment the Tao Tribulation Stick connected past and future, this battle falling into the view of many living creatures who had reached the pinnacle of the Martial Path.

Zheng Chu gazed at Fu Pinglan, killing intent surging in his golden eyes:

"Fu Pinglan...the wrongs you have committed can't be atoned for even with ten thousand deaths! The Martial Hall must be destroyed!"

The killing intent in his eyes was so pure that it almost made Fu Pinglan tremble in fear for a moment.

Zheng Chu's expression remained indifferent, suddenly raising his hand to reach into the river of time and space, the Space-time Law folding around his fingers, instantly condensing into a Tao Sword.

On the Tao Sword, various dazzling Dao Marks gathered, displaying the might of the Great Dao.

Fu Pinglan's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression growing increasingly serious.

Meddling with fate, creating from nothing.

In that fleeting moment, Zheng Chu harnessed the Power of Space-Time, creating an Ancestor Weapon out of thin air.

With all kinds of Divine Skills in Qi Refining, the stronger the cultivation, the more unfathomable it becomes.

This unfathomable terror is precisely why Zheng Chu could run rampant in Ancient Times.

This was a Law of the last Epoch, not belonging to this era. It was too defiant, thus envied by Heavenly Fate, causing calamities to arise.

Apart from Taiching, who had just recently ascended, only Zheng Chu alone managed to reach the level of a Daluo Golden Immortal!

And Taiching was greatly aided by the Immortal Ancestor. Only he managed to reach this step on his own!

"Ridiculous, what wrong have I done?!"

Fu Pinglan didn't say more, the golden patterns on the Tao Tribulation Stick growing more radiant, he swung it down:

"Die!"

Zheng Chu soared into the void, the Tao Sword resounding with a clang, he swung it backhandedly, the Sword Qi slicing through Ancient and modern, severing time and space, slashing towards the Tao Tribulation Stick.

Bang!

Just as before, the counterforce surged violently, the Tao Tribulation Stick trembled fiercely, Fu Pinglan's eyes reddened slightly, forcibly suppressing the counterforce, unable to stop coughing up blood.

His internal organs were already injured, yet he didn't retreat a single step, almost frenzied, as the muscles around him bulged, Ancestor Blood roared within his body, pushing into his heart, and in an instant, the Tao Tribulation Stick swung tens of thousands of times, filling the air with stick shadows.

Crack—

In an instant, the Tao Sword in Zheng Chu's hand was forcibly broken, in the face of Fu Pinglan's reckless suppression, Zheng Chu's physical body shattered hundreds or even thousands of times, but instantly healed again, not affected in the slightest.

Fu Pinglan was also covered with cracks, the counterforce of the Tao Tribulation Stick, hard to withstand even with the resilient body of the Ancestor of Martial Arts.

After the frenzied pressing storm, his heart was ruptured by the boiling Qi and blood, throwing them into chaos, Fu Pinglan had to cease his steps to catch his breath, mending the injuries on his body.

And in that moment of Fu Pinglan's breath, Zheng Chu had already drawn another brand-new Tao Sword from the river of time and space.

The spilled Ancestor Blood transformed into a vast Yuan Qi, which Zheng Chu absorbed, the golden light in his eyes growing even more fierce, cold with killing intent.

The brilliant light of the sword shone again, astonishing the Great Universe, sweeping towards Fu Pinglan's neck, killing intent flourishing, seeking to behead with a single stroke.

In haste, Fu Pinglan could only suppress his injuries, raising the stick to block, attempting to sidestep.

But his heart, already ruptured, could not restrain the chaotic reverse flowing blood within a short time, leaving no chance to dodge the sword edge.

Buzz—

Just as the Tao Sword approached his throat, Wan Wenfeng, who was waiting in the wings, intervened in the battle.

In that lightning moment, he only managed to push Fu Pinglan half a step aside, though avoiding the danger of being slain, the power of space-time wrapped around the sword edge still severed Fu Pinglan's right arm.

Boom!

At the moment Fu Pinglan's arm was severed, the river of time and space surged unceasingly, waves rising downstream, the waters of time abruptly reversing, streaming backward.

The massive upheaval happening then has already affected the historical process of the future.