Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

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Even so, once a high-quality Immortal Bone appeared in the world, Tai Xu Holy Land would still take action, employing various means to forcefully include the Immortal Seedling into their ranks.

Looking at it from today's perspective, Chu Zheng had already gained some insight into the reasons behind this.

The importance Tai Xu Holy Land placed on high-quality Immortal Bones might also be because of the example set by Zhao Tingxian.

No one could ensure that among those with high-quality Immortal Bones, there wouldn't emerge a second Zhao Tingxian. To want to firmly grasp them in one's own hands was an utterly normal thing to do.

Standpoints differ, and naturally, so do perspectives on matters.

Before he left the Song Residence, his thoughts were too simple, confined to the land of a few countries; Phantom Spirit Sect was the sky above his head. Then, the Holy Land tore away the veil obscuring his sight, and the sky above him rose another layer, reaching beyond the stars.

One's vision determines the upper limit of their worldview. He was, after all, just an ordinary man, incapable of fully discerning the whole truth. As his horizons continuously broadened, many of his thoughts were constantly changing.

There are some things one will never understand without experiencing them firsthand.

The Phantom Spirit Sect no longer fell within Chu Zheng's field of vision, and he had no intention of dwelling on the past circumstances of the Song Residence.

As for this group of Divine Infant Realm Elders who participated in this war, who knows how many will survive.

In Chu Zheng's eyes, many things are now much more important than the Phantom Spirit Sect.

"May I ask why the Taixuan Holy Master graced us with his presence today?" Feng Qiyuan bowed slightly, his words carrying a hint of caution.

"I have some private matters. I won't enter Phantom Spirit Sect, just stay for a moment and leave."

Chu Zheng didn't say much, giving Feng Qiyuan a reassuring pill and turned his head to look at Bai Nian.

Looking at Illusory Spirit City before him, Bai Nian felt somewhat dazed for a moment. Having departed in a rush last time, he had never stood at this angle and taken a good look at this land of his past.

The city that had seemed boundless now appeared to have its limits.

Chu Zheng, with Bai Nian in tow, entered the city and soon returned to that small courtyard.

The lock on the courtyard gate showed some signs of rust.

Standing at the door for a long time, Bai Nian did not unlock the door but instead turned around to express his gratitude, "Thank you, Holy Master, this is enough."

Chu Zheng didn't say much, turning around and heading out of the city.

As he passed the northern part of the city, Chu Zheng looked back at the medicine shop he had opened; dust covered the front steps, devoid of footprints, clearly untouched for a long time.

Not only was it like this in front of the medicine shop, but a thin layer of dust also layered the front of the brothel.

Soon, Chu Zheng and his companion reached the city gate, with Feng Qiyuan accompanying them in silence.

In front of the city gate, Chu Zheng glanced at Feng Qiyuan and suddenly transmitted a message, cutting to the chase:

"Regarding the matter of the Song Family's high-quality Immortal Bone before, I want to hear the full details. Ling Qi died at my hand—if there's any concealment, you cannot bear the consequences."

There were some previous matters that Chu Zheng still wanted to know the actual situation of.

Feng Qiyuan remained silent for a while but chose not to hide anything. From the day Song Lingqing and Xiao Yuanqing joined the sect, he told everything, no matter how significant or trivial.

Upon hearing that Song Lingqing was missing and Xiao Yuanqing was dead, Chu Zheng had already deduced the entire truth.

"Where is Wei Changqing now?"

Remembering the seemingly simple-looking youth, Chu Zheng casually asked.

With the dual identity of a high-quality Immortal Bone and a reserve for the Holy Land True Transmission, the youth's exceptionality was assured.

Hearing the name Wei Changqing, Feng Qiyuan was slightly startled, not expecting Chu Zheng to be so well-informed as though he knew everything.

After hesitating for a moment, he told the truth:

"I have taken him as my disciple."

Upon hearing this, Chu Zheng fell silent for a while, then left with Bai Nian to begin their return journey.

The relationship between Phantom Spirit Sect and Tai Xu Holy Land seemed very delicate, but now, these were of little relevance to him.

Only after the chariot had completely vanished from the sky did Feng Qiyuan finally breathe a sigh of relief, his gaze somewhat complex.

Chu Zheng's visit—he had originally thought it was to cause trouble, but it turned out to be peaceful, inevitably easing some tension.

After coming back to his senses, Feng Qiyuan couldn't help feeling a bit resentful.

The Phantom Spirit Sect was ultimately too weak. In every aspect, it was hard to compare with the Holy Land—this was a substantive difference.

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The most despairing aspect was that this disparity was almost impossible to bridge.

Unless... within the Phantom Spirit Sect, there emerged a prodigy like Chu Zheng, who could rewrite the Cangyun power structure with his own strength.

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Chu Zheng, accompanied by Bai Nian, hastened back to the Taixuan Holy Land without stopping, and the journey was safe without any mishaps.

Just less than two days after returning to Taixuan, the precise orders from the Immortal Alliance had already reached Chu Zheng's hands, much earlier than expected.

The content of the orders was simple, consisting only of a time and place, including a set of spatial coordinates located within the starry space not far outside the Cangyun Realm.

Three days later, they would have to cross the universe themselves to reach this rendezvous point.

The True Immortals of the Immortal Alliance were going to set up a realm gate that spanned the starry space to lead them to the battlefield.

For this departure, Chu Zheng had originally wanted to take Song Lingxue with him, to seek a new path for survival, but considering the overwhelming risk, he had to abandon the idea.

The Myriad Realms did not tolerate the Second-fold Immortal Martial Dao, and Song Lingxue would not fare well even there. Without a better option, the Martial Hall was the best choice.

At least, it had more complete methods for cultivation and a world where normal practice of cultivation was possible.

The disputes over the Taoist Orthodoxy were too bloody and brutal; Chu Zheng's current strength was utterly insufficient to secure a sanctuary for Song Lingxue in the Myriad Realms.

He needed time, and quite a significant amount of it.

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Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

As dawn broke, more than a hundred Flying Boats rose into the sky from the Taixuan Holy Land, with starry banners and lightning halberds that obscured the heavens.

The same scene took place throughout the Cangyun Four Regions.

Chu Zheng followed closely by Geng Yiyang's side, upon his specific instruction. With the situation beyond the realms being chaotic, no one could predict the next change.

Being closer gave him more assurance of getting Chu Zheng safely through.

In fact, if it weren't for the orders from the Immortal Alliance, Geng Yiyang would have even liked to keep Chu Zheng in the Cangyun Realm, away from the conflict.

However, Chu Zheng's cultivation had improved too rapidly, involving him in wars of this level so swiftly.

For this, Geng Yiyang could only sigh at the capriciousness of fate; he had lived for tens of thousands of years and never experienced an extra-realm war, yet in the short years of acquaintance with Chu Zheng, he had already participated in two.

The coordinates provided by the Immortal Alliance were not far from the Cangyun Realm, and with many Immortal Tribulation Realm cultivators shifting space, the armada arrived in less than two days.

A gigantic illusory light gate stood beneath the starry sky, drawing the surrounding starlight, seemingly rooted in the cosmos itself, unshakeable.

In front of the light gate, a middle-aged woman in courtly attire stood poised, her figure full and stature graceful with an air of elegance and nobility. She exuded an aura of Immortal authority; her expression was solemn, with a hint of added iciness.

Several Holy Masters emerged from their Flying Boats, about to ask questions, when the middle-aged woman already hurried them:

"The other Great Realms have already set off for the battlefield. Cangyun is the last one; please proceed quickly."

Seeing this, the Holy Masters could only rush to salute and return to their respective Flying Boats, successively entering the light gate.

Crossing the threshold led to a long path that was hazy and indistinct.

Chu Zheng slowly closed his eyes, not looking at the unusual sights in the spatial passage. He calmed his breath and concentrated his mind, ready to face the potential battle that might await.

Within the path, the sense of time seemed to have dulled markedly.

After an indeterminate length of time, the path finally came to an end.

When Chu Zheng opened his eyes again, the surrounding space was an extremely unfamiliar starry sky, with a similarly gigantic illusory light gate behind him.

Once all the Flying Boats had emerged, the light gate gradually dissipated.

Chu Zheng stood, looking around. When he saw the starry space not far away, his expression momentarily stilled.

A colossal gate forged from hundreds of stars sprawled below the dome of the starry sky.

Thick Formation Patterns covered the entire gigantic gate, stirring powerful waves of Spiritual Energy amid the dead silence of the universe.