Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

This is a secret technique of Divine Shamanism, a sacrifice of oneself including the Divine Soul, transforming into a blessing that is mystically manifold.

Shan Xun's gaze pierced the void, looking to the southwest, her eyes locked onto the Beast Emperor who had already returned to the Thirteen Wastelands. She lightly parted her lips, exhaling a breath of pure Soul Light:

"One wish, Supreme Deity bestow blessing, grant the opportunity to defy heaven, aid in ascending to the Holy Domain!"

All her killing divine skills were now wasted, only this final blessing before death remained usable.

Before she died, she wanted to solve the greatest hidden danger of the Human Race.

This White Tiger, with every resurrection, would usher a slaughter drenched in blood and rain. Without seeing it dead, her mind could never be at peace.

Since this White Tiger was only a step away from the Holy Domain, she might as well send it on its last journey.

The pure Soul Light instantly pierced through the lands of the four domains and eight wilds, entering the body of the White Tiger.

In an instant, the form of the White Tiger froze in the void, its Six-Colored Divine Feathers on its back wildly unfolding, expanding more than tenfold, nearly blanketing the sky.

Sensing the wildly surging power within, the White Tiger felt not a sliver of joy but despair in its pupils.

"Roar—"

The ear-piercing roar continually exploded, stirring a terrifying tide in the barren lands, and countless Savage Beasts burst and perished.

The White Tiger fiercely tore at its own body, breaking off its wings with its own hands, trying to stop the rampant power within, but it was all in vain.

The self-inflicted injuries, made with all its might, healed in an instant, and it became even stronger than before the injury.

This was a Ninth Order Great God Witch, surpassing the realm of Divine Shamanism, who had sacrificed her Divine Soul and everything she had to bestow this blessing. With the power it had at the moment, it was completely unable to resist.

As its aura fluctuated, dark storm clouds surged above the Barren Domain, and lightning interwove into chains, pinning the White Tiger in midair, rendering it immobile.

A similar Heaven Punishment Execution Sword took shape, its size far surpassing the one above Shan Xun's head by ten million times.

The White Tiger flapped its wings, still struggling desperately, trying to resist.

This act undoubtedly greatly provoked the Heavenly Dao; the Heaven Punishment Execution Sword struck first, descending from its crown, instantly tearing it in two. The power of lightning overflowed, turning its entire body instantly charred black, with no signs of life.

Even its Soul Fragments did not escape in the slightest.

A Beast Emperor that had stepped into the Holy Domain had fallen without a hint of resistance.

Boom—

The gigantic charred corpse fell from the void, its fleshly essence completely vanished, leaving no energy behind, like the bones of the barren dead for years.

The Heavenly Dao is merciless, irrespective of the Human Race or Savage Beasts; in its eyes, there is no difference at all.

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After releasing that breath of Soul Light, Shan Xun's Primordial Spirit fell apart greatly, like a flickering candle in the wind, its luster wavering, her aura plummeting, falling back to the realm of Eighth Order, and then uncontrollably sliding down further.

Once the blessing began, there was no turning back.

As her realm fell, the Heaven Punishment Execution Sword in the sky gradually dispersed, the storm clouds vanished without trace, and Moonlight once again covered the land.

Shan Xun's eyes slowly scanned over the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers below, the endless tribes, her eyes filled with a hint of longing, her voice like the profound night breeze, barely audible:

"Second wish... May my Human Race enjoy peace and prosperity for ten thousand years, and let the clanspeople not be disturbed, living out their lives in tranquility..."

With the end of her words, the last glimmer of light in her pupils dissipated, her body was completely swallowed by the void, leaving not a single hair behind, only her black robe fell with the wind.

The world fell silent, and even time seemed to freeze in that instant.

In just a few breaths, Shan Xun made the choice that was in the best interest of the Human Race, and then implemented it without reservation, without the slightest hesitation, or doubt.

Chu Zheng stared at the black robe in the center of the Array, somewhat at a loss. He had not expected this outcome when he began setting up the Array.

This was his first direct encounter with the Heavenly Dao, a feeling completely different from his time in the Cangyun Realm.

A Heavenly Dao without an overseer, filled with primitive savage killing intent, with iron laws that were absolutely untouchable.

If one stepped into the forbidden zone outside the rules, there was only one path to death, no second path to take, no chance for reprieve.

This nature of Heavenly Dao made Chu Zheng feel a bit startled, and also slightly chilled.

Every creature that sets foot on the path of cultivation ultimately does so to break free from the shackles binding them, yet in such a world, without external intervention, how can these beings seize control of their own fate?
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Yan Bi's expression was stunned as he slowly stepped onto the array, his figure unstable and his steps faltering.

After a while, he arrived at the center of the array and stared at the black robe for a long time, his eyes hollow.

Moments later, without saying a word, he bent down, picked up the black robe, folded it neatly, and then turned and walked straight out of the array.

As he passed by Chu Zheng, Yan Bi murmured a word of thanks:

"Thank you, Dao Lord, for your assistance. Having seen the splendor of the Holy Domain, Shan Xun did not live this life in vain."

Without waiting for Chu Zheng to reply, he had already stepped into the void and disappeared without a trace.

It wasn't until this moment that Wan Qiong came back to his senses, his expression complex and difficult to hide:

"I need to prepare for the recovery of our ancestral land, Dao Lord, please be at ease."

Before the sound of his words had faded, his figure was no longer to be seen nearby.

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The Beast Emperor had died, many Beast Kings were injured in its dying frenzy, and countless Savage Beasts had perished, quickly retreating under the joint efforts of the three clans.

In the blink of an eye, another year's cold tide was approaching.

The territories of the Human Race had shrunk quite a bit, but fortunately, due to years of war, the reserves of blood and vital energy were abundant, and the Wan Clan Alliance was gradually reclaiming lost lands.

Chu Zheng's Golden Body, like the gentle spring rain that nourishes all things silently, permeated many tribes, and the number of his followers rose sharply.

In addition to his own Golden Body, Chu Zheng used the God Sculpting Method within the Shan Clan Alliance to build a shrine for Shan Xun, erecting a Golden Body for her.

In the future, as long as the Incense Fire Willpower was strong enough, perhaps one day, Shan Xun might return to the mortal world in the body of an Incense Fire Deity.

This was what she deserved.

Although it might have some impact on him, and his followers might suffer as a result, Chu Zheng wasn't concerned about these trivial gains and losses.

For some reason, Yan Bi and Wan Qiong did not publicize the fact that Shan Xun had killed the Beast Emperor, instead choosing to keep the matter hidden, erecting a solitary tomb in a quiet location, undisturbed by others.

Chu Zheng had once mentioned it, but was rebutted by Yan Bi with a 'This is an internal matter of the Dongyuan Human Clan, and it is not related to the Dao Lord.' He had no choice but to let it be.

Furthermore, Yan Bi handed over an artifact that Shan Xun had prepared for her successor to Chu Zheng—a Spiritual Pearl that contained her lifetime of Witchcraft experience.

With the death of the Beast Emperor, the greatest threat had been removed, and Chu Zheng's life had once again returned to peace.

Yet, the image of the Heaven Punishment Execution Sword from that day often appeared in his mind, like a nightmare that wouldn't dissipate.

The authority of the Heavenly Dao, that undeniable sword of domination, was deeply imprinted in his mind.

Shan Xun had chosen to take the risk and break through in self-defense, to protect the Human Race from the invasion of Savage Beasts.

From the perspective of the Human Race, she had done nothing wrong, but in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao, none of these things mattered, and she didn't even have the right to resist.

That undefeated White Tiger, in the face of the Heavenly Dao, was still as insignificant as an ant, and for merely harboring thoughts of resistance, it was preemptively cut down by the Heavenly Sword.

For Chu Zheng, this had even cast some shadows in his mind, and after putting himself in Shan Xun's place for a long time, he knew he couldn't have made such a resolute and decisive action.

Similarly, he could not think of any way to break the pattern, and even with his ability to repair, if the Heavenly Dao wanted to kill him, it wouldn't need a second sword.

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This time, the duration of the cold tide was nearly a year shorter than the last.

This was likely somewhat related to the large amount of Yin Qi Shan Xun had absorbed during her breakthrough.

Like the intermingling of yin and yang, and the cycle of the sun and moon, the cold tide is a kind of reincarnation.

During this time, Chu Zheng devoted most of his energy to studying the path of the Divine Shaman.

He had promised Shan Xun that he would assist the Divine Shamans in eliminating the drawbacks of their pure Yin practice.