Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

As the sun began to rise, the air was filled with the moisture of the morning dew, and the Yang Qi between heaven and earth gradually stirred.

In the secluded valley, a deep pool lay horizontally, surrounded by all manner of exotic and strange grasses. Aside from the blue ox, no other living creature was present—an utterly serene and quiet place removed from the world.

The laws of this vast realm before him were completely different from those of the Immortal Alliance territories, and also had some differences from those within the Chaos Sea.

Heavenly Fate, intangible, was quite scattered and showed no particular bias. Chu Zheng could vaguely sense that amidst these fates, there was some that belonged to Qi Cultivators, but for himself, they offered little assistance.

The Heavenly Fate of Qi Cultivators had to be fought for by oneself, and the Heavenly Fate obtained belonged only to the seeker.

Many Qi Cultivators are often at the end of their tether, at the brink of death, before they open their sect gates to accept disciples and pass on their mantle.

Such a path is doomed from the start to be arduous—despite even having figures like Ancestral Dao emerge, today the Qi Refining lineage still cannot become a force like the Immortal Alliance Martial Hall.

Looking back now, Chu Zheng's initial idea to preach to the world seemed even more whimsically ambitious.

After pondering for a moment, Chu Zheng cast the Heavenly Divination Technique, starting to search for any trace of Geng Yiyang. The situation had changed too quickly before, and he had not had time to send word to Geng Yiyang.

Taixuan Holy Land was now in imminent danger and needed someone to return and take charge of the situation, yet Geng Yiyang was still completely unaware.

After some calculations, Chu Zheng gave up, helpless—the realm was perhaps too far from the battlefield, and he couldn't even deduce Geng Yiyang's whereabouts.

In the end, his Cultivation was still too shallow to unleash the true might of his Divine Skills.

Shaking his head slightly, he cut off the distractions in his mind, took a deep breath, and went to sit cross-legged by the pool, unraveling the layers of seals from his Middle Dantian.

The moment the seals were released, the Nine Orifices Golden Core began to tremble, like parched earth welcoming sweet rain, starting to voraciously absorb the surrounding Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

His Qi Refining Cultivation had been suppressed for too long; as soon as the restraints were released, his Cultivation exploded in growth.

In the blink of an eye, his Cultivation had advanced further, stepping into the Refine Spirit Realm as his Divine Soul in the depths trembled and began to transform.

When he crossed the Refining God Barrier, Chu Zheng instantly sensed something amiss—his Qi Refinement Cultivation was still skyrocketing at an alarming rate, without the slightest intention of stopping.

After perceiving for a while, he instantly understood.

Qi Refining into Spirit was always about tempering the strength of the Divine Soul, to hold the prime and keep the One, preparing to forge the Pure Yang Primordial Spirit.

And he, due to the Immortal Path, had long since forged the Yin Yang Divine Infant and his Divine Soul was already far beyond the limits of the Refine Spirit Realm.

Though these were two separate paths, his Divine Soul was one and the same. On his person, the Immortal Path and Qi-refining Technique were subtly merging. This fusion—whether it was good or bad—remained unknown.

Chu Zheng refocused his mind, drawing upon Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, enhancing his Mana Cultivation, and all the while continuously refining the Incense Fire Willpower transmitted from beyond the stars to nourish his Primordial Spirit.

Day and night passed, Yin Yang Dual Qi flowed throughout Heaven and Earth, continuously nurturing the Qi within him.

Before he knew it, Chu Zheng had been sitting in that secluded valley for half a year.

In this short period, his Qi-refining Technique underwent a qualitative change, unforcedly crossing an entire great realm, stepping from Golden Core Realm Perfection into the Refine Spirit Realm Great Perfection—just one step away from the Returning to Void Realm.

Throughout this process, he did not consume any spiritual elixirs; his cultivation naturally grew, and still, he made astonishing progress.

The most tangible sign of his Cultivation's increase was the change in the aura around Chu Zheng—it became more lucid and lively, the connection with the Heaven and Earth Laws grew closer, and his Divine Skills became vastly more powerful.

What a Qi Cultivator seeks is to Return to the Origin, pursuing the most fundamental force between Heaven and Earth. Naturally close to all life under Heaven, if not troubled by calamities, the path of the Qi Cultivator truly ought to be the most carefree and satisfying.

Calming the energy within his body, Chu Zheng slowly ended his cultivation session and looked around.

The blue ox that had been there before had disappeared without a trace, leaving him with a twinge of regret—they had gone many years without eating, and the taste in their mouth was undeniably bland; he had hoped for a little feast.

Chu Zheng again attempted to sense Geng Yiyang's Qi to no avail.

After considering for some time, he didn't persevere further, rose to his feet, and left the secluded valley, heading eastward.

Now with his Primordial Spirit undergoing another transformation and even stronger than an Immortal Path Cultivator first entering the Immortal Tribulation Secret Realm, he spread out his Divine Sense, and everything within tens of thousands of miles came into view, whether there were marks of human habitation or city walls, all clearly discernible.

Two thousand miles into his eastern journey later, Chu Zheng arrived at a city that spanned just over twenty miles—a small city by any measure. Within the city, many auras drifted about, the strongest among them was only at Third Order, equivalent to a Cultivator at the Soul Condensing Realm of the Immortal Path.

Such Cultivation, in the eyes of the now Chu Zheng, was hardly different from that of ordinary mortals.

Now, while the Immortal Alliance was engaged in battle with the Myriad Realms, Chu Zheng used his Shape-Shifting Divine Power to conceal the Immortal Path Qi in order to avoid trouble.

However, such methods, when he employed them now, at most could deceive living creatures of the Seventh Order, but the existence of those above the Eighth Order could still detect the subtleties.

Nevertheless, in this small wilderness town before his eyes, the chances of encountering a strong being of the Eighth Order were as unlikely as a rain of Spirit Stones from the sky, so as long as he was cautious and careful, he reckoned no problems would arise.

As soon as he entered the town, Chu Zheng felt a wave of Red Dust Qi rush towards him.

If it were in the Cangyun Realm, a city where Soul Condensing Monks were active, it would be an Immortal Marketplace on its own with an otherworldly Qi that suggested detachment from the mundane world, transcendent and sublime.

Yet, this small town before his eyes resembled more a mortal domain, with hawkers yelling on both sides of the streets, and the cultivators coming and going were no different from the peddlers and porters in the midst of Red Dust.

Different from the territories of the Immortal Alliance, here, not even a single ordinary person could be seen; everyone possessed cultivation, and no matter who they were, within the Myriad Realms, they could find a suitable method of cultivation.

The sea that embraces all rivers—that was the true secret to the enduring existence of the Myriad Realms.

The various auras of these cultivators were quite chaotic; standing on the street and sweeping a glance over, Chu Zheng saw no fewer than dozens of unusual auras.

The coexistence of so many diverse Taoist Orthodoxies, yet without any sense of conflict, felt as if it were natural, harmonious without flaws.

Within this small city, everything was complete: Daoist temples, Buddhist halls, ancestral shrines, academies, a variety of everything.

Chu Zheng opened his Spiritual Eye and scanned over the many cultivators, receiving quite a few surprises and felt as if he had finally seen the world.

Finding a secluded corner, Chu Zheng quietly released Bai Nian, who he had kept constrained within the Small World.

Here, Bai Nian no longer needed to hide; he could live openly under the sky. Find your next adventure on empire

As Bai Nian followed at Chu Zheng's side, looking at the city before him, he felt somewhat dazed; it had been so long since he last saw so many people. Isolated from the world for many years, he had almost forgotten what it felt like to live among a crowd.

Among the coming and going cultivators, he saw quite a few donned in Confucian Robes and topped with Guan Jins, dressed as students, with each movement exuding Vast Righteous Qi, each possessing an aura of integrity.

After a while, Chu Zheng stopped in front of an inconspicuous wonton stall.

The small wonton stall's owner had reached Second Order in cultivation, a rarity in this city, and the wontons made were full of Spiritual Energy.

Chu Zheng sat down directly with Bai Nian and ordered ten bowls of wontons, drinking leisurely.

Towards wontons, he always had an inexplicable attachment; if he had spare time and stumbled upon them, he would always stop and have a few bowls.

Bai Nian was still somewhat absent-minded, his gaze lingering on the long street, reluctant to move his eyes away, as if he feared he was dreaming.

"Is this what the Myriad Realms are like?"

It took a long time before he finally squeezed out such a sentence, his expression astonished.

Before Chu Zheng could reply, the sound of reading suddenly came from a distance, the sayings of sages echoing in the void, carrying the might of thousands of troops, majestic and grand.

Bai Nian's eyes lit up as the Vast Righteous Qi within him was stirred, involuntarily radiating a faint light.

"How about it? Want to go take a look?" Chu Zheng asked casually upon seeing this.

After a moment of hesitation, Bai

"I do."

"Then I shall take you there,"

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PS: Most of the content needs revising

"This realm is called 'Qingyun',"