Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

The Martial Path inherently requires the absorption of flesh and blood for nourishment, yet the Slaughter Blood Descending Dragon Technique undoubtedly utilizes the vital essence of flesh and blood to its utmost limit.

Song Lingxue's physical strength had already far surpassed that of an ordinary Martial Cultivator.

She could faintly sense that this Divine Skill was far from reaching its limit; with the nourishment of a great amount of vital essence from flesh and blood, her Root Bone seemed to be subtly transforming, making her Martial Path cultivation increasingly smooth.

In this process, the accumulated Blood Fiend became her strongest means of protection and survival, transforming unpredictably and offering both offense and defense, far superior to Divine Weapons.

With Song Lingxue's current Martial Dao Third Realm Perfection Cultivation, ordinary Fourth Order Otherkind would not last three rounds against her.

Once she stepped into the Martial Dao Fourth Realm Gathering Spirit, stimulating the Divine Orifice within her body, she could even go further and attempt to contend with a Fifth Order Otherkind.

Upon this star, the strongest Otherkind was merely at the initial stage of the Sixth Order. Now, with close to ten years left, completing this Blood Trial and joining the Martial Hall was no longer an illusory dream.

Having read through the letters Chu Zheng had sent during this time, Song Lingxue hesitated slightly before replying with one, simply assuring her safety.

The letter only mentioned that she had been in retreat recently, without referring to anything else.

The ceaseless life-and-death battles had placed an exceedingly heavy burden on her body, especially the immense strain on the heart caused by the surging Blood Qi in life-threatening moments, often making her feel as though she couldn't catch her breath.

But these, she did not wish to tell Chu Zheng.

She only knew that Chu Zheng was in the Myriad Realms, not aware of the exact situation, just as Chu Zheng did not understand her current circumstances.

Separated by the starry sea, even if there were troubles, they were beyond reach. Complaining, aside from unsettling the other person, was pointless.

"Myriad Realms..."

Song Lingxue caressed the Jade Book, muttering under her breath.

The Myriad Realms were even more distant than the Immortal Alliance, yet very close to All Heavens.

Given the current identities and standings of the two, her desire to meet Chu Zheng seemed the most feasible through the battlefield that connected All Heavens and Myriad Realms. Continue your adventure at empire

After a long moment, Song Lingxue shook her head, no longer dwelling on it, and after securely storing the Jade Book, she promptly left the stretch of continuous volcanoes.

She still needed to seek more powerful Otherkind flesh and blood to aid her in advancing to the next level.

Initially, Xie Xingzhong had informed her that there were seventeen years available, but she did not wish to wait that long.

The sooner she completed the Blood Trial, the better her evaluation in the eyes of the Martial Hall's higher-ups would be, impacting the resources she would receive in the future.

This was something she could fight for herself.

The premise for receiving cultivation was to show one's potential to bear fruits.

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Qingyun Realm.

Northeast Territory.

The brilliant sun hung high in the sky, its divine radiance dazzlingly brilliant, overshadowing the stars.

Between the chain of mountains, Chu Zheng sat cross-legged at the summit, not far in front of him, stood a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy.

Chu Zheng had already ascertained the identity of this boy—he was the son of He De, named He Yunjin.

Though father and son, they were not from the Three Prisons Sect but instead belonged to the Star Moon Sect, practicing the legitimate Yin Yang Sutra and Five Elements Technique.

It was contrary to common sense that father and son shared blood relations, yet their cultivation paths were so markedly divergent.

He Yunjin hung his head low, his hands clenched into fists at his side, clearly in a state of inner turmoil.

"You have committed no wrong, so today I will not kill you and spare your life," Chu Zheng weighed his options and decided to leave this thread of karma intact.

"You will not kill me?"

He Yunjin abruptly looked up, his eyes bloodshot with incomprehension.

"'Spare the son after killing the father, cutting the grass without removing the roots, what is the meaning?"

The boy's reaction left Chu Zheng somewhat puzzled, wondering whether it was out of a desire to prolong his own life that he had stayed to ask such a question.

"I am called Chu Zheng. If you wish to seek revenge, you are welcome to find me at any time."

At this point, Chu Zheng paused and continued, "However, you only have one chance. If you come seeking revenge and your Cultivation is insufficient and your skills are not refined, I will send you to join your father."

After a moment of silence, Chu Zheng nonchalantly waved his hand: "Go."

Previously, he would not have let He Yunjin go to prevent future troubles, but now, it was no longer necessary.

Or rather, he was somewhat looking forward to He Yunjin actually growing strong enough to become a challenge to him.

The disappearance of the Heavenly Tribulation was not a good thing for him.

As a dual path cultivator, his burden of Tribulation Qi was heavier than that of ordinary Qi Cultivators, and he needed some trials to lighten his own Tribulation Qi.

Burying some threads of karma could be useful in the future.

The only thing he was mildly concerned about was whether He Yunjin's cultivation speed could keep up with him.

It was possible that this thread of karma might break before it could be used, unknowingly severed at some unexpected moment.

He Yunjin didn't say anything further; he took a deep look at Chu Zheng, seemingly engraving his image deep into his Divine Soul, and after a long while, he turned and left.

Chu Zheng closed his eyes, sensing the surging Tribulation Qi around him. The killing Tribulation had begun, and within at most a day, trouble would come knocking.

It must be on account of He De's death. The identity of the approaching person was not yet clear.

After a moment of contemplation, Chu Zheng abruptly stood up and tore a space tunnel open.

In just over a dozen breaths, he was already standing before an Ancient Peak millions of miles away.

Engraved on the cliff were the words "Three Prisons," below which were three totemic images, symbolizing the human prison, earth prison, and heaven prison—the three cages.

The cultivation ethos of the Three Prisons Sect was to break free from the three prisons and achieve transcendence, allegedly the true meaning handed down from some ancient Taoist Orthodoxy.