Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

However, since most of the scrolls had been lost, what remained was only a shadow of their former selves, devoid of any true essence.

At the peak, pavilions and towers stood erect, not far from a square with two pitch-black Coiled Dragon Pillars supporting a horizontal beam, which held up a large bronze bell.

Behind the Ancient Peak, there was a plain artificially carved out, stretching for hundreds of miles, surrounded by Arrays, serving as a Sect residence.

This place was the Three Prisons Sect.

As soon as he arrived, Chu Zheng noticed the stench of blood on the wind. On one side of the plain, there was a ranch, half-hidden among the mountains, which bred a large number of Otherkind of low grade; obviously, these were used as feed for the Beast Demons.

Although the Myriad Heavens and Realms stood on the same front, Otherkind were ultimately Otherkind; feeding on humans, breeding Otherkind was a taboo in the Qingyun Realm and not something that could be discussed openly.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, making Chu Zheng somewhat uncomfortable.

He did not hide his presence, and it wasn't long before some Cultivators spotted him.

Two black-clad disciples approached on controlled tools and inquired,

"What brings you here, sir?"

Their tone was still somewhat polite.

"My name is Chu Zheng."

Chu Zheng relaxed his slightly furrowed brow and flashed a smile,

"I'm here today to annihilate your sect."

He did not wish to investigate whether the misfortune of the Three Prisons Sect was connected to his fate. To prevent further complications, he decided to take matters into his own hands and eradicate them first.

Such a Taoist orthodoxy was a bane upon the world if left to exist. It was better to go with the flow and do a good deed.

The faces of the two black-clad Cultivators changed instantly, and instead of attacking Chu Zheng, they turned tail and fled frantically toward the depths of the Sect.

Coming here alone and still daring to make such outrageous statements, whether or not this man had the ability to 'annihilate the sect,' he was certainly not someone two minor Sect guardians could handle.

Chu Zheng did not rush to take action, watching the two return to the summit of the Ancient Peak, where they struck the large bronze bell.

Dong... Dong... Dong...

The bell rang out nine times; its echo lingered on.

From what he learned about the Three Prisons Sect and its Cultivators from Elder Gu and other remnants, Chu Zheng gained some understanding of the sect.

Nine bell tolls meant the Sect faced tremendous trouble, with foreign enemies at its door.

Twelve bell tolls signified the disaster of annihilation.

Obviously, those two disciples still harbored doubts about Chu Zheng's strength.

The moment the bell sounded, the Arrays enveloping the area soared into the sky, coalescing into a light curtain, blocking Chu Zheng's path.

Chu Zheng's expression remained calm; his Nine Orifices Golden Core within rotated slightly as Yuan Qi surged wildly, and with a single step, his form began to expand rapidly.

Great Divine Power, Law of Heaven and Earth.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Zheng's form towered over the Ancient Peak in front of the Three Prisons Sect. In just a few moments, the thousand-zhang Ancient Peak barely reached his waist, appearing somewhat delicate in comparison.

As his body expanded, Chu Zheng's face changed slightly, becoming blurred as if shrouded in mist, revealing a ghostly visage with green fangs and fierce features.

Law of Heaven and Earth was the mimicry of the mysteries of heaven and earth, transforming oneself into heaven. The faces it revealed inherently carried divine authority.

This was the external manifestation of Divine Skills, not just a simple change in form. With each moment, Chu Zheng's Yuan Qi was violently consumed, but in return, the Qi Strength he could wield within his body skyrocketed by more than a hundredfold.

Chu Zheng moved slightly, raising his hand and slamming it down. In the sky above, the space cracked open like a spider web.

The enormous palm swept through the void, carrying a momentum that, though it seemed slow, came with the urgency of rolling thunder. It crashed heavily upon the Formation Light Curtain.

Crack—

The rising Formation Light Curtain could not even last for a moment before it was shattered by a single palm strike. The torn Formation Patterns scattered everywhere, emitting trails of brilliant colors.

As his palm neared the Ancient Peak, Chu Zheng halted his hand, pointing a fingertip toward the Ancient Bronze Bell and flicking it lightly.

Dong…

Dong…

Dong!

Three consecutive bell tolls, added to the previous nine, totaled twelve.

Only then did the members of the Three Prisons Sect seem to truly react. Countless figures rose up into the sky, led by more than a dozen Otherkind, charging towards Chu Zheng.

Among them, Chu Zheng spotted a Godhorse that had just entered the Sixth Order, with four wings growing behind its back, pitch black as if forged from dark iron, leaving black hoof prints in the void, commanding great awe.

Looking at the multitude of Cultivators rushing in like a swarm of ants, Chu Zheng remained untroubled, lifting his hand for a sweeping strike.

The sounds of wind and thunder rose again, large swathes of the void suddenly collapsed, compressed into fragments.

The charging pitch-black Divine Horse, caught in the forefront, burst with blood. In the sky, it exploded into a mist of blood, instantly flattened into a patty.

The more than ten cultivators beside him were struck by the force of the palm print, bursting into pieces and dying one after another.

After a single palm strike, Chu Zheng was somewhat out of breath. Law of Heaven and Earth, after all, is a great divine power, and pushing it to its limit had greatly drained him.

In just those dozen or so breaths, the Yuan Qi within his Golden Core had nearly run dry, with no repair panel to continue.

Chu Zheng's thoughts stirred slightly, and the immortal power from his lower Dantian flowed throughout his body, replacing the Yuan Qi and sustaining his Dharma Phase.

Now, the immortal power could also activate Qi-Refining Divine Abilities. These two Taoist orthodoxies were fusing more and deeper inside Chu Zheng's body.

This was even more so after he had stepped into the Immortal Tribulation!

With the support of immortal power, Chu Zheng's breathing returned to normal, and he suddenly lifted his leg and kicked the Ancient Peak inscribed with the Three Prisons Totem.

Boom—

The whole Ancient Peak rose from the ground and collided with the many approaching cultivators.

Pupu pupu—

A series of muffled sounds followed, and the Ancient Peak became bloodied, with limbs and flesh flying everywhere.

The Ancient Peak flew less than ten thousand zhang before it thunderously collapsed, bringing down most of the Three Prisons Sect's residence like a mountain collapsing.

Chu Zheng took a deep breath, and a divine light shone from his mouth. In the next instant, the Samadhi True Fire poured out of his throat, covering the sky.

The blaze obscured the heavens, the light of the great sun was hidden, and the world was filled with three-colored spiritual light.

In a flash, the Samadhi True Fire engulfed the Three Prisons Sect's residence, including the pasture, leaving no survivors.

After a long while, Chu Zheng took a deep breath, withdrew the Samadhi True Fire, and then, after a while, exhaled a clear breath.

The breeze swept through the world, and in an instant, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged by a hundredfold. The Ancient Peak, cleansed by the Samadhi True Fire, sprouted many spiritual grasses and immortal blossoms.

Chu Zheng did not absorb the essence Qi transformed from the flesh and blood; he returned it to the heavens and earth.

This essence Qi was impure, too tainted with malevolence, which would sully his Golden Core and contaminate the single breath of purity discussed among Qi Cultivators.

His Divine Sense swept through heaven and earth and, having confirmed there were no survivors, Chu Zheng finally withdrew his Dharma Phase, took a Spirit Pill, and began to recuperate. Continue your adventure with My Virtual Library Empire

Even though he still had repair attempts left, he decided to save them for emergencies.

In an instant, the sky turned to dusk, and the Yuan Qi and immortal power within Chu Zheng's body had recovered nearly ninety percent.

After slowly ending his practice, Chu Zheng prepared to leave.

"Stop right there."

Just as he was about to move, a whisper came from the void, and a figure emerged.

[He Yi (Sixth Order): Inner Sect Elder of the Star Moon Sect, five hundred and forty-two years of bone age, specializes in Yin Yang Heaven-Extending Scripture, with a secondary focus on Nurturing Artifacts.]

Chu Zheng withdrew the spiritual light from his eyes, contemplating.

The Nurturing Artifacts path was another branch of the cultivation path, using all of one's mana and Essence Blood to feed an artifact. Compared to the Lifebound Immortal Treasure of the Immortal Path, it was more extreme, placing everything into a single weapon.

Chu Zheng did not answer his question but responded with a faint smile and a counter-question,

"If it were you, would you not remove the roots when cutting the grass?"

"Was it you who killed He De? Have you seen He Yunjin?"

He Yi questioned with a cold voice, clad in a black and white Taoist robe, his pupils swirling with Yin Yang Dual Qi, mysteriously revealing themselves.

Chu Zheng's gaze flickered slightly, a touch of amusement surfacing in his heart.

He Yi's first question upon meeting was not concern for He De, but for his nephew; this significance made him think of many things.

Chu Zheng did not answer his question, instead responded with a faint smile and a counter-question,

"If it were you, would you not remove the roots when cutting the grass?"

"Was it you who killed He De? Have you seen He Yunjin?"

He Yi questioned with a cold voice, clad in a black and white Taoist robe, and his pupils swirled mysteriously with Yin Yang Dual Qi.

Chu Zheng's gaze flickered slightly, amusement brimming in his heart.

He Yi's first question upon meeting was not concern for He De, but for his nephew; this significance inevitably led him to think of many things.

"He did not cultivate the evil path; his nature was pure and good. Why did you kill him?!"

"Return my son's life!"

Buzz—

A five-colored profound light shone in the sky.

"Let me ask you, where is He Yunjin?"