Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

In the small secret chamber, less than ten feet across, a thick, intense smell of blood lingered, the wall-embedded pearls dyed red by the crimson light reflected from the Blood Pool, casting a somewhat eerie and sinister ambiance.

Chu Zheng retracted the Spiritual Light from his eyes, stood up from the coffin, his movements somewhat stiff.

The Blood Pool mirrored a somewhat gaunt figure, entirely covered with black fur inches long.

With a slight movement of his tongue, Chu Zheng could lick the nearly inch-long canine teeth inside his mouth.

The two nearby Cultivators had mediocre Cultivation. The middle-aged Daoist who had just spoken, named Song Zhao, had just entered the Third Order.

The Cultivator standing beside him, named Gu Zhenxun, had a Cultivation level of only Second Order Perfection.

After a Hundred Days Qi Cultivation, Chu Zheng had compressed the Yin Qi inside his body into a Yin Pill, entering the Third Order.

In addition, this body, having absorbed the Golden Iron Qi from the Iron Coffin, had become even more formidable. His true combat strength was now among the upper tiers of the Third Order.

Chu Zheng stepped out of the Iron Coffin and gradually adapted to his own body, walking slowly towards the edge of the pool, trudging through the blood water.

These two men posed little threat to him now.

Seeing that the corpse in the coffin finally reacted, Song Zhao's expression remained serious as he could feel that he couldn't control this zombie as easily as before, like moving his own limb.

This situation was akin to the zombie gaining its own consciousness, which made him feel uneasy. He promptly used the Corpse Control Technique again and issued a command:

"Stop!"

Hearing this, Chu Zheng continued his steps unhurriedly, completely unmoved.

Seeing Chu Zheng continually draw closer, Song Zhao instinctively took a few steps back, a hint of panic in his eyes.

"Daoist Song, what's this?"

Seeing his strange reaction, Gu Zhenxun also realized something was wrong. His expression changed as he watched Chu Zheng approach, his face turning slightly pale.

The creature, shrouded in black fur and eyes emitting crimson blood light, was undeniably spine-chilling.

A few moments later, Chu Zheng finally dragged his stiff body out of the Blood Pool. He did not engage with the two men; instead, he just stood quietly, not uttering a word.

It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but that his Cultivation was insufficient to make sounds with this body.

He was no longer a living person but another type of special living creature. The fact that his Divine Sense could inhabit this body was purely accidental.

Now, he knew nothing about the outside world and could only rely on these two men for information.

Seeing Chu Zheng still motionless, Song Zhao secretly clenched various Fu Lu and Magic Artifacts and slowly approached Chu Zheng.

Soon, he came up to Chu Zheng and tentatively extended the Spirit Sword in his hand, pressing it against Chu Zheng's throat.

Cold sweat had already broken out on his forehead, his heart pounding. Judging by the aura emanating from this zombie, it was clearly stronger than him, leaving him no choice but to feel anxious.

With the sword pressing against his throat, Chu Zheng remained entirely still.

For a moment, Song Zhao's expression became complex. With just a bit more force, he could sever the head of this zombie and eliminate any future trouble.
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However, it was precisely because of this that he hesitated a moment ago. In his heart, he still held a slight hope that this zombie might not be out of control.

"Daoist Song, what are you doing?"

Gu Zhenxun's face changed slightly, and he said urgently: "To nourish this zombie, my Gu Family painstakingly searched for ten years, finally finding such a Yin Sha Land. After nourishing the corpse for twelve years, we've cultivated this manner of aura. Are you going to destroy it now?"

His words were filled with confusion; this was the hope of the Gu Family.

Hearing this, Song Zhao took a deep breath and gripped the spirit sword tightly, his expression grew solemn.

"Mr. Gu, this zombie can no longer be controlled by the Corpse Control Technique. You must be aware of the dangers it embodies. If we do not eliminate it now, it will certainly become a major threat in the future!"

Uncontrollable...

Gu Zhenxun was slightly startled, looking at the black-haired creature before him, a hint of hesitation arose in his mind.

An uncontrollable zombie would inevitably cause great casualties, but to destroy a divine weapon, which had taken more than twenty years to obtain and had not yet been put to use, was equivalent to asking for the Gu Family's life.

All the preparations made before were in vain, and the loss of manpower and resources involved was somewhat unbearable.

"Brother Song, can we think of another way?" Gu Zhenxun's expression showed difficulty. His feet seemed rooted to the ground, unable to move an inch.

This was the hope for the Gu Family's rise. If they gave up now, he couldn't bear to go through with it.

Song Zhao retracted the spirit sword, fell silent for a long time, and transmitted his voice:

"The failure of the Corpse Control Technique has a certain probability because this zombie has developed a consciousness and is about to become a real living creature. If the Gu Family takes good care of it during this period, there might also be a chance to reform it and enlist it under your command, but..."

At this point, Song Zhao did not continue, but the implications were already clear to Gu Zhenxun.

The Corpse Control Technique, to some extent, was similar to controlling a magic artifact. Once a corpse developed its own consciousness, it would be very difficult to handle.

Ultimately, it was a living creature and could not be completely refined like an ordinary magic treasure.

Subduing an unrestrained living creature was indeed too difficult. Moreover, dealing with a deeply resentful zombie made it even more challenging.

"I am willing to try," Gu Zhenxun nodded firmly.

"Then please, take care in your actions," responded Daoist Song.

After a while, Song Zhao reluctantly put away his spirit sword, letting out a light sigh, for he really couldn't bear to see his efforts go to waste.

The inherent talent of this zombie was extraordinarily strong, much stronger than many so-called Prides of the Heavens or Cultivation prodigies. If it indeed had the chance to become the Corpse King in the future, the benefits would be immeasurable.

The only concern was the considerable risk of losing control.

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After leaving the secret chamber, Chu Zheng quickly found his bearings and learned the partial truths about this world.

The world before him was named the Tianwu Realm, where heavens were round and the earth was square.

In the center of the world stood a colossal tree that reached into the skies, known as 'Heavenly Wutong', home to various divine phoenixes, blood birds, Golden Crow divine birds, and countless powerful Otherkind.

This world was not originally known by this name during ancient times, but was officially renamed Tianwu Realm after this 'Heavenly Wutong' traversed from another realm.

In this world, the distribution of power was extremely chaotic with more than a hundred races. The Human Race, located somewhere in the middle rank, generally maintained normal relationships with races both above and below, with some friendly and others tense.

What surprised Chu Zheng the most was that in this world, the existence of the Vast Universe was not really a secret, as many living creatures were aware of it.

As for the evil demons from the Vast Universe, many groups within this realm did not refer to them as 'evil demons'; some even revered them as Yin Gods and worshipped them with the same respect afforded to deities.

Moreover, near the 'Heavenly Wutong', there were rumors of living evil demons lurking.