Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

"Great Saint, what should we do now?"

"Once the Immortal Alliance takes action, how should we respond?"

The six Martial Saints were somewhat at a loss, having prepared for death upon learning the true mission of this journey.

But the current issue was whether, if the Immortal Alliance truly intended to kill them, they should wait passively or fight to the death.

The meanings represented by these choices were starkly different.
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"Even if we return to the Martial Hall now, our ultimate fate would still be a dead end."

You Bi Yue's expression regained calmness as he surveyed the six Martial Saints:

"Please follow me back to the Lower Heavenly Domain and exert all efforts to search for Chu Zheng. If any cultivator from the Immortal Alliance interferes, just as before, exterminate them."

This statement was tantamount to asking everyone to face death.

Upon hearing these words, the faces of the six Martial Saints turned solemn, and without any hesitation, they bowed:

"We will heed the Great Saint's commands."

People of the Martial Path spend their lives constantly engaging in battle, always lingering on the brink of life and death, following a path that goes against the current.

Among them, some might be plagued by various desires, but none are those who fear death over cherishing life.

Before stepping onto the Martial Path, they had already prepared themselves, aware that their lives might seldom end well.

Having lived to this age and reaching this point, the path beneath their feet was already much longer than many of their peers.

Whether to the left or right, death was inevitable; if they could resolve some troubles for those who followed, their deaths would have meaning.

You Bi Yue, without further words, led the six Martial Saints as they turned back and rushed towards the Lower Heavenly Domain.

At that moment, he no longer wished to investigate why Chu Zheng had survived.

Finding Chu Zheng and thoroughly killing him was his sole mission.

The time needed to heal his injuries turned out to be much longer than Chu Zheng had anticipated.

After about half a month, his body gradually began to take shape.

The half-destroyed Primordial Spirit, slowly mended on its own, was progressing frustratingly slow; it would require at least several decades more. If there were some Immortal Elixirs to nourish the Divine Soul, progress could likely be sped up considerably.

After his injuries had significantly healed, Chu Zheng immediately left the Small World and returned to the Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield.

He was now surrounded by an unfamiliar heaven and earth.

Immortal Path Cultivators' self-condensed Grotto Heavens floated in the spatial turbulence, moving with their bodies.

Chu Zheng was no different, though his situation was a bit special, as his original body, which had served as a spatial anchor, had been completely crushed.

Thus, his Small World could only drift in the void, and he was uncertain of its current location.

After contemplating briefly, Chu Zheng descended to the ground, employed Divine Shape-Shifting Skills, and transformed into an ordinary black snake, using the Earth Escape Technique to move beneath the ground.

He sought a suitable location to realign himself, a place where he could undergo transformation and tribulation to diminish the Tribulation Qi and prepare for the next Earth Tribulation.

The previous great tribulation orchestrated by You Bi Yue, which he had luckily survived, had greatly reduced his Tribulation Qi, but he still did not underestimate the remaining Qi.

Qi Refining was increasingly challenging the further one progressed.

To become a Heavenly Immortal, one must transcend a hundred tribulations; to become a Mysterious Immortal, ten thousand; and to reach the level of a Golden Immortal, a million tribulations are necessary.

It wasn't just the number of tribulations that increased; the Tribulation Qi would exponentially surge, and the variability and unpredictability of the tribulations amplified. Just because Chu Zheng had survived this time did not mean he would the next.

If there were a safer method, why not use it?

After spending several days gathering information about the nearby area, Chu Zheng wrote countless letters, circulating the news of You Bi Yue's strike on the Immortal Alliance through various channels into many camps of the Alliance.

However, contrary to his expectations, the reception of his letters within the Alliance did not stir much upheaval; it seemed to have become the norm.

After some investigation, Chu Zheng finally understood.

This kind of discord had been employed every ten or eight years throughout the Ten Thousand Realms as a means to instigate conflicts within the Immortal Martial Alliance; the many cultivators of the Alliance had even grown somewhat accustomed to it.

Regarding this, Chu Zheng felt somewhat helpless; he could not risk revealing his identity to establish direct contact with the Immortal Alliance.

True Immortal had previously shown him goodwill, but he was genuinely not familiar enough with the Immortal Alliance to trust them rashly.

The examples of Zhao Tingxian and Shang Cangyun were clear—if the Immortal Alliance were truly a refuge, they would never have been driven to this point.

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Above the desolate land floated seven blood-red suns, slowly drifting, sweeping across the mountains and rivers in an instant.

The Lower Heavenly Domain was too vast; finding someone could only be done in this way.

"Please, hold on."

A low murmur suddenly arose from above the sky, halting those who were meticulously searching.

You Bi Yue paused, and the six Martial Saints behind her stopped as well.

A middle-aged man in Immortal Armor stepped out from the void, descending into the air, his deep gaze radiating sharp Immortal Light from his dark pupils.

His Gold-plated Battle Armor, engraved with dense Immortal Patterns, reflected the harsh Immortal Light on each armor piece, further accentuating his upright posture like a pine, with a commanding presence.

His arms hung naturally as he looked down upon the members of the Martial Hall with a composed demeanor, his mere presence resembling an insurmountable Divine Peak, inducing a sense of compliance in others without a thought of resistance.

Not far behind him followed several True Immortals, their approach formidable.

"Immortal King."

Sensing the aura emanating from the middle-aged man, You Bi Yue's eyes grew cold, a trace of blood mist escaped her lips, and her heart began to beat wildly, desperately gathering the flowing Qi and blood throughout her body, then accelerating its circulation to ten or even a hundred times the usual speed into her limbs.

In an instant, the blood vessels on his body bulged and his veins surfaced, his whole body swelling considerably.

The Immortal King was a supreme powerhouse just beneath an Immortal Monarch, soon possibly touching the domain of space-time, beyond his capacity to confront. However, he could not simply surrender.

Seeing this, the six Saints behind him flashed murderous intent in their eyes, each operating their Secret Techniques, their War Blood beginning to boil.

The void thundered, echoing with low roars induced by the stirring of Qi and blood.

"I am Fan Long, Heavenly Judge of the Immortal Alliance Punishment Department."

Seeing the reaction of You Bi Yue and her group, the gaze of Fan Long, the Immortal King, turned frosty:

"I received a secret message that you attacked and destroyed our Immortal Alliance Camp, slaughtering 1,760,000 Cultivators of the Immortal Alliance. According to the law of the Immortal Alliance, this blood debt is beyond redemption."

This visit was initially just a routine inquiry, not truly a matter of concern to him.

But judging from the reaction of these few, the transmission of the message was evidently true.

Hum—

His response was met with a swath of blood-red blade light, a frightening killing intent sweeping across the sky, causing all living creatures within a billion miles to tremble, bowing and covering their heads, daring not to make any slight movements.

The wind passing by in the sky, the flowing clouds, even the invisible primordial Qi of Heaven and Earth, all fell into a still.

"To think a mere ant dares to swallow the heavens, how ridiculous."

Watching the blade light approaching, Fan Long's expression remained impassive—indifferent he calmly raised his hand, releasing a gentle stream of Immortal Light.

Crack—

The blade light shattered instantly, the gentle Immortal Light subtly transforming into a dragon, swallowing the seven people below in one gulp before disappearing into the void.

Martial Power was extraordinary, capable of going against the current, but ultimately there was a limit.

The Immortal King was now a domain You Bi Yue could not reach.

With such a great disparity in cultivation, Fan Long did not even need to use an Immortal Treasure to erase their traces.

Fan Long closed his eyes to rest. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a mist of blood.

The blood mist merged with the void, turning into a rain of blood in a snap of the fingers, covering a million miles.

The Immortal Flowers and Strange Grasses on the ground, nourished by the blood rain, began to grow visibly taller, as if blessed by rain from the heavens.

Seeing this, a True Immortal hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Immortal King Fan Long, how should we report this matter?"

"Just tell it as it is, no need to hide anything."

Having said that, Fan Long fell silent for a while, then slowly said, "This matter… was caused by the Cultivators from the Ten Thousand Realms, unrelated to the Martial Hall, and I will personally report the truth to the Master later."

Now, the Immortal Alliance needed the help of the Martial Hall; before the Myriad Heavens and Realms perished, they could not afford to easily tear their faces apart.