Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Gazing at the plain covered in wild grass before her, Song Lingxue's face showed a slight shock. She looked down at a piece of withered bone crushed by her own feet, feeling a chill in her heart and a loss for words from an indescribable, strong impact.

It had not been long since they parted ways. How could such a distinguished Great Saint of Martial Path die like this?

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As a fellow practitioner of the Martial Path, she knew all too well the strength of Bi Yue Great Saint. It was like a Divine Mountain whose peak she could not even see at this point, unreachable and unfathomable.

Such a level of mighty being had now turned into the lifeless bones beneath her feet just like any other.

Is this the terrifying reality of the Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield...

Song Lingxue took a deep breath; amidst the fragrance of grass and trees mixed a faint yet discernible sweet smell of blood that had not yet dissipated.

The silver-white Battle Halberd flickered with a faint light, and as the Artifact Spirit of a Half-Saint artifact, it also appeared somewhat at a loss at the moment. It had not been completely refined by Song Lingxue and followed by her side with a task of surveillance as well.

The task had barely started for a few days before its former master had fallen, the situation had changed too quickly, and it was somewhat unexpected.

For a time, it did not know where to go next.

This place was the Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield, where even a Great Saint could easily perish, not to mention a mere Half-Saint weapon like itself.

Song Lingxue came back to her senses, sensing the restlessness of the Battle Halberd behind her, and immediately raised her finger to gently stroke the blade of the halberd:

"If you have nowhere to go, then follow me for the time being. I will grow strong enough to wield you as soon as possible."

The Battle Halberd did not respond and fell into silence, contemplating the future was somewhat beyond its purview, so it chose to fall asleep directly.

After a good sleep, its future path would appear on its own.

It had already been in a deep slumber for a long time before, this extra period did not make much difference.

Martial Hall.

Within the great hall shrouded with starlight and auspicious colors, a robust Great Man knelt on the ground to pay his respects, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead:

"Reporting to the Hall Master, the party led by Bi Yue Great Saint... has perished on the Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield."

The death of a Great Saint was no small loss for the Martial Hall.

"The Heavenly Fate has already receded. You Bi Yue did not invoke the Heavenly Fortune upon himself till death, so it must have been the Immortal Alliance that made a move."

Fu Pinglan opened his hollow eyes, his tone slightly heavy: "There is no need to worry about Chu Zheng for now. The Martial Ancestor has sent a message a few days ago. There has been a disturbance in the Vast Universe Great Realm, the third assault on the realm barriers this year."

"It seems that those Evil Demons from the Mythical Realm in the Vast Universe Great Realm can hardly contain themselves any longer, desperately needing substantial Heavenly Fate to support their breakthrough into the Ancestral Realm. There have been too many mortalities in the Great Universe in recent years, bolstering the power of the Evil Demons, I'm afraid it won't end well."

"The immediate task is to quickly resolve the affairs in All Heavens, to help the Martial Ancestor secure more Heavenly Fate, so that we can gain the upper hand in the subsequent Dao Wars."

As he spoke, Fu Pinglan slowly stood up, his expression revealing a measure of gravity:

"Xiao Yuan, convey the Vice Hall Master's commands, recall all Martial Saints and above stationed outside, and support the Battlefield of All Heavens with all our strength."

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"I need to return to 450 million years prior, to attempt the retrieval of my eyes. The future is uncertain. You hold onto my Dao Seal and constantly monitor the heavenly fate. If any misfortune befalls me and the Martial Arts Heavenly Fortune flows backward, immediately summon the Heavenly Punishment Martial Emperor back to the hall. Borrow the heavenly fate to enter the Ancestral Realm and stabilize the overall situation."

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As Fu Pinglan spoke, a blood-colored secret seal congealed in the palm of his hand and was handed over to Xiao Yuan.

Xiao Yuan's face was solemn as he accepted the Dao Seal with both hands, nodding in response:

"Your command is heard. May your journey be successful and achieve perfection."

Fu Pinglan's expression was icy cold. To this day, he had no knowledge of what his eyes had seen in the past, such that they were forcibly left behind, with not a single memory remaining in his mind.

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The fall of a Great Saint of Martial Path did not create much of a stir in the grand scale of the Great Universe.

It was like a ripple on the vast ocean, surfacing for a moment and disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Everything was as usual in the Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield – endless skirmishes, and sights filled with tears and blood that eons could not dry.

A relentless supply of fresh blood from every corner of the Great Universe poured into this dreadful meat grinder known as the Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield. Some living creatures would rise from here, soaring like a brilliant rainbow, but many more were nameless bones submerged in the waves of blood.

Beneath the earth soaked with blood and bone, lived the descendants of the original creatures of the Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield, now excluded from the ranks of various Taoist orthodoxies.

These descendants called themselves the 'Heavenly Blood Lineage,' dwelling in the Underground Palace, separating themselves entirely from the Immortal Alliance Martial Hall and all the Myriad Heavens and Realms.

Over the years, these living creatures from the Great Universe, known as the 'Grass Descendants,' used various types of teleportation arrays to transform the dark underground into a new world.

The Underground Palace was extensive and interconnected, spanning most of the Lower Heavenly Domain, divided into four major domains: east, west, south, and north, within which countless arrays lay hidden, sheltering who knows how many living creatures, a place where ears and eyes were everywhere.

Here was the most well-informed area in the Lower Heavenly Domain and, relatively speaking, more peaceful. Naturally, it was a place to band together for warmth, with fewer occurrences of skirmishes.

Among the four domains of the Underground Palace, the Northern Region bordered the Ten Thousand Realms and was home to a relative complexity of force lineages and a particularly chaotic composition of clan groups, with many instances of mixed bloodlines visible everywhere.

Underground, with no sunlight, the dome and the four walls were embedded with black and white crystals, formed by the Essence of the Great Sun and Moonlight. Twenty-four hours cycled through, with day and night transitions more regular than those on the surface.

Above a crisscrossed and spacious marketplace, a miscellaneous goods store quietly opened. A long banner was hung at the door, offering ancient fragments in exchange for cultivation resources.

If one were to ask where in the Lower Heavenly Domain one could find the most fragments, aside from the Underground Palace, nowhere else came to mind. Some weaker creatures here, in particular, liked to clear battlefields and search for cultivation resources to satisfy their hunger, forced by their environment.

Just over a month ago, using the Shape-Shifting Divine Power to disguise as a Half-demon, and with the natural affinity of a Qi Cultivator, Chu Zheng easily infiltrated the Underground Palace and took over this small shop.

He was planning to stay here for a long time, to weather calamities through his disguise, while dissipating the Tribulation Qi and staying quiet for a while.

The Martial Hall was after him, and the Immortal Alliance's stance towards him was unclear. With his status as an Immortal Path Cultivator, it was difficult to find a place to stay in the myriad realms. For the moment, he felt besieged on all sides, caught in a difficult predicament with no clear way forward or back.

Therefore, seeking isolation and vanishing without trace for some time was his best choice for the time being.

The street was crowded with people, filled with the bustling Red Dust, peaceful and prosperous. Chu Zheng leaned back in his reclining chair, his gaze sweeping over the many living creatures walking on the street, sorting through the complex information absorbed in his mind.

When his Spiritual Eye swept across a figure, he suddenly shot up from his seat, his expression changing:

[Shang Zuling (Sixth Order): Bone age one hundred and nine, Cultivation Middle Stage of Tongxuan Realm, former Centurion under the Breaking Kill Army Second Camp of the Immortal Alliance, forcibly underwent Blood Changing, broken and rebuilt, seriously injured (repairable).]

Shang Zuling?!