Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

The square was still bustling with people, some of the living creatures' gazes fell on Zheng Chu, mixed with a hint of strangeness.

From the moment Chu Zheng entered to the moment he emerged, it was all over in just a dozen breaths; such speed in determining victory was truly astounding.

Chu Zheng seemed oblivious to this, turned around, and left this noisy place, preparing to wait for the next battle. As he glanced inadvertently at one corner of the square, his gaze paused slightly.

There, a few figures had gathered; their physiques were equally tall and robust, their bodies flowing with dark golden divine radiance, at a glance it was evident they came from the same source as his opponent earlier.

At this moment, they were cautiously gathering some dark golden fragments, their movements gentle.

A dark gold creature, over two meters tall, with a figure that could vaguely be identified as female, was crouching over the unrecognizable remains, her broad shoulders shaking violently, her throat filled with suppressed sobs, full of grief:

"Brother..."

Her low sobs were swallowed by the clamor of the square, like water into the sea, not causing the slightest ripple.

Such a scene was not unusual outside this vast Asura-like chaos of Heavenly Abyss City, almost ubiquitous; the victor's jubilant cheers mixing with the wails of the defeated's family and friends constituted the cruel undertone of the Heaven Burial Competition.

Chu Zheng walked away slowly, the murmuring of some cultivators intermittently reached his ears.

"Isn't that the remnant from the 'Flowing Gold Realm'..."

"Yes, the lineage of Dark Gold Divine Blood, their ancestors once shone, creating ancient myths that swept across their domain."

"Alas, the bloodline has been thinning over generations, and their domain resources are nearly exhausted, they probably won't last much longer."

"The one inside just now, called Jin Xiao, is said to be the most outstanding talent in their lineage in a million years, probably aiming to enter the Heaven Burial Palace, seeking a share of Heavenly Fate to restore the glory of their ancestors."

"Bad luck, it was said that Jin Xiao was a strong contender to win this competition, I even bet one hundred Immortal Jade on him to win."

"Hey, what a pity, his fortune wasn't strong enough, running into a brick wall in the first round..."

"What Divine Skills did that person use earlier? Even such a Divine Body couldn't withstand it?"

"Never seen it..."

Chu Zheng listened silently, his steps uninterrupted, his gaze lingered on the towering woman crying over the corpse for a few breaths.

At this moment, he finally understood why that person had been so frantic, even to the point of risking his life.

Bearing the last hope of their tribe, they came to restore the glory of their ancestors, with no way back.

The Heavenly Fate within the Heaven Burial Palace was the last hope to step into the Nine Realms, even into the Space-time Domain.

If failed, then death.

Chu Zheng slowly withdrew his gaze, his face devoid of any emotion, neither the pride of victory nor the pity.

This is the Way of Struggle.

On this path of vying for Heavenly Fate to achieve Chengzu, there is no right or wrong, only life and death.

If today's strength wasn't enough, it would be him dead in the Small World, and even in this Heavenly Abyss City, there wouldn't be anyone to collect his corpse.

With this thought, even the last ripple in his heart completely calmed, he stopped lingering, turning to merge into the surging crowd.

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At the pinnacle of the Heavenly Dome, above countless battlefields, stood two silhouettes.

One silhouette's muscles coiled like dragons, its bones resembled sky-supporting divine pillars, the dark golden skin flowed with immortal divine radiance, faintly imprinted with martial arts battle patterns.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, watching the departing figure of Chu Zheng, his eyes flickered slightly:

"Is that him?"

"Yes," Xue Qing, standing beside, nodded: "His talent is no less than mine, he's more suitable in planning things through."

"What he pursues is not Martial Path, he cannot enter the Martial Pavilion, that Half of Heaven's Fortune, I cannot give it to him."

Sun-Eroding Cry shook his head slightly: "But I can promise you, if trouble arises in the future, I'll help him once."

"In this Heaven Burial Ceremony, you no longer have the necessity to participate. Once the Heaven Burial Palace opens, at least hundreds of years will pass, the Cold Star is about to reach the end of its lifespan, maybe only two or three hundred years, you just need to wait patiently to inherit Heavenly Fate."

"I want to see it."

Xue Qing was silent for a moment, then nodded in response: "I won't enter the Heaven Burial Palace, just wish to take a look."

The Heaven Burial Ceremony is far more perilous than the current preliminary selection of the Near Immortal Realm.

She felt a bit uneasy about it.