Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Eight million, competing for sixty-two thousand spots, the probability of being eliminated has exceeded ninety-nine percent.

This is truly one in a hundred, even more brutal!

The only good news is that the true elite of the Ten Great Ancient Clans will not participate in the ceremony, so the strongest opponents will not choose to enter.

Upon hearing this, Chu Zheng remained expressionless, yet his heart felt a chill. The Ancient Clans and many large families almost took away half of the spots, leaving the remaining ones for these eight million living creatures to fight for with their lives.

This is the law of the current Great Universe.

The Heavenly Fate within the Heaven Burial Palace is the only remaining chance for a rise. Even if they are unwilling, they must seize it.

Very soon, Xing Rui finished introducing the basic rules and handed each cultivator a jade token to record points.

This process was not unfamiliar to Chu Zheng, as the future Immortal Alliance did the same, clearly inheriting the practice.

During the brief wait to enter the designated battlefield, Chu Zheng could clearly feel the countless gazes cast in his direction.

After a while, several cultivators from the Near Immortal Realm, who once had a brief encounter in Heavenly Abyss City, hesitated for a moment but still approached proactively.

The leading figure, a middle-aged man with a kind face and solid aura, cupped his hands toward Chu Zheng, speaking sincerely:

"Daoist Zheng Chu, I am Cheng Wenzhao of the Cheng Family from the Near Immortal Realm." He pointed to several companions beside him, "These are also fellow cultivators from the Near Immortal Realm. The Border Wilderness Battlefield is perilous, with strong evil demons and unpredictable human nature. We wish to partner with Daoist, so we can look out for each other. The efficiency of demon hunting can also be higher. What are Daoist's thoughts on this?"

The others also nodded, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Chu Zheng's previously demonstrated strength was evident to all; having such a strong ally would undoubtedly increase their chances of survival.

Chu Zheng glanced at them, his eyes lingering on their faces for a moment, then shook his head slowly without any hesitation, his voice calm: "I appreciate the good intention, but I am used to traveling alone, sorry."

With that, he gave them no chance to respond further, turned around, and moved to the side, closing his eyes to rest.

The expressions on Cheng Wenzhao and the others' faces stiffened awkwardly, but they dared not speak out in offense and ultimately backed away reluctantly, looking for other partners.

Chu Zheng understood the principle of mutual benefit but knew that with human nature being unpredictable and profit as the priority, this battlefield would soon turn into a chaotic killing field where trust would become the most extravagant thing.

He couldn't, and absolutely wouldn't, entrust his back to companions he couldn't fully trust, who might stab him in the back for points at any moment.

Although traveling alone was dangerous, at least he only had to deal with enemies in the open and not always be on guard against hidden threats.

It's unknown how vast this space-time battlefield is. If he could meet Xue Qing in it, it would certainly make things much easier.

Soon, the brilliance near the Boundary Gate intensified, the force of teleportation began to surge, and the gathered cultivators were transported in batches into the space-time battlefield.

Chu Zheng tightened the jade token in his hand, his figure disappearing into the white light near the Boundary Gate.

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On the other side, an even older, giant Boundary Gate covered with totems was humming and emitting blazing white light.

Moments later, the light faded, and over a thousand figures appeared. Unlike cultivators from other directions, these cultivators had blood energy like dragons, strong physiques, and pure, domineering martial arts true blood flowing around them, mostly wearing battle armor.

Standing among the crowd, Xue Qing, dressed in a pitch-black outfit, was inconspicuous among the many martial cultivators.

Evidently, this group knew the rules of the Heaven Burial Ceremony in advance and, without much delay, directly took the jade tokens and dispersed, entering the space-time battlefield.

Upon stepping into the space-time battlefield, a deathly silent and cold universe enveloped them.

Before Xue Qing's eyes appeared a truly vast starry sky, with stars blinking near and far, and nebulae slowly rotating like veils, impressively magnificent.

However, this beautiful starry sky was now filled with a pervasive, uncomfortably cold evil qi, like an invisible thin veil, omnipresent, eroding blood energy, polluting divine souls, causing every cultivator to instinctively tense up and circulate their blood energy in resistance.

This space-time battlefield was unimaginably vast, almost like a small universe.

While many martial cultivators were still adapting to the environment and observing their surroundings, five strong auras approached Xue Qing directly, three men and two women, all of Martial Saint Second Layer cultivation.

They wore the uniform of Martial Pavilion core disciples, with composed expressions and swift, decisive actions.

The leader was a woman who appeared just over thirty, with a charming face marked by the traces of experience, her gaze sharp like an eagle's.

She came before Xue Qing, cupped her hands in salute, her posture low, her tone filled with genuine respect:

"Miss Xue Qing, I am Qin Can Yue, Outer Pavilion Steward of the Martial Pavilion, assigned by the Martial Ancestor to lead four comrades to ensure your safety in this battlefield. We are at your command."

The other four also bowed in salute, their expressions solemn.

Xue Qing's gaze swept across the five, instantly sensing the pure blood energy and the experienced battlefield aura within them, undoubtedly martial cultivators, without false identities.

Additionally, there weren't likely to be many who knew of her connection to Sun-Eroding Cry.

After a brief consideration, she nodded slightly:

"Thank you all."

In this vast battlefield with cruel rules, having a few strong and reliable allies from the same faction was naturally more beneficial than harmful. She was confident but never arrogant.

Seeing Xue Qing's consent, a slight smile appeared on Qin Can Yue's face as she stepped aside: "Please, Miss."

Xue Qing said no more, casually choosing a direction, transforming into a streak of black light and moving forward first. Qin Can Yue and the others immediately followed closely, their movements like lightning, tacitly forming a simple protective formation with Xue Qing subtly in the center.

The six figures quickly disappeared into the deep starry sky intertwined with starlight and evil qi, vanishing from sight.

Mere moments after their departure, three piercing space-shattering cries resounded sharply, arriving at the spot where Xue Qing had stayed.

The newcomers were also three Martial Saints, two men and one woman, their cultivation slightly stronger than Qin Can Yue's group, all at Second Layer Perfection.

They wore the Mystic Black Battle Armor unique to the Martial Pavilion's Law Enforcement Hall, with fresh bloodstains on the armor, indicating they had just experienced a fierce battle. The leader, with a square face and tightly knitted brows, scanned the remaining traces of aura around them with a severe expression.

He suddenly reached out, grabbed in the void, and drew a martial cultivator about to leave over, sharply asking:

"Did you see Miss Xue Qing?!"

The cultivator, startled by the unexpected situation, recognized the Law Enforcement Hall's armor and immediately bristled, not daring to delay, quickly pointing in the direction where Xue Qing and the others had left:

"I saw her, not long ago. The Martial Ancestor seemed to have sent five Second Realm Martial Saints to protect her, and they went in that direction."

At this point, a hint of envy crept into his tone. Being so valued by the Martial Ancestor, personally sending protection, was indeed an honor.

"Five Second Realm Martial Saints?!"

The questioning Martial Saint from the Law Enforcement Hall furrowed his brow into a knotted frown upon hearing this, turning abruptly to his two companions, his eyes filled with doubt:

"Did the Martial Ancestor send someone else?!"

"Absolutely not. The orders we received were for the three of us to protect Miss Xue Qing at all costs. We've never heard of another group."

The two accompanying Martial Saints from the Law Enforcement Hall also showed shocked expressions and shook their heads simultaneously, eyes full of equal confusion.

The stern-faced female Martial Saint emphatically stated: "These were orders from Sun-Eroding Martial Ancestor himself. For this entry into Battlefield Number Two to protect Miss Xue Qing, only the three of us were sent. How could there suddenly be five more?"

"What did those five look like?" the square-faced Martial Saint hurriedly inquired again.

The cultivator, slightly overwhelmed by the tension from the trio, did not dare delay and roughly described the general appearance and aura of Qin Can Yue and her group.

After hearing the description, the expressions of the three Law Enforcement Hall Martial Saints turned extremely grim.

"Pursue quickly!"