Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

In a fit of rage, his actions were ruthless, without any reservation.

Facing these Feng True Immortals charging at him, Chu Zheng's expression remained unmoved. He didn't even pause his steps, merely raising his right hand slowly.

What seemed like an ordinary palm strike descended.

Buzz!

The brilliant Breaking Technique Golden Pattern flashed and disappeared in his palm, the Hand Seal expanded across the void, aiming at the few True Immortals.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

Amidst a few short and dull explosions, the Feng True Immortals at the forefront, along with their Protective Immortal Light and roars, were instantly crushed into another mass of blood mist in the starry sky.

Chu Zheng's speed did not slow down as he passed through the yet-to-dissipate blood mist. Meanwhile, he operated the Method of Qi Absorption, and with one inhale,

the purest Origin Energy that had not fully returned to the heavens and earth, like being drawn by an invisible force, transformed into strands of pure light streams, all devoured into his stomach.

Given the current situation, he no longer had time to sit and slowly recover, nor sufficient spirit pills to sustain continuous high-intensity battles. He could only replenish himself in the most direct way—feeding war with war, using these cultivators' Life Essence to sustain the next slaughter.

Soon, he encountered several members of the Feng clan again, leading to another fierce battle.

With each living creature he slaughtered, the points accumulated in their Identity Jade Token would automatically transfer to Chu Zheng's Jade Token according to the battlefield rules.

Thus, in this bloody carnage, his points began to skyrocket at an astounding pace.

Chu Zheng's high-profile and ruthless style quickly drew attention from many other living creatures in this chaotic battlefield.

Some creatures observed from afar, while others subconsciously approached him, reacting in various ways.

There was fear, curiosity, but more so, was undisguised murderous intent!

"He's Zheng Chu, with Xue Qing, kill him!"

Soon someone discovered Chu Zheng's identity and spread word of his whereabouts, drawing more and more creatures, like sharks smelling blood, converging from all around the star domain, joining the pursuit and blockade against Chu Zheng.

This was a deliberate move by Chu Zheng; he was turning himself into an even more conspicuous target, attracting more firepower, sharing more of the pressure so that Xue Qing might have a better chance at survival.

The bloody storm surrounding Chu Zheng began to expand and spread rapidly.

However, not everyone in this chaotic killing field was an enemy.

As Chu Zheng was besieged by dozens of creatures from different forces, struggling in a fierce battle, over ten Martial Cultivators entered the battlefield, clad in Battle Armor, their blood Qi like wolf smoke, charging fearlessly into the fray, instantly scattering the creatures surrounding Chu Zheng.

Many of these Martial Cultivators hailed from the Near Immortal Realm, and their thoughts were simple and straightforward.

Xue Qing was from the Martial Pavilion, so Chu Zheng, associated with her and being besieged, was naturally considered one of their own; they attacked first before asking questions.

With the help of these Martial Saints, Chu Zheng's pressure drastically reduced, quickening his pace. He barely had time to thank them before being swept into another battlefield.

The battlefield grew increasingly chaotic and relentless, the slaughter unceasing; before he knew it, more than a month had passed.

In the midst of relentless pursuit and counterattacks, Chu Zheng lost count of how many battles he had fought, how many living creatures he had killed, or how much Alien Origin he had absorbed.

His cultivation had long reached the limit of the No. 5 Space-Time Battlefield; were it not for his deliberate suppression, he would have already achieved Perfection at the Early Stage of Heavenly Immortal.

He continually pressed forward, and as the distance to Xue Qing closed, the battlefield grew even more chaotic.

Finally, after breaking through yet another encirclement, he reached his destination, a piece of the Star Sea that had truly turned into an Asura Purgatory.

The scene here was far more tragic and chaotic than any previous battlefield.

Everywhere his gaze landed, there was slaughter, be it small skirmishes or full-blown melees with Human Demons, Ghosts, major ancient clans, and various living creatures entangled in combat.

Immortal Light, Blood Qi, Demon Mist, Techniques, and many Evil Demons... the different energy fluctuations clashed madly, exploding, painting the entire starry sky in a bizarre and colorful doomsday.

The sound of suffering wails, clashing Magic Treasures, bones shattering, and flesh tearing blended together, forming a nearly mad blood-red soundscape.

Many creatures were nearly driven insane, their eyes red as blood, attacking anyone they saw, almost unable to distinguish friend from foe, while others circled the battle formations, poised to seize Jade Tokens from the gravely injured and exhausted, like hounds fighting for food, greedily snatching points.

In the blink of an eye, many creatures met with soul-crushing doom.

But at the center of the most chaotic battlefield, where energy fluctuations were most intense, one blood-drenched figure stood out.

It was none other than Xue Qing.

At this moment, she was almost a figure of blood, her robes long stained black-red and clinging tightly to her body. Countless hideous wounds still bled profusely, with new injuries constantly adding, old injuries just congealing only to be torn open again.

She was trapped, surrounded by over a hundred living creatures, most of whom were Immortal Path Cultivators, attacking her like frenzied hyenas, wave after wave launching desperate charges, showering all manner of Divine Abilities and Techniques like a torrential storm upon the stretch of Star Sea she occupied.

In this world-shaking siege, Xue Qing displayed a terrifying resilience that shocked the soul, her warrior stance awe-inspiring.

Her combat style was as violent as thunder, like an Asura dancing on the edge of a blade, performing the dance of slaughter amidst life and death.

A True Dragon Bloodline sneaked behind her in an attempt to ambush; Xue Qing did not avoid but advanced, crashing into the dragon's belly, tearing its Scale Armor barehanded, ripping out its still-burning Dragon Ball, swallowing it without a glance.

She fought, bled, but at the same time, she kept feeding, devouring enemy flesh in battle, frantically replenishing her own consumption, maintaining her nearly crumbling vitality and combat strength.

This had almost become a beastly slaughterhouse.

Seeing this scene, Chu Zheng took a deep breath, his breathing instantly heavier, without the slightest hesitation, he inhaled deeply, causing the remaining Yuan Qi in his body to surge violently.

With a thunderous roar, his Dharma Phase rose sky-high again, like a burning star, charged directly into the most chaotic and perilous core of the battle formation.

Wherever he passed, there was no one to match him; facing the Breaking Technique Golden Pattern, countless Immortal Treasures and Divine Skills crumbled like defeated silk, collapsing upon contact, all who blocked his path, regardless of clan or cultivation, were violently blasted away by the Dharma Phase, ground to powder.

Yet the core of this battle formation was filled with immense resistance, teeming with strong opponents.

This short Star Sea distance was excruciatingly difficult for Chu Zheng, as if he were stuck in a quagmire, significantly delayed.

The Dharma Phase repeatedly shattered under constant strikes, forcibly re-congealed, only for the effects of his Nine Orifices Golden Core to be nearly exhausted after continuous use.

He stuffed Spirit Pills into his mouth, one after another, the medicinal power surging and quickly dissipating, yet somehow managing to barely repair his ruined body, keeping his Dharma Phase from perishing.

Crimson blood seeped continuously from his cracked grip and every pore, but Chu Zheng's momentum did not waver.

In the blink of an eye, the Dharma Phase was on the brink of crumbling, and his divine consciousness was nearing chaos due to exhaustion when Chu Zheng, with sheer force, finally broke through the layers of encirclement, treading on a mountain of enemy corpses, at last reaching the eye of the storm, standing before the blood-drenched figure.

Xue Qing raised her hand and twisted the head off a creature, blood gushing. She turned to find Chu Zheng at her side, her eyes suddenly surging with countless emotions.

Their eyes met, a thousand words choked in their throats, yet no words were spoken.

"Kill!"

Without another word, Chu Zheng rasped, seizing Xue Qing with a sudden grasp, her touch slippery and sticky, uncertain whether from blood or sweat.

Without hesitation, Xue Qing returned the gesture, gripping him back, their exhausted blood and energy resonating together at that moment, like two peerless weapons reforged side by side after countless trials.

The next moment, they simultaneously took action, transforming into a blood-red whirlwind that tore through the battlefield, shredding all before them, fiercely striking out into the dark and deep starry sky.