Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

His gaze did not linger on Jun Huang for long, quickly returning to the storm's center, towards the direction of Xue Qing and Chu Zheng.

The battle there had reached an intense climax, with waves of blood sweeping across the Star Dome, transforming into seas of blood.

No matter if Chu Zheng and Xue Qing could ultimately carve a path of survival from the hunts of hundreds of thousands, and walk out of the Space-Time Battlefield alive, Sun-Eroding Cry knew that he must begin to make some preparations.

Especially for Chu Zheng...

The talismatic pattern in this child's hand posed an enormous threat, with a terrifyingly direct suppressive force against the Immortal Path.

Even though he himself did not like those cultivators on the Immortal Path, the Immortal Path remained one of the core Taoist Orthodoxy of the Human Race, an important cornerstone for the Human Race to resist the myriad races of All Heavens.

This kind of terrifying power that could sever the lifeline of the Immortal Path must not fall into the hands of Foreign Races, or indeed, into any faction that could potentially threaten the overall interests of the Human Race.

If Chu Zheng emerges and is willing to join the Martial Pavilion, that's good. If he is not willing to join the Martial Pavilion, but instead accepts an offer from some Ancient Clan...

Then...

A cold light flashed in Sun-Eroding Cry's eyes. He might need to take action ahead of time, before he grows or the secrets of the talismatic pattern he holds are fully unearthed, at any cost, to eliminate him completely.

For the Martial Pavilion, for the Human Race, some things must be done.

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Blood-red, reaching the sky, stained the entire starry sky.

Chu Zheng and Xue Qing within this tide were like two reefs locked tightly together amidst a violent tsunami, enduring one endless mad assault after another.

Chu Zheng could clearly feel the increasingly chaotic breath of Xue Qing behind him, and every tremor in her saber strikes conveyed undeniable weakness.

The recovery speed from her consumption of fierce beast blood and flesh could not keep up with the exhaustion brought by such high-intensity battling.

This couldn't go on.

A glint of fierceness flashed in Chu Zheng's eyes; he bit his tongue hard, forcibly gathered Yuan Qi, and with one hand started to meditate aggressively, absorbing the scattered essence around him.

A violent devouring force began to forcibly seize the purest Life Essence from the bodies of living creatures just fallen, even from those not yet completely dead on the battlefield.

Vast amounts of Life Essence, like rivers flowing into the sea, were forcibly absorbed by Chu Zheng, initially refined within him, purging most impurities, transforming into a relatively gentle yet exceedingly mighty torrent that surged into Xue Qing behind him.

This method, simple and brutal, was far faster and more direct than Xue Qing's own consumption and refinement.

Xue Qing's expression shifted slightly; the sudden surge of energy tore open her wounds, causing her to let out a muffled grunt.

The warm life force instantly rushed through her limbs and bones, frantically healing those ghastly wounds, replenishing nearly exhausted blood and Qi, slightly easing the fatigue from continuous combat.

She immediately understood what Chu Zheng was doing, not wasting the opportunity, and began channeling her cultivation technique with all her might, striving to efficiently absorb and refine this life force; only swift recovery could extricate them from this bloody quagmire.

With the backing of vast Life Essence, Xue Qing's recovery speed soared dramatically, her paper-white face quickly gaining a healthy flush, deeply visible wounds visibly writhing and healing, and her waning energy igniting fiercely again like a rekindled flame.

At the same time, Chu Zheng stepped forward, pushing his Dharma Phase to the limit, forcibly attracting the majority of the firepower, acting like the most solid shield, buying precious time for Xue Qing.

Golden light and blood light interwoven, Dharma Phase flickered constantly, Chu Zheng's body trembled violently repeatedly, blood continuously seeping out, but he managed, barely, to withstand it.

Xue Qing didn't waste a moment, striving to repair her own body.

In a blink, more than an hour passed...

When Xue Qing opened her eyes again, her tumultuous blood and Qi roared and spread like a tsunami, her battle saber erupting with a dazzling blood brilliance that tore the starry sky.

Chu Zheng's pressure abruptly lessened; the two exchanged glances, words unnecessary, simultaneously launching the fiercest breakout charge towards a direction, like two heated blades, piercing into the surging tide of enemies.

This brutal breakout battle continued for half a month.

Both were heavily wounded, nearly bled dry, yet to persevere through the siege of hundreds of thousands of peers at this point was exceptionally difficult.

Chu Zheng had lost count of how many living creatures he killed or how many layers of encirclement he broke through, only knew that the starry sky behind them was dyed dark red, littered with countless severed limbs and fragments of magic treasures.

The number of pursuers daring to follow dwindled increasingly.

Those cultivators, previously blinded by greed, after paying the bloody price, finally began to regain their sense.

When the last batch of stubborn pursuers, relying on their confidence in their own strength, were cleanly slain with the cooperation of the two, the star domain behind them temporarily returned to a state of deathly silence.

Ultimately, the two temporarily rested on a desolate Dead Star, devoid of any living presence, marked by ancient cracks.

Their conditions were pushed to the edge, urgently needing recovery.

Chu Zheng cast several layers of concealed warning Arrays, leaned against the stone wall, slowly relaxing his taut nerves, finally gaining a little respite.

On the Dead Star, there was no sound, only eternal coldness and deathly silence, and the weak light from distant Stars.

Chu Zheng glanced at the Identity Jade on his wrist, the numbers causing his gaze to shift slightly.

[Name: Zheng Chu]

[Points: 5,479,000]

[Current Ranking: 2]

Over five million points, accumulated through his relentless blood-drenched struggle, defeating countless formidable enemies.

However, even so, he was only ranked second.

Undoubtedly, the one ranking first could only be Xue Qing, the storm's center, the main target of the hunts, with the number of strong foes she defeated likely astronomical; her points probably broke through the ten million mark long ago.

Still, by now, these points had little significance.

Xue Qing leaned against the cold stone wall, closed her eyes, lashes still flecked with unwiped blood beads, as her boiling blood and Qi gradually settled and became silent.

After undergoing such extreme extraction and replenishment, her cultivation advanced another step, like a sword honed through trials, growing even colder.

In the deathly silence, only their barely perceptible breathing sounds remained.

After a long silence, Xue Qing suddenly spoke, her voice light, carrying a trace of unobtrusive hoarseness and apology:

"I'm sorry."

She still had her eyes shut, as if she dared not look at Chu Zheng's expression:

"I didn't mean to cause trouble for you."

The words were difficult for her to say, given her usual disposition, apologies were not easy to express.

She only intended to secretly protect him a bit, yet hadn't anticipated becoming the primary source of trouble herself, nearly dragging him into a realm of inexorable calamity.

Chu Zheng was slightly startled, turned his head to look at her blood-stained profile, shook his head:

"Between you and me, there is no need for such words."

Trouble? Since he chose to walk the cultivation path, trouble had been unending, just consider it trials accumulating.

Xue Qing remained silent for a moment, then slowly opened her eyes, her gaze turned to the distant void of darkness, asking a question pressing in her heart for long:

"In Lingbi City, you didn't wish to marry me. Now, why would you risk your life to save me?"

This question had puzzled her for so long, like a thorn embedded in her heart.

She didn't understand, if unwilling to accept, then why go to such lengths for her? Even at the cost of forming mortal enmity with numerous Ancient Clans.

Chu Zheng briefly paused, his gaze similarly drawn to the distant depths of the starry sky, seeming to see across the void, perceiving the River of Space-Time, where his mottled footprints lay.

After a moment, he finally spoke, his tone slightly heavy:

"I owe you a life."

He paused, added:

"I must repay."

In vague fragments of memory, whether Xue Qing or Song Lingxue, they seemed to have saved his life somewhere in the future.

Although the details were blurred, he remembered nonetheless.

Moreover, Xue Qing was not meant to perish here.