Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Beneath the starry dome, the Stars shimmered brilliantly, casting a dazzling glow.

The Sun-Eroding Cry glanced back, his gaze piercing the infinite void, landing on the Star Domain where the pathway to the Heaven Burial Palace was about to open.

His eyes were deep, seemingly reflecting the countless tombstones of fallen prodigies throughout the ages.

"You'd better advise Zheng Chu."

He spoke slowly, his voice calm, yet each word weighed like a thousand pounds:

"The Heaven Burial Palace, ultimately only has room for a hundred thousand to earn a spot and enter. The dangers within are far beyond comparison with this Space-Time Battlefield."

"There, it has long become a chaotic and forbidden zone, without the Order divisions and constraints of the Space-Time Battlefield. At any moment, one could encounter Perfect Eighth Order living creatures."

"With Zheng Chu's current cultivation, facing such beings, there's a high probability he would be casually slain, like crushing an ant underfoot."

The Sun-Eroding Cry shook his head slightly, his tone devoid of any emotion, merely stating facts. Then he changed the subject, speaking in a deep voice:

"Moreover, he's refused the solicitations of many Ancient Clans, effectively cutting himself off from most factions. Within the Heaven Burial Palace, he will surely become a target of many, eager to eliminate him swiftly. Countless open and hidden threats abound."

In the Sun-Eroding Cry's view, considering all these factors together, the likelihood of Chu Zheng emerging alive from the Heaven Burial Palace is infinitesimally small, nearing certain death.

"Thank you for the reminder, Martial Ancestor."

Xue Qing expressed gratitude, shaking her head slightly.

If Chu Zheng were someone who listened to advice, the two of them wouldn't have ended up in such an awkward situation.

Seeing Xue Qing still shaking her head, the Sun-Eroding Cry said no more. He had given the chance and spoke of the pros and cons. Life and death are fated.

The path is one's own choice, and thus one must bear all consequences.

He glanced at Xue Qing. Now, her aura was calm, her injuries fully healed, having gained much experience from those bloody battles, her cultivation had advanced.

After this grand event ends, Xue Qing's cultivation should experience a rapid growth period.

"The Martial Pavilion doesn't uphold the Son of Heaven concept practiced by many Ancient Clans."

The Sun-Eroding Cry spoke plainly, clarifying the rules within the Martial Pavilion: "The Cold Star Martial Ancestor's life is nearing its end, and that half of Heaven's Fortune must have an owner. If you wish to inherit it, it is not a certainty. You must step into the Space-Time Domain with your own strength before his time truly comes."

He gave Xue Qing a meaningful look, his tone a little more weighty:

"I suppose you have already noticed, within the Martial Pavilion, factions are rife, not a monolithic block. Your foundation is too shallow, and you've risen too quickly, blocking too many people's paths. Those who wish you dead are not few."

If Xue Qing had accepted him as a mentor, these troubles wouldn't exist.

But Xue Qing chose to refuse, and this news is no secret within the Martial Pavilion. The troubles for Xue Qing will only increase.

Xue Qing bowed her head in silence. She naturally understood that her current situation was already very dire.

"I will do my best to buy you time."

The Sun-Eroding Cry continued, explaining some arrangements: "The Space-time Law can hardly affect Ancestral Realm existences much, but I have managed to send the Cold Star Martial Ancestor into a Space-Time Secret Realm for recuperation. There, time flows differently from the outside, about ten times slower."

"But this is the limit. Calculating, the time left for your cultivation... is at most two thousand years."

Two thousand years!

For mortals, it's a long duration, but for Xue Qing, who needs to break through to the Space-Time Domain, this time is suffocatingly tight, almost hopeless.

"Xue Qing understands, thank you, Martial Ancestor."

Xue Qing took a deep breath, suppressing all emotions, her eyes calm as water, and respectfully acknowledged.

The Sun-Eroding Cry said no more. With a wave of his hand, the surrounding starry sky twisted and changed once again, and Xue Qing's figure became blurred and instantly vanished.

Having sent away Xue Qing, the Sun-Eroding Cry's expression remained unchanged, his aura rippling faintly.

He did not immediately turn his gaze entirely to the soon-to-be-opened Heaven Burial Palace but raised his hand again, gently slicing the void before him.

The sound of tearing—

Space split like silk, opening to reveal a deep passage. An invisible force of attraction emanated, and the next moment, a slightly bewildered figure appeared, under this strange starry sky.

It was that Martial Cultivator, Jun Huang, who had been battling on the edge of the battlefield and caught the Sun-Eroding Cry's attention.

Suddenly being forcibly pulled into a completely unfamiliar starry sky, Jun Huang's pupils shrank, his reaction instinctive. His blood surged like thunder under his ancient bronze skin, akin to a startled beast, his gaze warily fixated on the nearby figure sitting cross-legged, whose aura was as unfathomable as an abyss.

Although startled, he remained composed, suppressing his shock and speaking deeply, his voice possessing the unique clarity of youth, yet not lacking steadiness:

"What is the senior's intention in suddenly bringing the junior here?"

He couldn't ascertain the other party's specific cultivation level, but to relocate him from among countless cultivators silently and effortlessly, their strength was definitely beyond his imagination; whether this was fortune or calamity, he could not yet know.

The Sun-Eroding Cry observed the young man before him, and from this close distance, he further sensed the infinite potential and enormous vitality within him, like an unpolished jade. Those sharp eyes contained innate wildness, as well as a purity not yet fully worn away by the mundane world.

The more he looked, the more satisfied he became, and the calm, unruffled expression on his face softened slightly. He spoke slowly:

"My name is Sun-Eroding Cry, Master of the Martial Pavilion."