Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

The Yun Family elders exchanged glances, their expressions growing increasingly grave and unsightly.

Regarding the Immortal Court matters, Yun Tianji was evidently aware long ago, yet kept it undisclosed within the clan with an airtight secrecy.

Undoubtedly, this newly emerged colossal entity did not regard the Yun Family as an ally, and might even harbor resentment.

Recalling that ancient ancestor within the clan, hanging on by a thread as their life force neared its end, once Heavenly Fate scattered...

Several elders couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat, as the Feng Family held one part of Heaven's Fortune, and Xu Daoyu, the newly advanced Ancient Ancestor, possessed half a part. Combined, they had one and a half parts.

Three Ancient Ancestor level combat forces were enough to overturn the current power structure of the Great Universe, overshadowing the Star Moon Ancient Clan!

Against such an existence, the Yun Family faced certain annihilation with no chance of survival.

Many keen-sensed, powerful beings already sniffed the oncoming storm looming in the air.

Clearly, a universe-sweeping tempest was foreshadowing itself before the Heaven Burial Palace at this very moment.

"Ha..."

A cold sneer abruptly broke through the dead silence.

The curtain of Stars was torn open with a fissure through which a towering figure strode forth, shrouded in gloomy blood light, exuding a vicious aura—none other than Sun-Eroding Cry.

His gaze, sharp as a knife, pinned on Xu Daoyu and Feng Qingyi, his expression cold and stern:

"In the end, you chose the same path as Xumi Sheng."

"It seems the earlier warning failed to convey the consequences to you."

Previously, his reason for killing Xumi Sheng was due to Xumi Sheng's intent to establish an Immortal Path estate and unify clans, which, for the current Human Race, two equally strong Taoist Orthodoxy was not a favorable scenario.

But now, Xu Daoyu treaded the same path as Xumi Sheng.

Xu Daoyu's handsome face remained unmoved as he replied faintly:

"With Cold Star's lifespan nearly over, you've made too many enemies. First, take care of yourself to avoid backlash."

Put simply, today's Martial Pavilion could only field two Ancient Ancestor level powers at best.

If Cold Star were to act, the half part of Heaven's Fortune on him was unpredictable as to who it might end up with.

When enemies meet, their eyes blaze with intense hatred.

As for Yun Tianji, standing silently aside, the moment Sun-Eroding Cry appeared, the tranquil aura around him was instantly replaced by surging hatred; his eyes slightly reddened, almost dripping blood.

He stared fixedly at Sun-Eroding Cry, his gaze etched into memory as if to imprint the other's form deep within his soul.

"Sun-Eroding Cry!"

Yun Tianji's voice trembled slightly, not out of fear but from bone-chilling hatred:

"One day, I will personally sever your head. Prepare yourself and wait patiently!"

The myriad living beings surrounding them shuddered at his words.

Many hidden powerful existences couldn't help but begin reassessing Yun Tianji.

In such a situation, to speak of wishing to kill a Martial Dao Ancient Ancestor was beyond what mere courage could describe.

Sun-Eroding Cry's demeanor remained unruffled, a faint contemptuous smile playing on his lips, not even lifting his eyelids toward Yun Tianji. Instead, he cast a deep glance at Xu Daoyu, spoke no more, turned, and vanished into the void, leaving only a stifling bloody afterimage behind.

This undercurrent-laden conflict left all present living beings with a nervous tremor, shaking in spirit, for a brief moment nearly believing an Ancestral Realm war was about to erupt.

And yet, faced with such a scenario, Sun-Eroding Cry chose to endure it, which undoubtedly surprised many.

Given his consistently domineering approach, such restraint was clearly out of character.

Buzz—

Amidst the deathly stillness, a massive portal beneath the starry sky suddenly rippled.

The ancient engravings on the palace gate flared brilliantly, their light flowing ever faster, as the deep darkness within the door began to churn violently, emanating a drawing force as though a gigantic beast had opened its throat.

The Heaven Burial Palace had fully opened, leaving no room for further deliberation.

"Depart!"

The leading experts from various ancient clans spoke almost simultaneously, their tones grave and urgent.

No matter the upheavals to come, all would have to wait until after their sojourn within the Heaven Burial Palace, as this pertained to the Heaven's Fortune of various clans, a paramount affair.

The prepared prodigies and geniuses of each clan hastily composed themselves, suppressing the recent shock they witnessed, transforming into divine rainbows surging toward that open colossal gate, their figures swallowed by the darkness in an instant.

Yun Tianji took a deep breath, turning his head, his gaze piercing through the thinning silhouettes surrounding him, finally settling on Chu Zheng. Bowing with solemnity, he began:

"The Heaven Burial Palace is unlike any other place, fraught with danger, opportunity born amidst calamity. Fellow Daoist, take great care."

Within his words, there lay an added layer of heartfelt concern.

Though they were not of the same path—nay, even adversarial in their trajectories—at this moment, a subtle resonance amongst abnormals lent his words additional weight.

Hearing this, Chu Zheng looked back, his countenance still serene, returning the gesture with steady composure:

"Brother Tianji, take care."

With those words, Chu Zheng turned, blending into the surge of figures heading toward the door of the Heaven Burial Palace.

Crossing the portal bathed in circulating light, a formidable spatial law fluctuation seized him like an invisible giant hand, distorting and elongating the surroundings, shattering them in an instant.

The auras of ancient clan creatures and that oppressive Heavenly Dome all returned to oblivion, vanishing without a trace.

A sensation of weightlessness followed by intense spatial tearing force came; if not for his sturdy physique, he would likely have been injured instantly. Chu Zheng propelled his internal Yuan Qi, safeguarding himself, as the bizarre colors before him swiftly raced by.

In haste, the scenery ahead abruptly froze.

He found himself within a silent, fragmented star ruin.

This place was not the Immortal Secret Realm or Ancient Cultivation Cave Mansion he had previously imagined, but rather an apocalyptic battlefield forgotten by time.