Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

The Feng True Immortal took back the Immortal Tower, the Immortal Treasure transformed into a stream of light and slipped into his sleeve. He stood in the air, his green robe gently swaying, his eyebrows slightly furrowing as he gazed at the void where Chu Zheng had disappeared, a hint of puzzlement and gravity flickering in his eyes.

"Suppressing like this, yet he still found a slim chance to escape. Could he truly be protected by great Qi Fortune?"

He muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the deathly silent starry sky.

Born of ancient clan heritage, he had long comprehended the countless causes and effects of the world, with true coincidences being extremely rare.

Especially in places like the Heaven Burial Palace where Qi Fortune intertwined with karmic threads, any event that seemed accidental may be tied to deeper trajectories of fate.

Such a perfectly timed, random Teleportation Gate appearing at the last moment when I was about to succeed, most likely suggests that this anomaly was not meant to end. The fortune he bears forced open a path due to the rules of the Heaven Burial Palace.

"Zheng Chu..."

The Feng True Immortal silently recited the name, his gaze growing deeper: "If this person is truly favored by Heavenly Fate and gains fortune within the Heaven Burial Palace, then when he grows strong in the future..."

For the current Immortal Path, a powerful being who holds the immortal-banishing rune would absolutely pose a tremendous problem.

In his heart, he couldn't help but feel a foreboding sense of unease. Not capturing him completely today might prove to be a case of letting the tiger return to the mountain, promising significant upheaval in the future.

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A familiar sensation of spinning and dizziness; the Space Law violently tore through, and all chaos abruptly settled.

Chu Zheng landed heavily, staggering a few steps before barely standing firm, a sweetness in his throat, which he forced back down.

He immediately harnessed Yuan Qi for protection, vigilantly scanning the surroundings, prepared for a life-or-death struggle at any moment.

Given prior experience, negativity was unavoidable.

However, expected dangers did not manifest, revealing a desolate and empty palace before him.

The palace was extremely ancient, its ceiling looming high, submerged in darkness, with no end in sight.

The surrounding walls were forged of a dark and somber Divine Gold, adorned with ancient murals long since blurred, depicting incomprehensible scenes:

The birth and extinction of stars, the battles of giant gods, and the rituals of myriad clans...

Time had left its deep marks here; many areas were already dilapidated, with gigantic stone columns fractured and toppled, the floor blanketed in thick dust, exuding an archaic, sealed aura of desolation.

The air was cold, laced with a subtle fragrance akin to sandalwood. Inhaling it unexpectedly eased his tumultuous blood flow and injuries slightly.

The hall was deserted, with no trace of life, so deathly still it disconcerted him.

Only in the center of the palace was an object placed.

It was an enormous coffin.

The coffin was entirely dark gold, neither stone nor metal, resembling warm jade. Its surface was smooth as a mirror, yet it reflected no images, only an unfathomable darkness.

It lay calmly there, as if it had existed since the dawn of the universe, the absolute core of the entire hall, and even this eerie space.

Chu Zheng's mind sank slightly, without relaxing for a moment, employing extreme caution, as abnormal events surely harbor concealed threats. In this bizarre Heaven Burial Palace, seemingly peaceful places could harbor tremendous horrors.

He slowly moved his footsteps, painstakingly enduring his injuries and the swelling sense of weakness, cautiously circling the hall's perimeter, meticulously scrutinizing every inch of the walls, attempting to discover an exit mechanism or hidden clue.

Yet after a full round, he found nothing.

This hall was a seamless entity; apart from the area where he had appeared having remaining spatial fluctuations, there was no trace of any doorway, as if it were a fully enclosed deathtrap.

Ultimately, his gaze had no choice but to return to the center of the hall, onto the massive dark gold coffin.

It seemed all answers, or at least the sole variable, lay within the coffin.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly walked toward the coffin.

The closer he got, the more he felt the invisible pressure emanating from the coffin, ancient and vast, carrying a soul-terrifying majesty.

His heavy footsteps sounded exceptionally grating in this absolutely silent environment.

As Chu Zheng approached within a few feet of the coffin, preparing to test it.

Buzz!

A faint vibration suddenly came from the coffin's interior.

Chu Zheng instantly retreated dozens of feet, his Dharma Phase recondensed, dark gold talisman patterns flowing, fixating on the coffin.

In the next moment, with a harsh grinding sound, the seemingly seamless heavy coffin lid slowly slid open a crack.

Shortly, a slender hand, fair and distinct in its joints, emerged from within, casually resting on the coffin's edge.

Then, a figure sprang up from the coffin!

Despite his iron resolve, his mind was jump-scared by this eerie scene, his pupils shrinking slightly.

There's someone alive in the coffin?!

The one sitting up was a young Taoist, appearing no more than fifteen or sixteen, with fair skin and delicate features, his hair loosely tied into a Taoist bun, pierced by a simple wooden hairpin.

He wore a slightly oversized green Taoist robe, its material appearing quite ordinary, even a bit worn.

Chu Zheng steadied his mind and slightly tightened his expression. The young Taoist before him seemed to have just woken up.

He raised his hand, rubbing his slightly sleepy eyes, then let out a big yawn, with crystal-clear eyes.