Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

After finishing these things, the Little Taoist finally seemed to notice there were others in the grand hall, lazily scanning over Chu Zheng, who stood tense as if facing a great enemy.

The Little Taoist's eyes seemed a bit confused, tilting his head to look at Chu Zheng twice, then, as if confirming something, he mumbled:

"You're here."

The tone was calm and natural, even carrying a hint of nasal sound as if just awakened from sleep.

Chu Zheng: "..."

He instinctively stepped back half a step again, secretly gathering the remaining Yuan Qi within him, his vigilance reaching its peak.

The Taoist's bizarre appearance and excessively familiar demeanor made Chu Zheng feel a chill creeping up from his spine.

Everything before his eyes was filled with an incomprehensible strangeness that made his scalp tingle.

The Little Taoist seemed completely unaware of Chu Zheng's wariness, or rather, didn't care at all.

He sluggishly propped himself up with the edge of the coffin, somewhat clumsily climbed out, stumbling a bit as he landed, seemingly not fully awake.

Standing on the ground, he stretched with a big yawn, his entire body's bones emitted a faint cracking sound.

After all this, the confusion and drowsiness in his eyes gradually dissipated, as if he had truly woken up.

He turned around, facing Chu Zheng directly, a hint of a smile yet not a smile appeared on his delicate face:

"You haven't seen me in this life."

The Little Taoist spoke, his voice a bit clearer: "I have no name, it was left in the last era, for the living creatures of this age, most of them call me..."

He paused, seeming to consider how to put it, pondered for a few breaths, then raised a hand to point to the dome:

"Master of Heavenly Fortune."

He thought for a moment, then added a more precise explanation:

"Which is, this very sky above us."

Buzz—

Upon hearing this, Chu Zheng was instantly dumbfounded, as if thunder had exploded in the deepest part of his Divine Soul.

His brain buzzed, blanked out, his pupils instantly dilated to the extreme, his eyes filled with unprecedented shock and confusion.

Heaven Burial Palace was the burial site of the Master of Heavenly Fortune, this he had long known.

He had also speculated that there might be a legacy or a remnant of the Master of Heavenly Fortune here.

But he had never thought that he could actually see with his own eyes this supreme being, who was said to have long since fallen, become one with eternity, and wielded the cosmic power of the universe.

Moreover... in such a manner.

A seemingly harmless, even a bit lazy, young Taoist who had crawled out of a coffin?!

The Master of Heavenly Fortune, is alive?!

Chu Zheng dared to conclude this, because the Little Taoist before him had the vital signs of a living person, definitely not a ghostly being like a Yin God.

After several breaths, Chu Zheng suddenly came back to his senses, forcibly suppressing the monstrous wave of emotions in his heart, his expression solemn, he bowed deeply to the young Taoist:

"Zheng Chu, meets the senior."

No matter how unbelievable the scene in front of him, whether this Taoist was real or not, to appear in the most central coffin of this Heaven Burial Palace, its existence had already surpassed his understanding.

Maintaining reverence couldn't be wrong.

At least now, he couldn't discern the depth of this Little Taoist before him.

The Little Taoist glanced at Chu Zheng, neither approving nor disapproving of his respectful salute, and spoke indifferently:

"Your name is Chu Zheng, you live in the Solar System, Earth, Jiangnan Province, Guangling City, Tiansheng Garden, Building 9, Unit 303. Your father, Chu Mingyuan, is a university archaeology professor, your mother, Zhou Wan, is in business. After graduating from university, you first joined an archaeological team, followed three projects, then switched careers, became a Cultural Relic Restorer, primarily responsible for bronzeware and paintings."

Hearing this, Chu Zheng's expression paused, his face dramatically changing.

Segments of memory, almost completely obscured by the years of this life and bizarre experiences, surged from the depths of his mind.

Memories of past lives that no one in this world could possibly know about, whether Song Lingxue or Xue Qing, he had never mentioned to them.

Yet, this was far from over.

The Little Taoist touched his chin, continuing with that plain tone:

"Hmm... you like being passive, commonly known as shy, forward-looking and indecisive in relationships, especially stubborn, obviously wanting something but not saying it, having to wait for the girl to take the initiative... prefers the woman on top..."

"Stop!"

Chu Zheng's face instantly turned pale, almost blurting out, raising his hand to stop the Little Taoist from continuing:

"That's enough... senior."

The voice carried a slight, barely perceptible tremor.

Regarding the identity of this Little Taoist before him, he no longer had any doubts.

To be able to so clearly glimpse fragments of memory from the deepest corners of his soul, including those unspeakable personality quirks, this was not something the Soul Searching Technique could accomplish.

Besides the Heavenly Dao itself, which oversees everything imperceptibly and sees through the river of fate, who else could it be?

Master of Heavenly Fortune.

As he gazed at the seemingly harmless young Taoist, the waves of shock in his heart were long unable to calm.

Is he really... the Heaven of this Great Universe?

"You don't need to call me senior, by age, you and I are of the same generation, both people of the previous era."

The Little Taoist shook his head slightly, sitting down on the ground, his hand supporting his chin:

"I know these things only because I brought you to this era."

As he spoke, he raised a hand, transmitting a strand of Primordial Qi, fully restoring Chu Zheng's injuries to their original state.

Chu Zheng's expression slightly tightened, slowly sitting down:

"You brought me here, for what purpose?"

He originally thought that transcending time and space to this point was merely a coincidence, but now it was evident that it wasn't.

"I want someone to help me clean up a mess."

The Little Taoist's face was serious: "I, on behalf of the Universe and substituting Yellow Springs, intended to grant all living beings eternal life, but the cycle of reincarnation was shattered by my own hands, causing irreparable calamity. Those who entered the Universe, their kin turned against them, their past and future became indistinguishable, blood relatives slaughtered each other, I deeply regret my overwhelming karmic guilt, wishing to recreate the realm of Yin and Yang, but an unexpected change arose, the three corpses rebelled against their master, my Soul fell into Chaos, unknown where it went, by the time I awoke, Heaven and Earth were set, the great situation was hard to alter."