Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

The giant palm shrouded in dazzling golden light swept through the void, instantly enveloping three True Immortals beneath it.

The expressions on the faces of the three rapidly approaching True Immortals froze in an instant, extreme horror flashing through their eyes.

The immortal power flowing turbulently within their bodies suddenly became stagnant and obscure, and even began to collapse and disintegrate, unable to take form whatsoever.

The Divine Skills of the Immortal Treasures connected to their minds were akin to candles flickering in the wind, their Immortality Dao Runes breaking inch by inch, unable to be repaired any longer.

In a split second, the three True Immortals were seized with panic, trying to withdraw, only to find that the space around them seemed to be confined by an invisible force field, making their movements exceptionally slow.

At this moment, Chu Zheng moved again, his movements simple and rough, not deploying any Divine Secret Skills. He simply made a cutting motion with his fingers like a knife, across the void in front of him.

Sss——

An exceedingly sharp dark-golden line extended from his fingertips, crossing a million miles of starlight silently, brushing past the waists of the three True Immortals.

Time seemed to pause for a moment.

The next moment, the three True Immortals, along with their shining Immortal Armors, were simultaneously severed in two, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

Immortal Blood spurted out, dyeing a patch of stars red, and their Divine Souls within didn't even have time to escape, as they were instantly obliterated in the corrosion of the Power of Breaking, dissipating into the stars.

As the law-breaking rune became more refined, Immortal Path Cultivators of the same level had no power to resist in front of Chu Zheng.

The various living creatures who had been vying for that piece of Immortal Gold had long since stopped, witnessing this horrific scene, cold sweat pouring down their backs. They instinctively backed away, dropped the Immortal Gold, and turned to flee, without the slightest courage to make a move.

Chu Zheng slowly withdrew his hand, his brow slightly moving.

At the moment the three True Immortals met their end in the Yellow Springs, he could clearly feel a wisp of extremely subtle Heavenly Fate quietly merging into his body.

At the same time, a fragment of memory that had been locked away subtly emerged like an iceberg surfacing from the deep sea.

This is... Heavenly Fate.

Chu Zheng's eyes flickered slightly, once again feeling an emotion he hadn't experienced in a long time.

"So this is... Heaven's Mandate."

Chu Zheng slowly lowered his head, opening his palm, his eyes falling on the palm as if to discern the intangible and formless Heavenly Fate that had already blended into him.

This is the root of the Luck Stealing Skill.

Slaughter, plunder, and ultimately replace.

Chu Zheng cast a glance at the empty starry sky and moved forward slowly.

In this trip to the Heaven Burial Palace, he must obtain a portion of the Heavenly Fate; otherwise, the future will be very difficult.

Apart from entering the ancestral grounds, Qi Cultivators also need Heavenly Fate as protection, as it somewhat dissipates the invisible Tribulation Qi.

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The starry sky was deathly silent, like a giant curtain splashed with black ink, with only distant scattered shattered Stars and slowly rotating meteor belts glimmering with dim light.

The void was filled with eternal coldness and solitude, and the space turbulence in this place gradually slowed down.

A grey-brown Meteor, no more than a hundred miles in size, floated silently like a rootless duckweed at the edge of this desolate Star Domain.

Its surface was covered with impact craters and cracks, looking no different from countless similar ones around it.

Inside this Meteor, in a cramped cave forcefully opened, a blood-stained figure was curled up.

Yun Tianji was curled up, his heart pounding like a drum, and his condition at this moment was dreadful to the extreme. His Immortal Robe was already soaked with blood, tightly stuck to his body, with multiple wounds down to the bone.

Among them, the most serious was a nearly piercing sword wound on his right chest, the surroundings of the wound still lingering with eerie azure immortal power, continuously eroding his vitality, preventing the wound from healing.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips cracked, a sheen of cold sweat on his forehead, gasping with every breath, every breath pulling at his injuries, bringing waves of tearing pain.

Yun Family!

His eyes burned with suppressed rage and hatred.

Not long ago, he was beset by several Yun clansmen.

Among those were so-called clan brothers he once knew, striking viciously and mercilessly, every move aiming at his vitals, clearly under an absolute secret order from the clan's high echelons.

"Yun Tianji, you betrayed the clan, ignoring blood ties, consorting with outsiders, and must be executed!"

"Today we will clean the house!"

The words brimming with a chilling intent to kill still echoed in his ears.

Regarding the Yun Family's intentions, Yun Tianji knew all too well; within this Heaven Burial Palace, the Tianji was chaotic, all forms of Inference Skills were greatly weakened or entirely cut off, making this an ideal place to silence and erase evidence.

Even if the Immortal Court pursued the matter afterward, they would surely find no conclusive evidence pointing to the Yun Family.

Evidently, his open defection from the Yun Clan to join the Immortal Court had completely enraged the clan elders, pushing them to all lengths to entirely obliterate this stain, preventing any changes in the future.

Yun Tianji's expression was icy, his thoughts surging.

Now his situation was perilous; between him and the Yun clansmen, there was ultimately a familial bond and a weak sense of connection from their blood.

Although this sense was greatly weakened across the vastness of the starry sky, it hadn't entirely disappeared.

This made him like a firefly in the dark, unable to hide completely, potentially being tracked down by relatives through that subtle connection wherever he fled.