Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

In the blink of an eye, several days had passed.

Chu Zheng stepped into a cold star domain, where numerous glacial fragments floated amid the extreme cold of the starry sky.

He wandered slowly in the deathly silent starry sky, casually surveying his surroundings.

Suddenly, from behind some massive dark blue glaciers, several streaks of light shot out abruptly, appearing to be cultivators exploring the area. Their cultivation auras varied in strength, but the strongest was only a Four Tribulations True Immortal.

Upon sensing Chu Zheng's undisguised presence and the dozen or so dazzling and eye-catching Ancient Clan Blood Seals, those streaks of light immediately panicked like startled rabbits, frightened out of their wits. They hurriedly concealed their auras and hid behind the largest glacier, not daring to breathe loudly.

The True Immortals backed against each other, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads and spines, their hearts having stopped, praying that they would not be detected by Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng had long taken in all of their actions. His gaze swept indifferently over the massive glacier, his expression as calm as an ancient well, not directly pulling out the individuals to crush them. Instead, he deliberately slowed his pace, leisurely passing in front of the glacier, gradually moving away.

Casting a long line is the way to catch a big fish.

These small fish were useless to kill. Keeping them to return and report would attract truly valuable living creatures.

Not until Chu Zheng's figure completely disappeared into the depths of the starry sky did those True Immortals behind the glacier let out a breath of relief, their backs soaked in cold sweat, their faces filled with lingering fear.

"What a terrifying aura, there's no doubt that was Zheng Chu!"

"His cultivation seems to have grown exponentially stronger than described in the rumors. Just a casual glance from him made me feel like I was about to die!"

"No wonder Brother Zimo had issued a strict order: once Zheng Chu is spotted, we must report immediately and never act on our own or engage with him..."

"We are absolutely no match for him in a single confrontation. Quickly, let's return and report this to Brother Zimo!"

The True Immortals didn't dare delay in the slightest, slipping out of hiding like startled birds, and headed back in the fastest possible way.

They raced, crossing several broken star domains, and finally, cautiously entered a fairly well-preserved Great Realm, floating in the starry sky.

Within the Great Realm, the Heaven and Earth Laws were relatively stable, and the spiritual energy was much richer. Hundreds of powerful True Immortal auras were spread throughout, responding to one another, orderly and harmonious, all dressed in the unique cloud-patterned garments of the Feng Family.

Here, it had apparently become an important base for the Feng Family in the Heaven Burial Palace.

The reporting True Immortals proceeded unimpeded, heading straight for the most central area of the Broken Realm.

There, stood a majestic and ancient stone hall.

The stone hall was entirely forged from a dark green Star Divine Gold, its surface covered with ancient murals worn by ages, depicting images of many ancient deities.

Around the hall, a powerful, invisible Immortal Array guarded, emanating a heart-palpitating wave.

Upon entering the hall, the internal space was much larger than what could be seen from outside, with worlds contained within.

Dozens of figures sat cross-legged on the jade platforms within the hall, each with an aura as deep as the sea, surrounded by laws and imbued with Immortal Light. Without exception, they had all at least reached the terrifying Nine Tribulations Level.

They were the true core and foundation of the Feng Family's entry into the Heaven Burial Palace this time.

In the center of the hall, a figure sat quietly cross-legged.

It was a young woman in her early twenties, dressed in a spotless white robe, her garments fluttering without wind, as if a cool breeze constantly accompanied her.

Her appearance was stunningly beautiful, her brows like distant mountains veiled in ink, her eyes resembling rippling autumn waters, her nose straight, her lips a pale cherry hue, together forming a visage not befitting a mundane person, her entire presence exuding a coldness and aloofness that kept people at a distance, like a solitary moon high in the sky, inspiring awe and deterrence.

She was the Half-step Emperor of the Feng Family's entry into the Heaven Burial Palace, bearing a portion of the Feng Family's Heavenly Fate, Feng Tingyun.

Before her, in mid-air, hovered a massive curtain of light, covered with countless complicated lines and points of light, a vast star map encompassing the known regions of the Heaven Burial Palace.

This was a secret map, drawn by the blood and sacrifice of the Feng Family over generations, and each of the Ten Great Ancient Clans possessed something similar, cherished as treasures.

Feng Tingyun's eyes drooped slightly, her flawless face serene, save for her long, jade-like fingers occasionally lifting, an ethereal breeze swirling at her fingertips, gently pointing towards a certain area on the light curtain.

Each time she pointed, a fine point of light marked a coordinate in that area.

And each time she pointed out a coordinate with her open eyes, one or several True Immortals within the hall would rise silently, bow slightly in her direction, then instantly turn into streaks of light and exit the hall, rushing towards the coordinate pointed out.

She was using her connection to the Heavenly Fate and her acute sensing of fate's subtle agglomerations to perceive places within the Heaven Burial Palace where fortunes were converging, potentially nurturing great opportunities.

This was the foundation of the Ancient Clans, far superior to the random inbound living creatures.

After entering the hall, the report-bearing True Immortals respectfully bowed to Feng Tingyun at the center before quickly moving towards a young man meditating with closed eyes to the side.

The young man, dressed in a simple blue robe, with handsome features and an ethereal demeanor, opened his eyes upon sensing their approach.