Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

This reincarnation and trial by ordeal lasted over thirty years, but within the Cangyun Realm, only three months had passed.

For a cultivator, it was almost as fleeting as a snap of the fingers.

The aura of the laws between heaven and earth, compared to before, became even smoother and more flawless. The Heavenly Dao True Spirit, which had been trapped, was gradually retaking control of the world before it.

Feeling the familiar flow of mana within his body, Chu Zheng felt a slight sense of detachment. His soul had strengthened substantially, the Dao Embryo within his middle dantian expanded further, already reaching its limit, and he was already able to attempt the Gold Core condensation.

However, at this moment, his thoughts were not focused on this matter. The words Zhao Tingxian had said to him earlier had a tremendous impact on him.

If according to Zhao Tingxian's words, his arrival in this world was not three years ago, as he had thought, but actually over twenty years earlier.

It was just that his prenatal intelligence had been sealed before this, and he had not yet awakened.

Regarding the sudden awakening, Chu Zheng could not help but think of the repair panel. After he awoke, the panel appeared alongside him, clearly not a coincidence.

Perhaps it was necessary for him to make a trip to the Tai Xu Holy Land. Zhao Tingxian had too many secrets. A thousand years ago, some had predicted that he would be reborn here and had made arrangements in advance, which inevitably made him a bit suspicious.

After a long while, Chu Zheng collected his thoughts and rose to leave the mountaintop.

During this period, he had devoted most of his energy to his incarnation, and the immense discrepancy in time required a few days to soothe his emotions.

As he circled around the Holy Land, he found that Geng Yiyang was not present, unaware of his whereabouts.

Ever since stepping into the Immortal Tribulation, Geng Yiyang's mindset had undergone a tremendous change. With a still mind prone to action, he often went out and seemed somewhat restless.

As the environment changed, becoming more suitable for cultivation, and with the example of Geng Yiyang before them, some of the Taixuan Elders who had previously given up had resumed their arduous cultivation, hoping to make further progress in their remaining years.

The minor matters of the Taixuan Holy Land were now basically in the hands of Fu Quanliang. All Taixuan disciples, whether from the Inner or Outer Sects, respected him as their senior brother.

Fu Quanliang seemed to quite enjoy this.

Now carrying the title of Holy Master, Chu Zheng was free from responsibilities. With Fu Quanliang handling everything, he hardly had to worry.

After circling around, Chu Zheng returned to his starting point.

Midway up the mountain, he met with Li Mingzhou and others. As the laws of heaven and earth changed, their paths of cultivation became much easier. They grew stronger with each passing day, gradually adapting to the environment.

With a shift in status, an inevitable distance had formed between Chu Zheng and Li Mingzhou, something that human effort could not change.

After staying for a short while, Chu Zheng took his leave and headed towards the mountaintop.

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In front of the palace, on the martial training ground, Song Lingxue sat cross-legged, as usual, practicing her techniques and studying Martial Dao Divine Abilities.

On normal days, Chu Zheng rarely saw her rest – it was as if a ferocious beast chased her, not daring to slack even for a moment. An invisible tension was always taut, making her even more stressed than him.

After the major environmental changes, her cultivation entered a terrifying period of explosive growth. She had now stepped into the seventh layer of the Yuan Aura Realm, approaching the Martial Path's Embracing Pill Realm ever closer. Her determination becoming more evident, her actual combat strength, compared to a regular Late Stage Entry Dao Realm cultivator, had no differences.

This was the true combat strength that the Martial Dao Yuan Aura Realm should possess, but under the distorted environment, being restricted for too long, it would inevitably require some time to recover.

Sensing Chu Zheng's aura, Song Lingxue slowly ended her practice. Her eyes glanced over, emitting a faint glimmer:

"When did you finish your retreat?"

"Just a short while ago."

Chu Zheng walked slowly onto the martial platform, lay down next to Song Lingxue, resting his head on her knees, and gently closed his eyes, a hint of weariness in his brow.

The myriad of secrets hanging over his head, the abundance of doubts, inevitably became a heavy burden, far from his previous carefree indulgence.

The familiar warmth at the back of his head made him involuntarily relax, exhaling softly, and he felt sleepy.

The smile in Song Lingxue's eyes faded slightly as she raised her hand to smooth Chu Zheng's slightly furrowed brow.

She did not know what Chu Zheng was worried about, but she did not ask because she was unable to offer him any help.

To ask now would only further recognize her own current powerlessness, serving no purpose.

Cangyun Realm was still the Immortal Alliance's Cangyun Realm. A temporary change in the Heavenly Dao could not last long, and the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects would still be held as scheduled. People from the Martial Hall would still arrive on time.

The time she could spend with Chu Zheng was perhaps not much longer.

Originally, she had thought she might rely on the people of the Martial Hall to take Chu Zheng and their family away, thus escaping the troubles of the Cangyun Realm.

But plans can never keep up with changes. Times have changed; Chu Zheng is now the Holy Master of Taixuan, standing above the masses, esteemed by the Immortal Alliance, transcending the mundane world.

Staying in Cangyun was obviously a better choice for Chu Zheng. Going to the Martial Hall would be equivalent to destroying his path.

What's more, the Martial Hall might not be any sort of paradise and could be even more dangerous.

As her thoughts drifted, Song Lingxue's fingertips gently traced Chu Zheng's brow, caressing his features. The warmth from her fingertips made her momentarily lose focus.

The breeze passed by, rustling the young man's long hair. His face, deep in sleep, bathed in the gentle light of the early sun, showed a rare sense of tranquility and gentleness.

Instinctively, Song Lingxue raised her hand to cover the youth's eyes, blocking the falling sunlight, as if wanting to hold on to this brief moment of peace.