Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel
Chapter 654 - 454: Initiator_2

"Then this time, will someone from the future assist Taiching?"

If so, this world may not repeat the outcome of the Ancient Times.

"If someone were to come from the future, we would have detected it long ago, so there won't be any."

Ji Zhouyin answered quickly, almost without hesitation, as if he already knew the answer.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly changed the topic:

"But in this era, someone might assist Taiching, but this is unrelated to us, we should just wait for the opportune moment and avoid unnecessary trouble."

"Opportune moment... You're willing to accept fate."

Heavenly Punishment let out a cold laugh, his voice suddenly rising, his eyes overflowing with a burning red glow: "I do not accept!"

"I don't want to wait for Taiching, nor do I want to wait for the elusive opportune moment. Without martial struggle, how can there be a chance of victory?"

Heavenly Punishment slightly clenched his fists, his tone growing darker: "Chu Zheng is in my hands now. If I could draw upon the Moonlight, I could use the Heavenly Fate to cut her down first, severing an arm of the Broken Immortal Alliance. My Martial Path might still have a chance to fight."

Ji Zhouyin remained seated, his gray robe utterly still, and his deep eyes quietly watched the slightly agitated Heavenly Punishment. His face showed no sign of emotion, but within the depths of his gaze, a very faint glimmer of pity flickered by.

Heavenly Punishment spoke no more, nor did he need to. He knew that every word he spoke, Ji Zhouyin heard, but none would be accepted.

Different paths mean no common cause.

He suddenly turned around, the heavy blood-colored Jade Armor whipping up a crimson gale.

The heavy doors of the hall silently slid open to both sides, revealing an endless vast starry sky. The cold starlight surged in an instant, reflected off the Jade Armor, refracting an eerie and cold blood glow.

Heavenly Punishment's figure paused slightly at the doorway, abruptly raising his right arm!

Buzz—

A flash of blood light appeared in his palm, and a silver-gray cage woven with the Space-time Law appeared out of nowhere.

Inside the cage, Chu Zheng raised his head calmly, gazing at the Heavenly Punishment, who seemed like a ghost or god, with no joy or anger in his eyes.

Heavenly Punishment lowered his eyes, wanting to find some reaction from Chu Zheng's gaze, doubt, fear, or even collapse.

But ultimately, he found nothing.

Chu Zheng's eyes not only showed no fear but seemed like a cold, smooth mirror, clearly reflecting the anger burning in his pupils at this moment.

Ant!

An uncontrollable murderous intent grew in Heavenly Punishment's eyes, toward this ant, as insignificant as dust, whose life and death were in his palm!

How dare he look at him with such eyes?!

"Good... very good indeed."

In an instant, Heavenly Punishment concealed the expression in his eyes, his demeanor returning to calmness:

"I want to see how long you can maintain that poise."

Heavenly Punishment waved his hand, and the cage woven with Space-time Law was hurled with colossal strength into the starry sky, shooting straight toward the top of the deep and boundless Star Dome.

Finally, the silver-gray cage stopped suspended across the Star River, the intertwined Space-time Law surging like waves through the entire Great Universe, stirring tidal forces, like a lighthouse shining suddenly in the long night, falling into the eyes of all in the Ancestral Realm.

This was no longer just a cage.

It was a signal, a glaring coordinate, the plainest provocation.

Heavenly Punishment casually summoned a Divine Martial Heavenly General to guard before the cage, his mouth cracking open, a smile not reaching his eyes:

"Three years from today, Chu Zheng will be executed."

He didn't intend to give Moonlight too much time.

On this day in three years, if the Divine Martial Heavenly General responsible for the execution didn't die, then it would be Chu Zheng who perished.

......

......

In the blink of an eye, over a year had passed.

Over the past year, the vanguard forces of the Martial Hall were still stationed at the fifth Immortal Pass, having not advanced a single step.

Buzz—

A Red Gold Order Arrow cut through the starry sky, tearing through the blood qi cloud above the front camp of the Martial Hall and stabbed heavily into the jade table of the main hall.

On the table, there were already over a dozen identical Order Arrows, each arrow's tail wrapped with the visible blood-red Martial Seal, and engraved with the characters "Quickly attack the Immortal Pass," scarlet as blood, carrying an undeniable weight that nearly cracked the table.

Behind the jade table, Song Lingxue stood with her hands behind her back, wearing Dark Gold Battle Armor, subconsciously rubbing her fingertips. The pile of Order Arrows on the jade table seemed like an invisible mountain, weighing heavily on her heart.

She knew nothing about Chu Zheng's current situation. Since that brief encounter on the battlefield, Chu Zheng seemed to have vanished from the world. The dozens of Communication Jade Talismans she secretly sent out were like stones thrown into a bottomless abyss, without even a ripple.

Anxiety coiled around like a cold venomous snake, silently winding up the spine.

"Ah Zheng..."

She lowered her eyes and murmured, her voice icy cold. She closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, they were filled with frost, sweeping across the boundless starry sky:

"Send the order!"

The clear, cold voice penetrated the tent:

"Entire army, strike camp, target — the Sixth Immortal Pass!"

This was already over a dozen consecutive order arrows. If she resisted further, it would be defiance on the battlefield, and she would surely be replaced, causing the situation to spiral out of control.

Being on the battlefield, she could at least control some basic directions.

......

......

The combat prowess of the Martial Hall's elite vanguard was simply unmatched by the remnants in the sixth line of defense of the Immortal Alliance.

Under the full-force assault of the Martial Hall's long-concealed vanguard, the sixth line of defense at the Immortal Pass was as fragile as decayed wood.

In just half a day, the immortal array's barrier, already breached once, crumbled again amid deafening roars and skyrocketing blood lights.

The remaining formation talismatic patterns flickered on the vast scorched earth, chaos reigning everywhere.

The cold starlight spilled over the shattered battlefield ruins, reflecting off the floating armor fragments, with congealed bloodstains and smoldering remnants of stars scattered beneath the starry sky.

Song Lingxue stood suspended at the center of this dead quiet star domain, her dark gold xuan armor pristine, reflecting a cold and hard divine radiance under the starlight.

Her gaze swept over the chaotic starry battlefield again and again, her divine sense like an invisible giant net, instantly covering every corner of the battlefield, not missing any lingering energy fluctuations or faint breath.

No!

Still nothing!

Chu Zheng's aura had vanished without a trace, leaving not a shred of evidence. The anxiety brought by that message jade talisman sinking like a stone into the sea now transformed into a heavy stone weighing on her heart, almost suffocating her.

In an instant, her gaze finally locked onto a distant, desperately fleeing figure like a hawk locking onto its prey.

Taiyi Hongfeng.

Information about him had been on her desk for a long time.

The former Immortal Gate Commander, his immortal body now half-shattered, was bathed in blood, with a face pale to the extreme.

He ought to know something, even if just a hint.

As this thought sparked like flint igniting a fuse in Song Lingxue's mind, she was already in motion.

Her figure disappeared instantly from the spot.

In the blink of an eye, centered on Taiyi Hongfeng, the surrounding starry sky seemed to be isolated by an invisible hand.

Within this isolated region, time seemed drained, gradually becoming thick and sluggish.

This isolated space-time had already become a prison.

At the same moment, Taiyi Hongfeng felt an irresistibly terrifying colossal strength suddenly descend upon him, instantly subduing him.

The next instant, a hand covered in dark gold xuan armor, entwined with blood light, reached out from the void, clutching his throat.

Taiyi Hongfeng's expression changed instantly, a short, muffled groan escaped his throat, his immortal power instantly suppressed, unable even to form a thought of struggle, only endless cold and suffocation remained.

Song Lingxue's figure appeared before him like a ghost, close at hand.

From the moment the thought arose to the isolation of space-time, to the capture, this instant's speed had surpassed Taiyi Hongfeng's reaction limit.

He couldn't even see how she had acted, didn't perceive any forewarning, already like a lamb waiting for slaughter, completely at her mercy, life and death.

Song Lingxue's fingers tightened slightly, wasting no time, she directly asked:

"Where is Chu Zheng now?"

"Chu Zheng?"

Taiyi Hongfeng's almost short-circuited thoughts instantly returned to clarity. He looked at the woman before him, a trace of coldness overflowed in his eyes, speaking in a chilling voice:

"Chu Immortal Monarch previously ventured alone to investigate the Martial Hall's frontline camp and has not returned, I think you should know better than I where he is."

In this situation of army confrontation, Chu Zheng was either dead or had defected to the Martial Hall, there was no third possibility.

"Has not returned..."

Song Lingxue was momentarily stunned, instantly reacting, turning to look at the starry sky barrier behind her.

Her calm gaze, under the blood-like starlight, sank deeper and deeper, bottomless.