Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel
Chapter 656 - 455: Taking Up the Blade (Part 2)

Even for his disciple Yan Feng, he had long forgotten the visage and demeanor of his master.

Facing the lapse and questioning from the Martial Ancestor, Song Lingxue's expression remained frightfully calm. She slowly lifted her eyelids, and in those deep eyes, it seemed as though ancient Star Rivers and endless ages were reflected, with no evasion, only an indifference that saw through everything and... a sense of natural rightness.

Her voice was not loud, but the words she uttered shattered all of Ji Zhouyin's hopes and doubts one by one:

"It was originally mine."

Ji Zhouyin's body slightly swayed, his face almost lost control, leaving only extreme shock.

His expression changed violently, his eyes filled with waves of shock and disbelief.

Inside the hall, a deathly silence fell, as if time and space had frozen.

After a long silence, the emotions surging in Ji Zhouyin's eyes gradually calmed down. He gave Song Lingxue a deep look, his eyes filled with emotions too complex to describe.

In the end, he asked nothing more, just slowly raised his finger, gently drawing a line in the void before him.

Swoosh—

A fissure in the void silently unfolded before him, and within the fissure, instead of chaotic turbulence, was a realm of Chaos that seemed to bury time and space.

Ji Zhouyin extended his hand into that Chaos, moving slowly and hesitantly. After a moment, he slowly withdrew his hand.

A mutton fat Jade Box floated in the air above his palm, its entire surface lustrous and flawless, without any decoration. The box shimmered with a rainbow glow, akin to Immortal Qi from the Ninth Heaven, casting a hazy aura on his fingers.

This was not a Martial object but an Immortal Treasure, filled with waves of principles contrary to the Martial Path.

Ji Zhouyin's fingertips moved slightly, and the Jade Box opened silently.

In an instant, heaven and earth changed color, a malevolent aura soared into the sky as if an Ancient Evil Spirit lurking in the primordial times suddenly opened its eyes, causing the Space-time Law to stagnate.

Inside the Jade Box lay a battle saber.

The saber was over four feet long, its design ancient. The blade was not a sharp straight edge but curved with a menacing arc, the body narrow and seemingly forged from solidified blood. The hilt was pitch black, neither metal nor wood, wrapped with unknown dark red beast tendons, long soaked in blood.

Near the sword guard of the blade, two ancient inscriptions could be vaguely seen, twisted like dragons and snakes, exuding supreme majesty and sinister aura, reading "Emperor Palace".

These words were not carved on but branded on this fierce weapon, using living creatures' souls as ink and shattered flesh and bone as a seal.

Emperor Palace!

Passed down from the Primordial Era, this Ancestor Weapon slumbered deep within the Martial Hall for years without meeting its master, now finally seeing the light of day again.

Bang—

The moment the Jade Box opened, Emperor Palace seemed to sense something, its blade suddenly gleaming brightly, like a sleeping heart forcibly awakened, with a pulsation.

An unprecedented resonance that traversed the endless river of time, accompanied this pulsation, distinctly penetrating the isolation of the Jade Box, resounding throughout the ancient purple-black Stone Hall.

Ji Zhouyin clearly felt that this intense pulsation of Emperor Palace created a mysterious resonance with Song Lingxue.

Upon sensing the fluctuation, the last bit of doubt in Ji Zhouyin's heart vanished.

This Ancestor Weapon, sealed since Ancient Times, had finally awaited its rightful master.

The Jade Box floated before him like an offering altar.

Song Lingxue stepped forward, extending her hand slowly. Her fingers were long and well-defined, glinting with a cold jade-like sheen under the dim light. She ignored the blood flames and scarlet halo rising on Emperor Palace's blade, directly reaching for the hilt.

Buzz—

As her fingertips touched the hilt, Emperor Palace emitted a low hum, like the satisfied shiver of blood kin connection. The blood flames on the blade abruptly retracted, like a fierce beast humbly bowing, and the blade's trembling frequency began to synchronize slowly with Song Lingxue's heartbeat.

On her forehead, a point of dazzling light impossible to gaze upon suddenly lit up, a brand resembling a lotus seed cast in ancient bronze, glowing with a bloody light.

A seed woven from the purest Origin Martial Dao Principles began a transformation on Song Lingxue's forehead, gradually turning into an ancient Talismatic Pattern, as if a slumbering resplendent sun was fully awakened, shining brilliantly.

Her entire aura underwent an earth-shattering transformation at this moment, as if shedding an invisible layer of dust, revealing a Dao charm that was more ancient and deep, closer to the cosmic origin.

"What do you intend to do?"

Ji Zhouyin stared at Song Lingxue's forehead, where her Dao Seed glowed brilliantly, his eyes carrying a hint of solemnity.

He looked at the black-clad figure who stood with a saber, whose aura was already vastly different, and glanced at the Ancient Evil Weapon that had become submissive in her hand, a slight uneasiness rising in his heart.

Song Lingxue slowly lifted her gaze, resting it on Ji Zhouyin, as calm as if she were looking at a stubborn stone by the roadside.

The Emperor Palace turned lightly in her hand, the dark red blade slicing through the solidified void, leaving behind a long-lasting pitch-black crack. Her tone was indifferent without a trace of earthly smoke, yet carried a kind of unwavering certainty:

"Take Chu Zheng away."

Ji Zhouyin's pupils constricted, indeed, it was for Chu Zheng. He spoke gravely to persuade: "Even with the Emperor Palace, you cannot do it; no matter how strong your past life was, if you do not enter the Ancestor realm in this life, it is ultimately empty talk."

"In this world, no one is willing to protect him anymore. Now, he has only me."

Song Lingxue's eyes pierced through the hall's rooftop, remotely locking onto the silver-grey space-time cage atop the Star Dome, her indifferent voice carrying a hint of coldness:

"Originally, it was indeed impossible, but now it can be tried."

In this era, defying the Ancestors was indeed an impossible task, but in the future, it would not be impossible.

Having absorbed the Future Technique and refined the Dao Seed of her past life, her understanding of the Martial Path had advanced further, truly touching the edge of the Master of Heavenly Fortune realm.

In this era, solely on the Martial Path, she was already supreme and peerless.

"I... cannot help you."

Ji Zhouyin's face was heavy, his gaze complex as it swept over the Emperor Palace in Song Lingxue's hand:

"Fu Pinglan has entered the Half-demon, and Heavenly Punishment has also taken risks. This situation is already a deadlock, moving one piece affects everything, the Martial Hall... cannot be overturned for one person."

He paused before saying the next sentence:

"At most... I can only remain neutral."

This was the limit of what he could do, staying out of the matter, neither aiding Heavenly Punishment nor obstructing Song Lingxue.

Hearing this, Song Lingxue's lips lightly curled, as if a very faint mockery came:

"Heh."

She turned away, not even sparing Ji Zhouyin another glance, her wrist holding the Emperor Palace steady as a rock:

"I never needed your help anyway, in this era, he and I have no old friends, only endless great enemies, including you."

Boom!

As her words fell, the purple-black hall beneath her was shattered violently, smoke and debris, the broken Law Runes mixed with the murderous blood glow remaining from the Emperor Palace, soared into the sky!

In the dust symbolizing the complete collapse of the Martial Hall's core forbidden ground, Song Lingxue's figure transformed into a blood red lightning that tore through chaos, heading straight for the top of the Star Dome, the heavens beyond heavens, trapped under the Space-time Law!

The Emperor Palace tightly clutched in her hand roared violently, its sound reverberating throughout the Great Universe, piercing the boundless Star Sea, the blade dark red like congealed blood, the fierce patterns gleaming like flowing gold.

In a flash, it seemed as if billions of stars were ignited on the blade, the thick bloody flames thoroughly spewed out, like a river of blood from the deepest part of the ancient hell, wrapping around the blade, enveloping her arm. She seemed like a god of demons birthed from a sea of blood, wielding the power to annihilate the world, mightily descending!

The true essence of the future Martial Path is nothing but eight words, burn life as fuel, brilliance in an instant.

At the moment when the Emperor Palace's fierce flames reached their peak, she held nothing back, her gaze fixed on the cage, her cascade of black hair starting from the root, inch by inch dyed in frost, its whiteness beyond ordinary twilight, as biting as millennia-old icy chill, insidiously piercing the Life Origin.

Frost color spread through the ink-black hair, swift as lightning, like the torch of time, consuming her lifespan, blazing rapidly.

Eternal time transforms into fuel, a fleeting moment of brilliance and sharpness!