Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel
Chapter 661 - 458: Favor, Cutting Me to Take Fortune

Above the light bridge projected by the Holy Spirit Plate, a gentle jade brilliance flowed, the figure condensed from pure Martial Path laws was pristine, unmistakably the previous generation Martial Ancestor who had long fallen!

However, Fu Pinglan's gaze, after a brief intense fluctuation upon first sight, quickly calmed down, like a dead lake after a stone is thrown in—a deeper silence after the ripples. He instantly saw through the essence of the Yan Feng before him.

This was not the returning Martial Ancestor, but merely a time-space imprint reliant on the Holy Spirit Plate's power, sealed by Yan Feng himself long ago.

This projection, carrying some of Yan Feng's intentions, did not possess even a trace of Ancestral Realm's great might. Its combat power level couldn't even match an ordinary Martial Emperor.

Yan Feng did not look at Fu Pinglan first; he turned his gaze toward Song Lingxue and Chu Zheng below.

Looking at the Emperor Palace beside Song Lingxue, Yan Feng's expression was momentarily dazed, and when his gaze landed on Song Lingxue, there was a touch of sorrow in his eyes.

Upon seeing Chu Zheng, his gaze became extremely complex, with astonishment, resentment, and deep regret.

A few breaths later, his gaze slightly darkened, penetrating the brilliance of the Holy Spirit Plate, and landed on Fu Pinglan, his voice carrying an irrefutable sternness:

"Stop."

The voice echoed beneath the starry sky, but Fu Pinglan's expression did not move at all.

If it were truly Yan Feng himself, as the Martial Ancestor, he would naturally obey, but what was before him was merely an illusory projection.

The killing intent briefly suppressed by Yan Feng's appearance surged back instantly, even more violently.

The light bridge of the Holy Spirit Plate was trembling intensely. The process of forcibly connecting two realms via the Boundary Wheel still needed time.

He could not give Chu Zheng a chance to escape, nor would he let a mere projection delay his step.

He raised his right arm again, ignoring the Martial Ancestor's projection, and was about to strike.

Buzz—

The void beside Fu Pinglan stirred slightly, and a figure appeared silently, stepping into this near-broken, killing-intent-congealed chaotic battlefield.

The newcomer, over thirty, was tall and majestic, draped in an ancient-styled dark gold battle armor covered with numerous intricate and mysterious astral patterns.

His gaze contained the creation and destruction of star seas. Upon appearing, he glanced over the near-death Song Lingxue and the burning source of Chu Zheng, over the killing-intent-boiling Fu Pinglan, finally landing on the celestial road constructed by the Holy Spirit Plate and the projection of the former Martial Ancestor Yan Feng.

"Disciple Wan Wenfeng, pays respect to the Martial Ancestor!"

He didn't hesitate in the slightest, cupping his fists and bowing deeply in the void to the illusory projection.

Wan Wenfeng!

This name exploded like a thunderbolt in Chu Zheng's mind.

He suddenly looked up, activating his Spiritual Eye, and upon seeing the fragmented information coming from Wan Wenfeng, his expression stiffened instantly. Without any delay, he sent a telepathic message:

"The Sun-Eroding Cry is still alive! I know its whereabouts. Help me today, and I will repay this favor in the future!"

Wan Wenfeng was a descendant of the Erosion Sun Lineage, so the news of the Sun-Eroding Cry might be useful to him.

Also, based on Wan Wenfeng's earlier attitude, he probably didn't consider Chu Zheng's death imperative like Fu Pinglan did.

The radiance of the Holy Spirit Plate flowed in front, Yan Feng's projection stared silently, while Fu Pinglan's killing intent was like a doomsaying volcano about to erupt.

Chu Zheng's mind was utterly clear; Yan Feng's projection could not stop Fu Pinglan.

Wan Wenfeng was almost his and Song Lingxue's only lifeline. He had to seize this fleeting opportunity.

After receiving Chu Zheng's telepathic message, Wan Wenfeng's gaze swept over the Star Dome, looking at the Holy Spirit Plate constructing the passage between realms, his eyes deep as the abyss.

'I beg you... save him.'

Song Lingxue's weak telepathic message echoed faintly in his mind.

Wan Wenfeng took a deep breath, seemingly weighing countless cause-effects in an instant. Finally, a sliver of determination flickered deep in his eyes.

He slowly stepped forward; the star-cloud patterns on the dark gold battle armor circulated silently, with blood and aura gradually rising. He no longer looked at Chu Zheng, nor the Holy Spirit Plate, standing like an unpassable Divine Peak before Fu Pinglan, who was filled with killing intent.

"Wan Wenfeng!"

Fu Pinglan's expression changed for the first time, instantly becoming almost hideous from extreme rage as pure killing intent exploded completely.

"Are you courting death?!"

The hoarse roar caused the surrounding stagnant void to begin silently disintegrating.

Faced with Fu Pinglan's wrathful killing intent that would terrify the Myriad Heavens and Realms, Wan Wenfeng's expression remained calm and steady.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud but clearly and powerfully resonating in the shattered space-time:

"What you are about to do offends the previous Martial Ancestor."

He glanced at Yan Feng's projection and said solemnly:

"The Martial Ancestor commanded you to stop, and I stop you... why should it be wrong?"

This calm sentence was like a heavy hammer, striking Fu Pinglan's spirits.

Wan Wenfeng was not intervening for Chu Zheng but upholding the previous Martial Ancestor's will, and even if the Martial Ancestor was protecting Chu Zheng, this reason was upright and unassailable.

After he spoke, Wan Wenfeng quietly stood in front of Fu Pinglan, his aura deep as the sea, unmoving like a mountain.

He did not speak further, but his stance said it all.

This path is blocked.

"Do you dare stop me?!"

Fu Pinglan was thoroughly enraged, the last bit of reverence for the Martial Ancestor Yan Feng shattered in an instant. His angry roar hadn't yet faded in the broken void when he already struck relentlessly.

His hand, faintly covered in scale armor, reached out for Wan Wenfeng standing before him, Space-time Law surging wildly, shattering the Endless Star Domain.