Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel
Chapter 662 - 458: Favor, Cutting Me to Take Fortune (Part 2)

In the face of a blow powerful enough to overturn the universe, Wan Wenfeng's eyes flashed with a trace of solemnity. He did not confront it head-on but turned and tore open space and time, creating a breach.

The battle armor on his body was adorned with slowly flowing starry sky patterns, which suddenly burst into dazzling starlight. Countless trajectories of stars seemed to come alive, causing the most primordial resonance of this space-time.

A vast and boundless river phantom surged from behind him in an instant, its torrents rolling, carrying the vicissitudes of eternity. Amidst the tumultuous waves, reflections of countless worlds' birth and death appeared, engulfing Fu Pinglan's figure in a moment.

In an instant, he forcibly dragged Fu Pinglan out of the Great Universe and into the pinnacle of the river of time and space.

With just this move, fine cold sweat covered his forehead. Fu Pinglan was far stronger than him, and even dragging him into this battlefield cost a significant amount of energy, consuming vast reserves.

But only here could Fu Pinglan temporarily not affect Song Lingxue and Chu Zheng.

The top-tier battlefield of the river of time and space consisted only of chaotic torrents of time and disordered, folded space bubbles. The violent energy fields were enough to instantly tear apart the flesh and Spirit Soul of living creatures in the Mythical Domain.

Fu Pinglan looked around, and soon his eyes locked on another battlefield not far away.

A cold and aloof Silver Moon hung high above the surging river, radiating a serene brilliance that suppressed the ages.

Under the Silver Moon—

"Puff!"

A figure was thrown away like a ragged sack, viciously struck by a condensed and substantive Moonlight blade.

The Blood Armor worn by the Heavenly Punishment was already shattered and torn. The heavy armor plates that originally covered his entire body were now less than half remaining, barely hanging on, filled with cracks, and the dark red blood light dimmed to the extreme, seemingly about to extinguish at any moment.

Beneath the armor plates, what was revealed was not flesh but countless deep, bone-revealing, horrific wounds with edges glimmering in cold moonlight.

These wounds were not created by swords but torn repeatedly by the Moonlight Immortal Ancestor's blades formed from the Space-time Law and Immortal Essence. Pale golden Divine Blood gushed out from these wounds, leaving trails of blood amid the dazzling torrents of time.

He was covered in bruises, his aura dwindled to the lowest point, his face almost contorted with pain and humiliation. He repeatedly tried to stabilize his figure but was forcibly interrupted by the Moonlight each time.

For the robust body of an Ancestral Realm being, these were merely superficial wounds. In an instant, the deep bone-revealing wounds on the Heavenly Punishment began to heal, growing new flesh.

In the instant his body was about to fully recover, the cold silver moonlight in the air suddenly flashed.

Puff puff puff!

Several beams of moonlight, even more condensed and sharp than before, crossed the boundaries of time and space, appearing at the critical points around the Heavenly Punishment. The light, though not tangible, contained a terrifying edge capable of cutting through Immortal Gold and Divine Iron.

"Ah—"

The Heavenly Punishment let out a low roar, desperately dodging and parrying, barely managing to avoid critical points. His arms, legs, and even his waist and abdomen were again ripped apart by the formless Moonlight blades, leaving deep, bone-revealing wounds that nearly dismembered him.

The Immortal Dao Laws corroded the Divine Soul, with new injuries stacking on old wounds. The intense pain surged once more, and even with the Heavenly Punishment's endurance, he could not suppress a wretched howl.

The form of the Moonlight Immortal Ancestor was faintly seen within the Silver Moon, seated high above, her cold eyes overlooking the struggling Heavenly Punishment in the time's chaos as though he were a lamb awaiting slaughter, without any emotional fluctuation.

Perceiving Wan Wenfeng and Fu Pinglan entering the river of time and space, the Moonlight Immortal Ancestor's eyes paused slightly, withdrew her hand, and without hesitation, turned and exited this battlefield directly.

Her purpose for this journey was already achieved.

Fu Pinglan was different from Heavenly Punishment. Even if they fought alone, her chances of winning were about half and half. With the addition of two other Martial Ancestors, staying here would be risky for her.

Fu Pinglan did not look at the Moonlight but kept his eyes fixed on Wan Wenfeng, cold killing intent turning to ice in his gaze.

The Heavenly Punishment stood not far away, his eyes blood red, his shattered body gradually healing to its original state, his gaze also fixated on Wan Wenfeng, with such overflowing killing intent it was almost entirely spilling out.

Looking at the two before him, with cold, calm expressions yet nearly deranged madness, Wan Wenfeng couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

But at this moment, he could only brace himself and continue forward.

Blocking the two Martial Ancestors, the favor from Song Lingxue back then was not for nothing.

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Wan Wenfeng and Fu Pinglan's figures were swallowed by the violent chaos of the river of time and space, completely disappearing from time and space.

The shattered starry sky finally greeted a brief tranquility.

The fragments of the collapsed space-time barriers floated silently, solidified blood beads hung like dark red stars, and a few wisps of blue smoke left by the annihilated gods slowly dissipated...

Only the Holy Spirit Plate hanging high still emitted warm and resilient jade radiance, becoming the only source of light in this dead and desolate scene.

The Divine Martial Heavenly Generals who had been left behind only arrived belatedly at this moment, but upon seeing the projection of the Martial Ancestor in mid-air, they all stopped immediately, none daring to take another step.

Even if it was just a projection, it was of a former Martial Ancestor, someone absolutely not to be offended.

At the core of the Holy Spirit Plate, the radiant light bridge, after experiencing consecutive impacts, finally stabilized completely.

The bridge's body was as solid as jadeite, emanating stable and vast spatial fluctuations, with the other end deeply embedded in the vast, ancient land.

Chu Zheng was incredibly familiar with the aura of that side.

It was the Vast Universe.

A soft Immortal Light, condensed to the extreme and containing guiding power, projected from the core of the Jade Disk, enveloping Chu Zheng and Song Lingxue.

In the distance, the dim and silent Emperor Palace also seemed to be stirred by this Immortal Light, emitting a very faint hum and transforming into a dark red stream of light, which automatically flew into the Immortal Road.

In the next instant, the Immortal Light suddenly contracted, taking the two figures, instantly delving onto the solid light bridge.

In just a moment, the images of Song Lingxue and Chu Zheng, along with the aura of the Emperor Palace, completely disappeared at the edge of this shattered Star Domain, gone without a trace, as if they had never appeared here.

With the disappearance of Chu Zheng and Song Lingxue, the jade radiance projected by the Holy Spirit Plate gradually dimmed, and the jadeite light bridge connecting the two realms slowly vanished as well.

The projection of Yan Feng also appeared increasingly ethereal, as if it might disperse with the wind at any moment.

His gaze penetrated the gradually thinning light and shadow, still fixing in the direction where Chu Zheng and Song Lingxue had vanished, his eyes flashing a hint of relief, as if laying down a burden of ages.

"Yan Feng... precedes you,"

A gentle and calm voice, carrying the vicissitudes of ages and a trace of relief, echoed on this battlefield, which had returned to a state of deathly stillness.

As the voice faded, his already ethereal and illusory figure silently dispersed like a burnt-out candle flame.

At the identical moment, the radiance of the Holy Spirit Plate completely extinguished, becoming like Mortal Jade, silently suspended. A few moments later, as if called by some force, it vanished into the void, heading straight for the Immortal Domain.

Deep within the Martial Hall, Ji Zhouyin sat cross-legged on a fragment of the island, watching everything that had just transpired, having taken it all in.

His eyes fell, shaking his head slightly, letting out a soft sigh:

"Causality is a cycle, returning to its origin, just like this."

He slowly stood up and knelt in great ceremony:

"Disciple, bidding farewell to the Martial Ancestor."

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Within the dim great hall, silence reigned like an abyss.

Chu Zheng took a deep breath, slowly lifted his head, and his sight was swallowed by boundless darkness. The towering ceiling was completely hidden within the thick evil qi and darkness, beyond view.

Only a few strands of ghostly green flames silently floated in mid-air, emitting a cold and faint glow, which instead of dispelling the darkness, cast the twisted shadows deeper within the great hall in a more eerie and terrifying light.

This scene, he had seen countless times, was too familiar to be any more so.

The only difference was that Song Lingxue was not sitting with her back to him but was in his arms.

"Cough...cough..."

A wisp of Evil Qi invaded Song Lingxue's mouth and nose, seeping into her heart and lungs, prompting a light cough.

Chu Zheng immediately came to his senses, dispelling the black mist continuously surging around, and held Song Lingxue tighter.

"The greatest tribulation of your life has passed, only the final step remains..."

Song Lingxue's expression was close to indifferent, struggling to lift a hand, summoning the nearby Emperor Palace, hoarsely saying:

"Wield this blade, cut me to take fortune, and the road ahead will be smooth."