Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel
Chapter 663 - 459: Welcoming the Ancestral Dao

Inside the grand hall, the silence was as deep as an abyss.

The sticky, ink-like Evil Qi flowed silently in the void, a few wisps of ghostly green flames floated in the air.

Chu Zheng's gaze landed on the Emperor Palace, now as lifeless as a dead object.

The moment his gaze touched the cold blade, the turbulent emotions in Chu Zheng's eyes seemed frozen by an invisible chill, gradually calming down, making him more clear-headed than ever.

His gaze returned to Song Lingxue's face, his tone low:

"So, you want me to... kill my wife to survive?"

"I'm not your wife."

Song Lingxue shook her head slightly, panting, struggling to gather her remaining Qi Strength, she continued: "The last time we met... you asked me a question... I... have yet to answer you..."

"At that time, you asked me... if it's the Zheng of Chu Zheng, or the Zheng of Zheng Chu."

At this point, the corners of her withered lips seemed to twitch slightly, as if in self-mockery, or perhaps in a final confession: "Now I tell you, it's the Zheng of Zheng Chu."

Upon hearing this, Chu Zheng's expression remained as calm as an ancient well, his palm slightly tightened, and he spoke in a deep voice:

"Then tell me, are you now Xue Qing, or Song Lingxue."

Song Lingxue averted her gaze, speaking in a flat tone:

"The path you were born with is destined, after Cutting Me to Take Fortune, once you Enter the Ancestral Realm, no one in this world can stop you, the future's Master of Heavenly Fortune will be you, and only you."

Her words contained almost no emotional color, merely describing a path that Chu Zheng was destined to follow from birth.

"Lingxue..."

Chu Zheng took a deep breath, the sticky, cold Evil Qi filling his lungs, bringing an almost suffocating oppression.

"You know that's not what I want to hear."

Upon hearing the name Lingxue, Song Lingxue seemed slightly startled, as if recalling something, her eyes turned slightly red, her gaze somewhat scattered, murmuring to herself:

"So that's it..."

That was the first meeting.

Forcing himself to calm the surging emotions in his heart, Chu Zheng spoke in a low voice:

"You once told me that as long as I Enter the Ancestral Realm, you would tell me everything, can you tell me now?"

"Now... I don't want to say it."

Song Lingxue lowered her eyelids, speaking softly:

"After you Take Fortune, you will naturally know everything."

Chu Zheng's gaze flickered slightly, the corners of his mouth tugged, but there was not a hint of a smile in his eyes:

"How much Heavenly Fate is on you?"

"Two and a half portions."

Song Lingxue's voice lowered further, almost murmuring to herself: "These two and a half portions of Heavenly Fate... were originally yours."

"With Heavenly Fate on you, why haven't you Entered the Ancestral Realm?"

Chu Zheng's brow furrowed; given Song Lingxue's Cultivation, with two and a half portions of Heavenly Fate, she should have long since Entered the Ancestral Realm, and not ended up in this predicament.

"I told you long ago, the Martial Arts Scripture... is not a method of this world, the path ahead is blocked, there is no door to Enter the Ancestral Realm..."

"If I were to... Enter the Ancestral Realm, given my understanding of the Martial Arts Scripture... at least six portions of Heavenly Fate would be needed to have a glimmer of hope."

Six portions of Heavenly Fate!

Upon hearing these words, Chu Zheng's heart suddenly sank; one person possessing six portions already carries the possibility of becoming the Master of Heavenly Fortune, yet it's merely the threshold for the Martial Arts Scripture to Enter the Ancestral Realm.

As they spoke, Song Lingxue's breath suddenly became rapid, the already weak flame of life flickered violently as if blown by a fierce wind.

Her face became as pale as paper, losing another layer of color, becoming as transparent as crystal, the skin beneath the cracks visible as fine ice shards, like porcelain about to shatter completely.

"Ha..."

A suppressed moan slipped through her teeth, she seemed to feel the last thread maintaining her existence about to snap.

No more time to wait...

This thought rang like the final alarm in her dying consciousness, she suddenly raised an arm, using all her remaining strength, reaching out with a hand also full of cracks, cold as ice, grasping Chu Zheng.

"S-seize... seize the time..."

Her voice carried the urgency of impending death, each word accompanying the frantic loss of Life Force: "I... can't hold on for much longer..."

She gripped Chu Zheng's hand tightly, her strength as light as nothing.

"This place is the Universe..."

She panted heavily, her gaze fixed on Chu Zheng, as if to etch his face deeply into her memory: "After I die... the Heavenly Fate... will not disperse... nor be competed for by the various Daos, you... have plenty of time to walk slowly..."

Chu Zheng was silent for several breaths, then suddenly grinned slightly, leaning down to tightly embrace Song Lingxue, speaking with a low laugh:

"At this moment, what I'm most grateful for is that I once went to the Great Immortal Realm, went to the Heart Burning Corridor, after all, I found a way to save your life..."

Song Lingxue heard Chu Zheng's laughter, felt the heartbeat transmitted from his body, momentarily confused, her vision empty, her consciousness seemingly disturbed by this sudden embrace and the sound of heartbeats.

What is he... saying?

Great Immortal Realm? Heart Burning Corridor? Saving her? How is this possible?!

Realizing this, her expression changed instantly, appearing even more pale.

Chu Zheng felt the confusion of the person in his arms, his voice sounded again, resonating through his chest, clearly transmitting to Song Lingxue's ears:

"Did you think... by saying so, I would accept your 'Cutting Me to Take Fortune' nonsense?"

"Did you think Chu Zheng is such a person?"

"Without the Heavenly Fate on you, abandoned by this world, do you think I would fail?"

Chu Zheng lowered his head, his eyes tightly locking onto Song Lingxue's pale, distracted face, filled with the most complex emotions:

"Lingxue..."

"The path you spoke of... I don't want to walk."

Chu Zheng took a deep breath, as if inhaling all the Turbid Qi of the world into his lungs:

"After I clear the universe, pacify the two realms, I will then cast a spell to save you."

His arms holding Song Lingxue did not loosen, and with the other hand, he suddenly reached into the void, the space rippled like the surface of water, and a jade box, entirely white and exuding a gentle luster, appeared out of thin air in his broad palm.