Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel
Chapter 664 - 459: Welcoming the Ancestral Dao (Part 2)

This Liu Guang Jade Box is entirely carved from Ancient Nether Cold Jade, refined with the Dragon and Phoenix True Soul, and suppressed by a Martial Seal. It contains the Great Realm, capable of altering the flow of time; outside, eons pass, while within the box, it's but a fleeting instant.

Back then, it was Song Lingxue who gave it to him, for the purpose of preserving the Divine Soul Treasure Blood of Immortal Ancestor Xumi Sheng. Despite the passage of billions of years, the blood remains warm, making it the most suitable vessel for preserving Song Lingxue's current state.

Seeing the Liu Guang Jade Box, Song Lingxue instantly understood Chu Zheng's thoughts. She slightly parted her cracked lips, summoned the remaining breath in her chest, and growled:

"Today, if you don't cut me to take my fortune... without heavenly fate as protection, peril is sure to find you in the future... Without me by your side, how will you cross it when the time comes?!"

Her eyes were full of worry. Two and a half tenths of heavenly fate, a quarter of the Great Universe, were within her at the moment. How much causality does this involve?!

If Chu Zheng doesn't kill her to take her fortune, both the past and future could be altered.

Heavenly fate itself could potentially change hands.

"Save some strength."

Chu Zheng disregarded her words, raised his hand to confine Song Lingxue, choking back her remaining words:

"Some things, if you don't want to say them, then don't. I don't want to hear them right now. Even if there truly comes a day when I face unexpected dangers..."

In the face of Song Lingxue's warning, a slow smile spread across Chu Zheng's face:

"Then you and I will die together, descend into the Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs..."

"...and become a pair of ghostly souls joined in marriage."

With that, he lifted his hand decisively, opening the Liu Guang Jade Box.

Buzz—

The ancient Immortal Patterns on the Jade Box suddenly lit up, unleashing a blinding, blazing white divine light. Everywhere the light touched, time and space nearly froze.

Song Lingxue's expression instantly halted, everything pressed to pause, yet within her wide eyes remained a trace of despair that had not yet dissipated.

The next moment, the light from the Jade Box fully erupted, completely engulfing Song Lingxue. A blazing white pillar of light shot skyward, illuminating the dark hall.

Chu Zheng stowed away the Jade Box, took a deep breath, collected the Emperor Palace nearby, and without hesitation, turned and strode outward from the hall.

Footsteps echoed in the vast, deathly silent hall, each step pressing down upon thick layers of dust, producing a dull and sticky sound.

This was no longer the Heart Burning Corridor, so naturally, there would be an exit. The Vast Universe was not serene; he needed to quickly find a safe place to settle.

Soon, he arrived before the door of the hall, tightly closed, covered in mottled corroded marks and indecipherable ancient patterns, exuding a sense of weight.

Chu Zheng did not hesitate, placing both hands on the cold, hard stone door, the touch slick and chill, as if it were the scale armor of some giant beast. He exhaled a turbid breath, and with a powerful exertion of his arms,

Creak—

The grating sound of friction, as if from ages unsealed, resounded, setting teeth on edge. The heavy door slowly opened a crack, and a more intense evil aura surged forth.

He pushed open the heavy hall door, and upon seeing the scene outside, his expression abruptly froze, all expressions on his face instantly solidified.

Outside the hall was not the desolate, dead expanse of the Great Universe, but a deep, dark passageway, seemingly leading to the end of endless ages.

The walls on both sides of the corridor were constructed of endless, pitch-black giant stones, engraved with inscrutable, ancient patterns, exuding an eternal and ancient aura.

The ceiling was exceedingly high, hidden in the vague darkness, while the walls, at intervals, embedded with ancient lamps from which emitted a faint and cold blue light, barely illuminating the center of the corridor.

And in this corridor, enveloped in eerie blue light, stood over a hundred figures.

They were not standing at random, but as if having practiced countless times before, aligned on both sides of the corridor like a guard of honor.

Each figure stood firm as rock, their presence solid and mountain-like, yet retracted to the extreme, seemingly integrated with this ancient corridor.

Only the ominous aura occasionally leaking out intertwined, condensing into a substantial chill that pervaded the void.

Most startling to Chu Zheng were the two figures standing foremost.

The one on the left wore a striking blood-red garment, long hair draping over shoulders, features so exquisitely and eerily beautiful they appeared inhuman, skin as pale as fine bone porcelain, with only a pair of long eyes, the pupils pure gold, opening and closing with molten lava flowing within, harboring a destruction meant to incinerate all, coupled with an aloof disregard for living beings.

This was undoubtedly an Ancient Ancestor of the Universe, a being that had stepped into the threshold of the Ancestral Realm.

On the other side stood a middle-aged man in simple, gray hemp attire, with plain and unremarkable visage, not tall, even slightly thin.

However, just standing there, he seemed to be the center of this world, his entire presence exuding an air of Perfection, that simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.

This is also an Ancient Ancestor, whose aura is even stronger than the Ancient Ancestor in blood garments beside him!

And behind these two Ancient Ancestors were more than a hundred figures. Although their auras were slightly inferior, without exception, they all existed in the Realm of Ancient Myths. In the Vast Universe, each one could serve as the master of a mansion.

As Chu Zheng stepped into the corridor, the chilling aura pervading it suddenly paused.

Including the two ancient ancestors with overwhelming aura at the front, over a hundred terrifying presences in the Mythical Domain below the corridor all focused their gazes like torches on Chu Zheng.

A chill surged from his spine to the Heavenly Spirit, and Chu Zheng never expected such a grand formation waiting for him outside the hall.

Facing such a situation, even in the Ancestral Realm, it would be hard to find a way out alive.

While Chu Zheng watched, his mind in turmoil.

The leading Ancient Ancestor in blood garments, a strange smile slowly emerged on his alluring face, his eyes full of unconcealable ecstasy.

The other Ancient Ancestor with an aura as deep as the sea, also showed undisguised joy and excitement in his profound gaze.

Without any hesitation, they lowered their stances toward Chu Zheng, who stood petrified before the hall doors.

Kneeling on one knee in salute:

"Erosion Sun Rain, Yang Yue'an, welcome the Ancestral Dao!"

In their actions, there was not a hint of hesitation or reluctance.

As the two Ancient Ancestors knelt, the over a hundred Mansion Master level presences in the Mythical Realm behind them were like docilely guided by an invisible force, moving in sync as they knelt loudly on the ancient, hard Black Stone floor of the corridor.

More than a hundred living creatures capable of shaking time and space Star Sea knelt on one knee simultaneously, their knees striking the ancient, hard Black Stone floor of the corridor, creating thundering noises that made the entire corridor tremble slightly.

More than a hundred voices that were either thick, ethereal, aged, or cold gathered into a torrent, reverberating with absolute reverence in this eternal corridor, heavily striking Chu Zheng's soul:

"Welcome the Ancestral Dao——!!!"

Ancestral Dao?!

Chu Zheng stood rigid at the hall entrance, his eyes slightly squinting.

He scanned the scene of kneelings before him, figures whose auras could easily crush him, looking at the two incomprehensible Ancient Ancestors' eyes filled with genuine ecstasy.

Even though he had undergone numerous tribulations and possessed an extremely firm mind, at this moment, he was somewhat at a loss as to what to do in the face of this unimaginable scene.

...

...

The Great Universe.

Martial Hall.

Among the shattered Star River, space floated with enormous astral body fragments and solidified chaotic energy, as if gnawed by colossal beasts. The lament of the Laws had yet to completely subside, with the collapse shockwaves of the Martial Hall's core region still undulating.

Boom!

A figure entwined with dim star clouds, battered and ragged, was thrown violently out of an unhealed space-time fissure as if flung by colossal strength.

It was Wan Wenfeng!

The battle armor he wore was already broken beyond repair, with many plates missing, revealing horrific wounds deep enough to see the bone.

Just as he appeared, two figures emitting terrifying murderous intent followed closely as if maggots attached to bones, and charged out fiercely from the fissure. They were none other than Fu Pinglan and Tian Xing.

"Wan Wenfeng, die now!" Tian Xing roared, reaching out his hand.

In the nick of time, a figure in gray silently appeared in front of Wan Wenfeng, perfectly blocking the path of Fu Pinglan and Tian Xing's charge.

"Enough."

Ji Zhouyin's voice was calm and unwavering, yet carried an undeniable penetrative power, clearly echoing in this shattered Star Domain:

"This time Chu Zheng didn't die, it means his fate was not to be severed. Even if Wenfeng did not intervene, there would still be unexpected turn of events."

Fu Pinglan's gaze fixed fiercely on Wan Wenfeng, ultimately unable to contain himself, roaring angrily in the Star Field:

"You let Chu Zheng escape; this mistake makes you the eternal sinner of the Martial Path, a guilt for ten thousand generations, deserving of the condemnation of All Heavens, a hundred deaths would not be enough to atone!!"