Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

"Could this be the divine statue of the Ancestral Dao?"

[Mud Figure (Zeroth Order): An ancient gold body of a deity, whose incense fire has died out. Over time, it has turned to dust, without any trace of divinity. (Detailed information)] Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

Looking at the mud figure on the altar, Chu Zheng's eyes flickered with spiritual light, raising some suspicions as he pulled up the detailed information on this golden body.

[Detailed Information: Sculpted eons ago, the specific era is untraceable, with no information left behind.]

Looking at the information about the mud figure, Chu Zheng couldn't help frowning—his Spiritual Eye included—unable to find any information.

From the current information, this golden body seems unrelated to the Ancestral Dao; the golden body of the Ancestral Dao would show some traces.

Although he was unaware of the exact date when this Great Tomb came into existence, he could assure it did not possibly trace back to eons ago.

From some information he had previously gathered, this Small World should not have experienced such a lengthy passage of time.

The cultivators who initially entered this Great Tomb harvested Spiritual Medicine on the outskirts, which were aged at most between one hundred thousand and one million years.

Judging the existence period of a Secret Realm solely on Spiritual Medicine isn't too accurate.

Many Spiritual Medicines have their age limits; after a thousand or even ten thousand years, they do not continue to grow.

The age limit of some Spiritual Medicines is a thousand years; after reaching maturity, even ten thousand years later, their age remains only a thousand years.

However, they can at least serve as a reference.

Among the harvested Spiritual Medicines, some Holy Medicines were not mature, dating less than a million years old.

This was already enough to suggest certain issues.

Even if he guessed the age as far back as possible, the history of this Great Tomb would only be a few million years old.

This does not match the years endured by this divine statue at all.

The only explanation is that this temple existed in this location before the birth of this Small World.

This sounded as if it might disrupt the cause and effect, but it was not entirely impossible.

A Small World doesn't necessarily have to be formed by oneself; if one's cultivation is sufficient, directly annexing a world isn't difficult.

The origin of this Great Tomb is anything but ordinary; perhaps this Small World was specifically prepared as a burial ground.

This temple, merely because of a fortuitous coincidence, entered this place and has been preserved until today.

Inside the temple, aside from the divine statue, it was empty; on the altar's incense burner, remnants of ash left from Ancient Times linger.

Chu Zheng slowly walked in front of the divine statue, sat down cross-legged, and gazed at the dust-covered mud figure, falling into contemplation.

Having not decayed over eons indicates that, in some era long past, this golden body was nourished by the Incense Fire Willpower.

This place is named Zheng Chu Taoist Temple; the facial features of the divine statue mimic his very own; all these facts, if said to be coincidental, would seem too far-fetched.

After a moment of silence, Chu Zheng stood up, stepped out of the temple, expanded his Divine Sense, and found a lone cultivator, directly capturing him and bringing him to the temple.

The cultivator, appearing quite ordinary, was named Mu Xin, with a cultivation just entering the Third Realm, bone age under thirty, placed in the former Cangyun Realm, he was also among the top hundred of the Hidden Dragon List.

In the Tianwu Realm, such talent was seen as quite common; it could only be considered as having a modest talent.

That Wutong Tree that crossed the starry sea significantly raised the foundation of the entire Tianwu Realm by at least two levels.

A Great Realm with the presence of a Supreme Being was far stronger than the Cangyun Realm by who knows how many times.

Looking at Chu Zheng's crimson eyes, Mu Xin's face paled; he tightly closed his eyes, muttering continuously, constantly praying for his forefathers' protection.

Being captured by a Flying Corpse within this Great Tomb, his fate was self-evident.

The best outcome was to be drained dry of Essence Blood and die, being able to leave an intact corpse; if this Flying Corpse had any peculiar tastes, even having an entire corpse would be difficult.

"Copy the facial features of this divine statue."

The hoarse whisper echoed inside the temple; Mu Xin's expression startled as he cautiously opened his eyes.

Plunk—

A set of brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone was thrown beside him, the purple-haired Flying Corpse stood not far away, like a towering tower emitting a cold light.

Mu Xin dared not hesitate for a moment; trembling, he spread out the drawing paper and began to copy on the spot.

Although his body was trembling, his hands were exceptionally steady; he dared not make any sudden movements, copying the divine statue in front of him might be his only chance of survival.

After a while, a vivid sketch of the mud figure appeared on the paper.

Only after seeing his own likeness appear on this canvas did Chu Zheng finally shatter the last bit of luck within his heart.

This was indeed not an Ancestral Dao Golden Body, but merely a divine statue identical to him.

For a moment, Chu Zheng fell into a profound confusion. In terms of the time flow in the Chaos Sea, Daoist Venerable Zheng Chu was only a deity with a history of over a thousand years.

Although he had numerous followers, the Incense Fire Willpower was chaotic, and truly fervent followers were not many.

This did not match the years this divine statue had experienced at all.

Moreover, as the true body of Daoist Venerable Zheng Chu, it was impossible to feel no connection to his own golden body.

For a time, the temple fell into a strange silence.

Mu Xin stood tremblingly aside, his heart filled with torment, uncertain of what fate awaited him.

Had he known that the periphery of this Great Tomb was so perilous, he would never have ventured here.

Moments later, Chu Zheng snapped out of his contemplation, flipped his hand to retrieve three sticks of Pure Incense, and handed them to Mu Xin, pointing at the Divine Statue, he said softly,

"For the next year, worship him as a God, bow morning and evening, offer incense at dawn and dusk. After one year, I will let you go and will provide you with another opportunity."

He intended to use the Incense Fire Willpower to try and awaken this Golden Body. If this Golden Body could be reactivated by the Incense Fire Willpower, then he would inevitably discover some new clues.

Regardless, he had to uncover the secrets hidden within this Divine Statue.

Throughout his journey, his path had been predetermined, from Cangyun Realm to Chaos Sea, to the Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield. Despite the perilous dangers, it all ended safely without incident.

Chu Zheng didn't think this was due to any particular merit of his; many intricacies were hard to discern clearly.

Hearing Chu Zheng's words, Mu Xin was stunned for a moment and, regaining his composure, he dared not ask further, accepting the Pure Incense handed over by Chu Zheng and approaching the Divine Statue.

After lighting the incense, he knelt with a devout expression and bowed respectfully three times, silently praying:

"May the Ancient Celestial Venerate, the Supreme Taoist Ancestor, all Taoist sages, and the Universal Buddha, the great God of Fortune protect me from this calamity..."

In that instant, never having believed in the Deities, he recited the names of all the Ancient Gods he knew, hoping to receive protection from one of them.

After a while, he stood up and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Buzz—

A dull thud arose from beyond the heavens, a faint ripple emerged, and the three sticks of incense inside the burner snapped.

Mu Xin's expression momentarily faltered, bewildered.

Chu Zheng also furrowed his brows; the broken incense signified that the Deity had rejected this worship and did not accept the follower's willingness.

Why would this be?

Such an abnormal sight momentarily plunged Chu Zheng into confusion; it wasn't supposed to be like this.

This Divine Statue had been dead for countless years; why would it reject a person's worship?

"What were you thinking when you were praying to the god just now?"

Regaining his composure, Chu Zheng's gaze swept to Mu Xin beside him as he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I wasn't thinking of anything."

Mu Xin panicked, waving his hands repeatedly, as a torrent of fearful thoughts surged in his mind. The words he had just silently spoken, could they actually have been heard by some unknown existence?

The names he had silently recited were all of Deities from Ancient Times; if indeed any Deity had heard his prayers, they shouldn't have rejected his plea.

Without waiting for Mu Xin to think further, Chu Zheng took out another handful of incense sticks, placed them aside, and gestured for Mu Xin to continue.

Mu Xin calmed his increasingly nervous heartbeat, stepped forward, and cautiously asked,

"May I ask the honorable title of this Deity?"

"Zheng Chu Taoist Venerate."

Chu Zheng replied offhandedly, his crimson eyes intently observing Mu Xin's every move, trying to discern some clues.

Daring not to think further, Mu Xin respectfully bowed and silently recited the name of Zheng Chu Taoist Venerate, then he lit the incense and placed it into the incense burner.

Chu Zheng's eyes flickered with a trace of Spiritual Light as he saw a wisp of invisible Incense Fire Willpower slowly rising and being absorbed by the Golden Body.

Whoosh—

Suddenly, a breeze swept through the Temple, brushing the thick dust off the Divine Statue and making it look as good as new.

In an instant, Chu Zheng's form trembled slightly, and a vast, boundless expanse of stars flashed through his mind, gone in a flash.

At the same moment, far away in the Myriad Realms, his original body sensed something and quickly became aware of this Golden Body's existence.

This Golden Body had been successfully activated by Mu Xin and had established a connection with Chu Zheng's original body.

In a flash, a torrent of shock surged through Chu Zheng's heart. Could this Golden Body truly be his?!

Billions of years ago, was there already a person named Zheng Chu Taoist Venerate?

At this thought, Chu Zheng's heart sank slightly, overshadowed by gloom; the name 'Zheng Chu' was just a casually chosen Taoist name.

But looking back now, it seemed not so simple.

If the Zheng Chu Taoist Venerate had existed billions of years ago and bore his exact face,

Then was he really Chu Zheng, or was he Zheng Chu Taoist Venerate?

For a moment, Chu Zheng began to doubt the authenticity of his own existence.

He was certain that, aside from the memories of his time as a Cultural Relic Restorer, there were no residual memories of past lives in his mind.

Now, with the various anomalies before him, he could not help but wonder whether there was some issue with his reincarnation memories.

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