Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

The space-time domain is already the pinnacle, including the Ancestral Realm, which is also situated within this domain, just having ventured further.

Ji Zhouyin took a deep breath, calming the turbulence in his heart, but his eyes were still filled with an irrepressible awe.

Just now, after he sent Song Lingxue into the Ancient Dao Transmission Road, he saw her descend all the way, and then his perception was obscured, unable to discern anything.

He had no idea what Song Lingxue encountered within the Ancient Dao Transmission Road.

However, one thing is certain, no matter how monstrous Song Lingxue's talent might be, it is absolutely impossible to break through the space-time barrier and advance to this domain in such a short time.

The only explanation is that someone helped her.

Helping someone forcibly open the Gate of Space-Time and elevate their cultivation to this level is something that, to Ji Zhouyin's knowledge, the Ancestral Realm absolutely cannot do.

The space-time barrier is a great chasm, and once crossed, one's lifespan is greatly extended, and one can slightly influence the past and future, manipulating the flow of time within a small range.

Forcibly elevating one's realm is equivalent to instilling the Space-time Law into the mind, allowing direct understanding.

This is too inconceivable, as if it makes the painstaking research of all cultivators a joke.

Such a being could easily, with a wave of the hand, create a legend or even a living creature in the Ancestral Realm from the Ancient Myths.

According to Ji Zhouyin's knowledge, such a person has never existed before, so it must be someone from the future.

Reflecting on the fact that Song Lingxue had previously visited a future even the Martial Ancestor could not explore, it seems that this time is the same situation.

"What did you encounter in the Ancient Dao Transmission Road?"

Seeing Song Lingxue still in a daze, Ji Zhouyin couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked.

"Met a person and recalled many memory fragments."

Song Lingxue came to, speaking in a deep voice, her expression slightly changed from before, her eyes deepened:

"About the past... and the future."

Ji Zhouyin's brow furrowed slightly, at this moment, it seemed he couldn't quite see through Song Lingxue.

"Thank you, Hall Master, for sending me back into the Ancient Dao Transmission Road. The hidden matters within, I am unfortunately unable to speak of."

Song Lingxue bowed, her expression serene: "Now that I have seen the path I must take, I shall certainly follow it to the end."

Ji Zhouyin slightly frowned but did not inquire further. There is much time ahead; no need to rush. After pondering briefly, he straightforwardly changed the subject:

"Now that you have stepped into the Tenth Order, your realm is comparable to a Martial Monarch, you are qualified to enter the Execution Department, taking the position of 'Divine Martial Heavenly General'. I will arrange your placement later. How you manage yourself and recruit forces under you is up to you."

At this point, Ji Zhouyin hesitated slightly, uncommonly unsure of himself at this moment, filled with questions.

Song Lingxue had received help from a future entity in the Ancient Dao Transmission Road, so was the one who helped her really the future Chu Zheng?

If so, can it already be determined that Chu Zheng is highly likely to become the Master of Heavenly Fortune?

Then along Song Lingxue's trajectory, is the Martial Hall prepared in advance?

At least ensure the continuation of the Martial Hall...

"Hall Master need not waste your effort on me."

Song Lingxue looked at Ji Zhouyin, as if seeing through his thoughts at a glance, her tone as light as wind:

"The one who helped me was not Chu Zheng, and what you seek is destined to be unattainable."

Ji Zhouyin's breath halted slightly, taken aback for a moment. He didn't know how many space-time fragments Song Lingxue had received on the Ancient Road.

But hidden within was a truth too elusive for all beings, causing her to undergo an unimaginable transformation in an instant.

After a long while, Ji Zhouyin spoke again, his voice somewhat hoarse:

"Since you've seen the future, can you tell me what the future of the Martial Path will be?"

"On this point, Hall Master should have already known."

Song Lingxue shook her head slightly, her words as sharp as a knife, piercing Ji Zhouyin's heart:

"From the moment I obtained the Martial Arts Scripture, you already had the answer, but you wanted more, you wished to preserve not only the Martial Path but also the Martial Hall."

The existence of the Martial Arts Scripture is enough to prove that the Martial Path still exists in future generations.

"What about the Martial Hall?" Ji Zhouyin pressed on without pause.

"Rarely ends well." Song Lingxue seemed to have thought of something, her gaze dimmed slightly.

There was no concealment in those words, causing Ji Zhouyin's breath to hitch slightly, his emotions gradually calming after a long pause.

He slowly sat down, bowed his head for a long while, and waved his hand:

"Go."

Song Lingxue did not linger, turning to pass through the Light Gate, leaving the great hall.

Ji Zhouyin stared at the empty great hall before him, lost in thought for a long moment, then murmured in a low voice:

"Will the Martial Hall perish by my hand?"

Some things need not be spoken of clearly. With Song Lingxue's statement, the future conclusion of the Martial Hall can now be anticipated.

He did not doubt the truth of Song Lingxue's words, for this information holds no benefit for her.

The loss of Chu Zheng's value means that Song Lingxue's importance to the Martial Hall would equally plummet.

For both of them, this news offers no profit but Song Lingxue still spoke.

This can only point to one fact.

No matter what he does now, he cannot alter the outcome of the 'Martial Hall's unsatisfactory end'.

He still doesn't know what Song Lingxue saw on the Ancient Road, but at this moment, he dares not inquire closely.

The one who helped Song Lingxue in the Ancient Dao Transmission Road, whoever they may be, is an existence that he, nor the entire Martial Path, can afford to provoke.

If he acts rashly, he might inadvertently quash the last glimmer of hope for the Martial Path.

He distinguishes clearly between the weight of the Martial Hall and the Martial Path.

......

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Song Lingxue walked slowly through the gate of space, stepping into the starry sky.

Gazing at the vast starry sky before her, she slowly exhaled a breath of turbid qi, and with the complement of memory fragments, the original void in her mind gradually filled and healed, returning to completeness.

A long time ago, she had been somewhat puzzled.

Why did she always have an exception for Chu Zheng?

Back when Chu Zheng entered the mansion, among the many servants, she immediately noticed the inconspicuous Chu Zheng.

Later, when it came time to select a son-in-law to shoulder the great responsibility of the Song Family, her first choice was still Chu Zheng.

Now, after obtaining those broken memories on the Ancient Dao Transmission Road, she finally found the answer.

The root of this concern lies in a future about to occur, and simultaneously in a distant past difficult to recall.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that time not only flows away but sometimes rolls back, like the rising waves of a tide; what has happened will eventually repeat.

The current Chu Zheng has not yet reached that step, unable to see through himself, just like she once was.

But the displacement of time predestines that beautiful endings are hard to come by, like clouds that easily scatter.

Rarely ends well.