Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

"This method, is the culmination of all the strengths of myriad laws, making up for shortcomings, and fusing with my own comprehension. When cultivated to completion, one can become the Moon Spirit, immune to all laws. Although your talent is not outstanding, you excel in diligent cultivation, and in the future, you may yet achieve great fortune."

After imparting the technique, the Moonlight Immortal Ancestor led Song Lingqing to a Spirit Pool deep within the Fairy Palace.

Within the pool, the most pure Moonlight Power and Innate Spirit Liquid converged, emanating a cool glow and a refreshing vitality.

"Enter the pool and operate the mental method I taught you to further adapt to the Great Immortal Realm's environment and consolidate your foundation," instructed the Moonlight Immortal Ancestor.

Just as Song Lingqing entered the Spirit Pool, feeling the cold yet nourishing Spiritual Liquid, a figure enveloped in a heavy pressure arrived outside the Fairy Palace.

The Moonlight's brows slightly furrowed as she went out to meet it.

Immortal Ancestor Feng Ting stood within the hall in a light azure Emperor's Robe, his face devoid of the usual unfathomable depth, replaced by an unusual sternness. He didn't bother with pleasantries, his gaze as sharp as a sword, piercing directly at the Moonlight Immortal Ancestor:

"Moonlight, the Heavenly Destiny True Spirit has issued a decree to kill Chu Zheng, and it cannot be delayed."

He spoke rapidly, with a hint of urgency:

"I know that you have always been in contact with your brother Hao Yan. Can I trouble you to bridge the gap and contact several Ancient Ancestors of the Universe?"

Feng Ting's eyes flashed with unprecedented sharp light: "If we can manage to bring about this matter, this battle might well determine the fate of the two realms, and our Immortal Path enterprise has hope."

Even though Chu Zheng has twelve Ancient Ancestors to assist, they are just twelve. The universe still has eight Ancient Ancestors nearby, and they may not all be willing to uphold Chu Zheng as the Ancestral Dao.

If we can win over just a few, even just three or four, plus the Five Ancestors of the Immortal Alliance, numerous Ancestor Immortal Soldiers, as well as the forces of the Martial Hall, Myriad Realms, etc., it would be entirely enough to wage war and eradicate Chu Zheng, the root of the calamity, in a single stroke.

And seizing this opportunity to directly initiate the Dao War is undoubtedly most fitting. There's no need to wait for the opportune time; we can determine the cosmic fate in one fell swoop.

If we wait until Chu Zheng himself steps into the Ancestral Realm, the risk will only increase. With his many Heavenly Destinies, his combat power might even surpass the Ancient True Beginning.

Feng Ting's intentions were naked and direct, clearly resolved to kill Chu Zheng, even intending to take the chance to overturn the Great Universe completely.

However, despite Feng Ting's urgency, the Moonlight Immortal Ancestor's reaction remained calm and cold, unaffected, her voice flat and unperturbed:

"As I've said before, I will not participate in this battle. You are an Immortal Ancestor, do as you wish."

She did not conceal anything, directly drawing a line and stating her intention to remain uninvolved.

"Moonlight." Feng Ting's voice slightly deepened, carrying a hint of anger, his expression stern, without a trace of humor:

"You and I have known each other not just for a day or two. You may usually look down on my hesitation, but you should understand, when I act, it's either not at all or completely."

"Regardless of whether you participate or not." He stared at the Moonlight's cold back, speaking each word distinctly: "I will do this."

"It concerns the grand scheme, the continuation of the Immortal Path, and the great plan of eternity, it's no trifling matter."

He took a deep breath, his tone bearing a hint of forcefully suppressed exhortation: "I hope you won't act recklessly."

"Act recklessly?"

The Moonlight Immortal Ancestor's eyes paused slightly, the serene Danfeng eyes clearly reflecting Feng Ting's figure for the first time, beneath her gaze, an eternal ice seemed to surge.

She shook her head slightly, her voice carrying a trace of sharpness:

"If I were truly acting recklessly, you would not have the opportunity to stand here and speak with me so peacefully."

"The situation between Chu Zheng and I has reached this point because of you. Had you not stopped me from saving Chu Zheng at that time, today would not have happened. You choose to serve the Heavenly Destiny True Spirit; that's your business. I refuse to be a dog, bow to the Heavenly Destiny, collar my neck to be bound."

As her words fell, the temperature within the Fairy Palace suddenly dropped.

"You brought Song Lingqing back, wanting to protect her..."

Feng Ting glanced deep into the palace, revealing Moonlight's intention to shelter Song Lingqing by saying in a deep voice: "I can pretend not to know, she can temporarily be your disciple."

Hearing this, the Moonlight's brows slightly furrowed.

Feng Ting took a deep breath, his face slightly solemn, proposing his condition:

"Send a message to Hao Yan for me; I will wait for him at the Boundary."

The Moonlight Immortal Ancestor did not say more, raising her sleeve and gently swiping it:

"Get out."

A gentle yet irresistible force appeared out of nowhere, enveloping Feng Ting and unceremoniously ejecting him from the boundaries of the Fairy Palace, leaving him above the sea of clouds outside the palace.

Feng Ting halted in mid-air, his expression unmoved, staring at the tightly shut palace gates for a while without immediately leaving.

Only when a message tore through the sky, soaring up to be swallowed by the stars, did he finally turn around and vanish into the surging sea of clouds.

Inside the Fairy Palace, within the Spirit Pool, Song Lingqing's eyelashes slightly trembled, seemingly stirred by this invisible confrontation.

The Moonlight Immortal Ancestor stood by the poolside, gazing in the direction where Feng Ting disappeared, a trace of coldness flickering deep within her chilling eyes.

The turn of events came much more swiftly than she had anticipated. It seems that this calamity in her destiny might indeed hinge upon this battle.

Attempting to avoid it, to be wise and safe, can only be a temporary escape, not a lifelong refuge.

Moonlight took a deep breath, lowered her gaze to look at Song Lingqing in the pool, and a complex emotion passed through her eyes.

Judging by the current situation, her initial choice of Chu Zheng was indeed not wrong. However, the Heavenly Destiny True Spirit does not favor Chu Zheng; the path she intended to take is ultimately a dead end.

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In the blink of an eye, three months passed away quietly, like starry sand flowing through the Star River.

Beneath this brief calm lay a massive upheaval and surging undercurrents within the structure of the Great Universe.

Due to the earth-shattering upheaval erupting deep within the Vast Universe, the previously tense and gunpowder-laden Great Universe seemed as if a giant invisible hand suddenly pressed the pause button.

The ancient Taoist orthodoxies that spanned between Star Domains, forever on the brink of igniting war, almost overnight, lowered their banners and retracted their claws.

An indescribable tension and silence enveloped all directions, like the calm before a storm.

The changes were most apparent among the Myriad Realms.

The Ancestral Tao, who had remained seated beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens overlooking the cycles of the Myriad Realms since entering the Ancestor Realm, left the Taoist ground.

The purple aura that used to roll across the starry skies outside Yuxu Palace disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only an empty meditation mat, its whereabouts a mystery.

The Buddha, who resided at the Pure Land Spirit Mountain and had once made a great vow to save the Vast Universe with his own body, also opened his eyes and descended from the Lotus Platform.

He did not speak; with each step birthing a lotus, the solemn Buddha light penetrated layer upon layer of Star Domains, aiming straight for the center of the storm, the Vast Universe.

The Sword Ancestor remained missing. The once sky-reaching sword intent of the Sword Tomb, which made myriad paths tremble, was now dead silent, with not even a faint pulse of Sword Qi detectable, covered in cobwebs.

Meanwhile, the Martial Hall, a colossal entity standing side by side with the Immortal Alliance, passed down since ancient times, though having lost two Ancestor Realms in the previous battle, saw the remaining four Ancestors unyielding in silence. They hibernated in the deepest parts of the Martial Hall; within the ancient halls, blood and qi roiled like the sea, and the Dao Weapon clanged like thunder.

A blend of the purest martial will was gathering in the dark, continuously honing, as if forging a Divine Weapon capable of cleaving Chaos.

They were preparing, waiting for that earth-shattering moment to come.

Amidst this tense breathing of all paths, with ancient giants surfacing and turmoil looming, the depths of the Chaos Sea welcomed its true master.

During this period, Chu Zheng's retreat has been completed.

The retreat painstakingly built by numerous Ancient Ancestors was a massive hall gleaming with a silvery-gray metallic luster.

The entire great hall appeared as if forged from solidified space-time fragments, towering aloft above the Star Sea, with its vast structure exuding an oppressive presence capable of subduing All Heavens.

What was even more chilling was the time-space formation patterns encircling it, with the intricate, mysterious time-space runes directly etched into the Void, meandering like living beings.

A mighty, unmatched power of time-space surged vigorously among the array patterns, forming a natural absolute domain barrier, isolating internal and external time-space.

Within these three months, the Chaos Sea had undergone a massive cleansing.

All martial cultivators who stepped into the Ninth Order were annihilated completely, while other surviving martial cultivators were frantically fleeing toward the outskirts of the Chaos Sea, not daring to pause for a moment.

Chu Zheng emerged from the Space Channel, his eyes landing on the towering ancient tree rooted atop the channel, the Ancestor Blood Parasol he had interacted with several times.