Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

"Those who dare to defy destiny shall face divine wrath."

Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu's voice was devoid of emotion, coldly echoing through the River of Space-Time:

"Your time is almost up."

"We blaze a trail for all living creatures. The Master of Heavenly Fortune has long been dead, where is this destiny you speak of?!"

The response came from Fu Pinglan's furious roar.

At this moment, Fu Pinglan's eyes burned with a fire yearning to break fate, nothing like his later lifeless appearance. The Tao Tribulation Stick in his hand trembled violently, the ancient golden patterns etched on the stick blazing with a blinding blood light, as if ignited.

The blood light was so intense, it dyed the eternal years crimson.

Fu Pinglan stepped forward, and the massive waves formed by Space-time Law beneath him shattered with a booming crash. The long stick in his hand pierced through time, casting terrifying shadows of the Ancient Battlefield's mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the intense Ancestor Blood aura spreading instantly, a chilling killing intent!

Behind him, slightly to the sides, Heavenly Punishment and Wan Wenfeng did not rush to attack, vigilantly scanning the river on all sides, shielding Fu Pinglan.

The dark golden Tao Tribulation Stick crushed the sky, aiming straight at the top of Zheng Chu's head.

Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu did not move a muscle. A Luminous Treasure Mirror, flowing with seven-colored auspicious clouds, rose from the void behind him, the mirror emanating brilliant light, reflecting countless strands of chaotic divine light!

"The Heavenly Mirror?"

Fu Pinglan's expression shifted slightly, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes: "This treasure is actually in your hands and has become an Ancestor Weapon?!"

Upon seeing the Heavenly Mirror, Chu Zheng, high above the battlefield, furrowed his brow, lost in thought.

He had found quite a few fragments of this weapon in the Chaos Sea, never imagining it was created by Zheng Chu.

Below, Fu Pinglan's astonishment quickly faded, replaced by even fiercer fighting spirit and a chilling killing intent:

"What of the Ancestor Weapon? The Ancestor Weapons shattered by the Tao Tribulation Stick are countless, if this mirror is your trump card, today you are doomed!"

Buzz——

The Tao Tribulation Stick in Fu Pinglan's hand exploded with even more terrifying blood light, the stick's shadow shattered the Nine Heavens, fiercely disrupting the mirrored cosmic shadow, the stick's momentum undiminished, as if the Ancient Divine Mountain had collapsed, it struck brutally at the main body of the Heavenly Mirror.

Crack——

A sharp, ear-piercing sound of shattering resounded! The mirror surface, like glass, instantly cracked with countless spiderweb-like fissures, upon which reflected billions of fragmented and chaotic space-time remnants.

At the instant the mirror shattered, a sudden change occurred.

Seated within the mirror, Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu's figure suddenly blurred, dividing into numerous incarnations, instantly filling the River of Space-Time throughout past and present, impossible to distinguish true from false.

The countless incarnations filling the river did not attack Fu Pinglan but instantly transformed into dazzling golden divine chains, weaving and intertwining at a speed beyond time, forming an impenetrable golden cage around Heavenly Punishment Martial Ancestor!

Heavenly Punishment Martial Ancestor furrowed his brow slightly, yet remained calm. His body erupted with Blood Qi like a volcanic explosion, bursting with an intense blood light, a blood-colored long spear, wrapped in murderous aura, instantly condensed from his palm.

"Break!"

Heavenly Punishment shouted, the blood-colored spear shadow traversing the sky, bursting forth with brilliant divine splendor that tore apart myriad paths, the golden cage was pierced with a huge gap in an instant.

But in the next moment, the golden divine chain suddenly exerted force, pulling the cage just torn apart by Heavenly Punishment, along with Heavenly Punishment, into the River of Space-Time.

Under the eternal torrents of time, even an Ancestral Realm expert was instantly submerged in the surging waves.

Chu Zheng stood quietly on the bank of the River of Space-Time, watching the scene below unfold in the past.

Fu Pinglan's furious roar, Heavenly Punishment's fall into the river, all these images were indelibly etched into his eyes.

This scene, he had never witnessed before, but he easily deduced that this should be the battle where Fu Pinglan entered the Chaos Sea to seek out Zheng Chu.

But at this moment, Chu Zheng had no time to consider the causes and effects, for he suddenly sensed an invisible connection linking him to Zheng Chu.

He seemed to... could control Zheng Chu, directly assuming the body of this Incense Fire God.

All at once, Chu Zheng's heart surged with uncontrollable killing intent, surfacing in his eyes.

If he could, right here, kill Fu Pinglan, nothing thereafter would happen, Cangyun Realm could still be preserved, and Song Lingxue would not end up in this situation; perhaps everything could be reversed.

He took a deep breath, his mind sinking, without a moment's hesitation, attempting to establish a connection with Zheng Chu.

Above the River of Space-Time, an eerie silence fell, with only the waves continuing to roar.

Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu's expression was indifferent, his eyes lowered to glance at the Heavenly Mirror in his hand, riddled with cracks and dimmed in brilliance. He casually tossed it into the River of Space-Time below, allowing this damaged Ancestral Weapon to drift away with the currents, disappearing into the fragments of time.

His golden body no longer dazzling, revealing mottled old marks, as if it's been through millennia of wind and frost, its aura greatly diminished. Yet his demeanor remained as before, without joy or sorrow, without a ripple.

Fu Pinglan's eyes gradually calmed, he stowed away the Tao Tribulation Stick, and slowly walked to the edge of the River of Space-Time, sitting cross-legged across from Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu.

"Zheng Chu."

Fu Pinglan's voice was deep and and steady, carrying a peculiar penetrative power: "You may not know me yet, but I am already an acquaintance of yours."

Staring at the indifferent golden body, he continued: "The causal threads of past and future are countless and tangled. I haven't unraveled them yet. If you truly possess divine abilities..."

Speaking up to this point, he paused, then declared word by word:

"Have you ever calculated that today is the day of your death?"

Fu Pinglan appeared exceptionally composed. The greatest shackle of the Incense Fire Divine Dao is that, regardless of how strong the golden body, it is tied to the illusory willingness of devotees. Once the foundation wobbles, it's like a collapsing building.

In this battle, victory was already in his grasp.

Within these words, Chu Zheng had seamlessly injected his Divine Sense into Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu's body, completely controlling this golden body, like an extension of his own limbs.

He slowly lowered his eyes, faint golden light seeping from beneath, his face gradually unfolding. The originally cold visage of the golden body was infused with vitality, slowly awakening.

Sitting on the opposite bank, Fu Pinglan's gaze suddenly narrowed, a warning flashed in his heart. Without hesitation, he erupted into motion, drawing the Tao Tribulation Stick from the void.

Vast Tao essence pressed down, space-time was severed, the River of Space-Time seemingly boiled, exploding into towering monstrous waves.

Chu Zheng abruptly rose, colossal strength extending from the Dao Seed, transforming into pure Chaotic Primordial Qi. In an instant, it reshaped his flesh and blood, each strand of hair glistening, his aura changed suddenly, metamorphosing from an Incense Fire God into a true living creature.

He raised his finger slightly, a Great Divine Power of Return to the Origin instantly displayed, dissolving the blood-colored Tao essence beneath the Tao Tribulation Stick, converting it into the purest Primordial Qi in the heavens and the earth, sucked into his mouth as nourishment.

Clang!

Like an ancient jade fingertip meeting the Tao Tribulation Stick, a piercing clang echoed, sharp cries penetrating the Heavenly Spirit.

Chu Zheng's steps remained unmoved, while Fu Pinglan recoiled backward, terrifying colossal strength transmitted from the stick's body into his palm. For a moment, his palm and fingers trembled intensely, nearly failing to grip the Tao Tribulation Stick, cracking open numerous bloody wounds.

Move Stars Change Constellations, such a great divine power, now wielded by Chu Zheng once more, showed not a hint of awkwardness.

"Zheng Chu!"

Fu Pinglan's eyes suddenly brightened, not frightened but delighted, as the wounds on his hand healed in an instant, bursting into laughter:

"You have finally appeared!"

In the next moment, the blood and Qi around him began to surge frantically. In an instant, his flesh, bones, all limbs and even his Life Origin stoked fiercely.

The blood of the Martial Ancestor boiled, illuminating endless ages, shining through space-time, lighting up the Great Universe. In a flash, throughout the Myriad Heavens and Realms, a blood sun hung across the sky.

The Tao Tribulation Stick shone brilliantly, awakening fully from its slumber, the great momentum of the Martial Path fully manifest.

The silhouette of the Ancient Dao Transmission Road emerged behind Fu Pinglan, countless gazes cast from blood-red pillars towering to the sky.

Soon, living creatures perceived Chu Zheng's existence, faintly, eyes fell upon Chu Zheng's main body.

The Tao Tribulation Stick in an instant linked past, present, and future. This battle now fell into the eyes of those who have trodden the extreme peak of the Martial Path.

Chu Zheng at this moment no longer wished to concern himself with so much. Fixing his gaze on Fu Pinglan, within his eyes suffused with golden brilliance, murder intent surged wildly:

"Fu Pinglan... the mistakes you've committed, are irredeemable with a thousand deaths! The Martial Hall, must be exterminated!"

His expression still indifferent, he suddenly raised his hand, reaching into the River of Space-Time, with Space-time Laws entwining his fingers, instantaneously forming a Tao Sword.

The Tao Sword atop, concentrated all sorts of resplendent Dao Marks, the might of the Dao fully displayed.