Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

At this moment, the killing intent in Chu Zheng's heart had been completely aroused. As he now knew, Fu Pinglan had always been the catalyst for many upheavals.

If this fuse could be severed early, the Great Universe could at least have an additional five hundred years of peace!

"Ridiculous, what fault do I have?!"

Fu Pinglan sneered coldly, the golden patterns on the Tao Tribulation Stick in his palm glowing more brilliantly as he smashed it down:

"Die!"

Chu Zheng rose into the air, the Tao Sword in his hand resounding with a metallic hum as he raised his sword for a horizontal slash, his eyes showing not a hint of hesitation.

Since his divine skills could still operate at this moment, he must now have the opportunity to kill Fu Pinglan.

Clang——

The sound of metal clashing erupted.

Fu Pinglan's eyes turned slightly red as the Tao Tribulation Stick trembled violently, suppressing the force of recoil. He couldn't stop coughing blood, his insides were injured, but he did not take a single step back, nearly deranged.

His muscles bulged all over his body, the Ancestor Blood within thunderously echoing as it crazily surged into his heart. Wielding the Tao Tribulation Stick, he swung it tens of thousands of times in an instant, filling the sky with shadows of the stick.

Terrifying colossal strength continuously transmitted from the sword edge. In a flash, the Tao Sword Chu Zheng had just condensed was smashed and broken, his flesh continuously rupturing, but under the operation of the Dao Seed, it instantly healed again, unaffected in the slightest.

Within the River of Space-Time, he had fully integrated the many Great Divine Powers within the Dao Seed, standing almost in an invincible position.

Fu Pinglan was covered in cracks, injured by the rebound force of the Tao Tribulation Stick, halting his steps.

Chu Zheng did not intend to give Fu Pinglan any chance to breathe. In a blink of an eye, he drew out a brand new Tao Sword from the River of Space-Time.

The scattered Ancestor Blood of Fu Pinglan transformed into a mighty Yuan Qi, absorbed into his mouth, the golden light in his eyes growing even more intense, killing intent cold and fierce.

Chu Zheng raised his sword again, killing intent boiling, slashing towards the side of Fu Pinglan's neck, intending to decapitate him with one stroke.

In the rush, Fu Pinglan could only press down his injuries, raise the stick to block sideways, trying to dodge, but he was a step too slow, unable to avoid the sword edge.

Buzz——

Wan Wenfeng, who was aiding from the side, suddenly intervened in the battlefield.

In just a blink, he managed to push Fu Pinglan half a step aside, avoiding the danger of death, but the Power of Space-Time wrapped around Chu Zheng's sword edge still cut off Fu Pinglan's right arm.

Chu Zheng glanced at Wan Wenfeng, a slight frown on his brow.

Before he could strike again, the River of Space-Time beneath his feet suddenly underwent dramatic changes, surging restlessly, the downstream rolling up tumultuous waves, the waters of time suddenly reversing, flowing rapidly backward.

Witnessing this, Chu Zheng felt the immense repulsion from the River of Space-Time.

Fu Pinglan could not die at this moment, nor should he die at this moment; this was the answer given by the River of Space-Time.

Chu Zheng lowered his head, releasing the Tao Sword in his hand somewhat powerlessly, allowing the waters of the River of Space-Time to sweep over, erasing the existence of this Incense Flame Golden Body.

Reversing ancient history is not something living creatures can achieve. If a drastically irrational change occurs, the River of Space-Time will automatically adjust, erasing the unstable factors.

If Chu Zheng insisted on intervening, attempting to alter this past, it would mean causing time to flow completely backward, rendering endless ages void, everything he knew of the future would cease to exist, and he himself would be erased.

The past that has already unfolded cannot be altered, or rather, it is already destined.

Chu Zheng's consciousness returned to his body, gazing silently at the restless River of Space-Time beneath his feet.

In the end, with a light sigh, he continued slowly moving toward the past.

The reaction of the River of Space-Time already revealed a lot of information.

Ancient history... cannot be altered, at least he cannot do it now.

He continued forward, and soon saw a familiar figure.

It was Yan Feng, a Martial Ancestor of a previous era.

He held the Tao Tribulation Stick, killing an Ancient Ancestor by the River of Space-Time, with the surging Evil Qi instantly cleansed by the timestream.

Chu Zheng wasn't unfamiliar with this Martial Ancestor who killed an Ancient Ancestor with the Tao Tribulation Stick.

When at the Cosmic Edge, he had encountered him, when a Nine-Tiered Perfect Evil Demon named 'Tu Jingchuan' sacrificed himself to help open a Space Channel leading directly to the Great Universe.

If Yan Feng hadn't come to aid in time, he wouldn't be here now; he would have died long ago.

Furthermore, if it weren't for the Holy Spirit Plate Yan Feng left behind, both he and Song Lingxue would have died at the hands of Fu Pinglan. Coupled with the will left for the Martial Path, Yan Feng had helped him immensely.

Chu Zheng's emotions churned, and after a glance, he prepared to continue forward.

Without a suitable medium like the previous Incense Flame Golden Body, he couldn't intervene in disputes and could only keep moving forward.

But in the next instant, his body stiffened slightly, stopping in his tracks.

Yan Feng raised his head, meeting Chu Zheng's gaze, the slightly cloudy eyes swirling with emotions Chu Zheng couldn't discern.

In the next moment, Yan Feng gripped the Tao Tribulation Stick tighter, the blood and Qi around him boiling, killing intent faintly emerging.

Noticing this killing intent, Chu Zheng frowned slightly. Had Yan Feng actually noticed his presence?!

After a few breaths, with a cautious heart, Chu Zheng was about to speak when Yan Feng suddenly smirked self-deprecatingly, turned around abruptly, and left the Space-time Domain, disappearing without a trace.

This strange reaction left Chu Zheng even more puzzled.

He paused for a long while, cutting off the many distracting thoughts unceasingly surfacing, taking a deep breath, striding forward without looking back at the numerous bloody reflections splashing in the River of Space-Time.

No matter how many questions he had now, being hesitant and wavering was meaningless at this moment.

Thinking of this, Chu Zheng quickened his pace, plunging ahead.