Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

"Taixuan Holy Land... Chief Disciple of True Transmission..."

Qiu Shi's expression slightly altered, and he glanced at the Spirit Shadow Lion beside him, hurriedly speaking up:

"Daoist Chu, there might be some misunderstanding here, I wasn't aware of your identity before..."

The cultivators of the Hundred Demons Assembly, mostly concentrated their efforts on the magical beasts they nurtured.

Connecting with beasts, borrowing the power of magical beasts, and integrating human intelligence, with the Spirit Shadow Lion beside him, Qiu Shi wasn't afraid even of cultivators who had achieved Perfection in the Entry Dao Realm.

But once there was a problem with the magical beasts, his strength would be greatly discounted, and he might not even match a cultivator in the Mid Entry Dao Realm.

"I had already asked you earlier if you wanted me to leave a way out for you."

Chu Zheng surveyed his surroundings, spotting some cultivators approaching from a distance, he slightly shook his head and drew out the Town Immortal Mace:

"You weren't willing to back off when there was still room behind you, now there's no way forward and you want to turn back? Where in the world is there such an easy deal."

Qiu Shi's submission was merely because he lost the powerful aid of the Spirit Shadow Lion, and had little to do with his identity.

This point, Chu Zheng understood perfectly well.

Qiu Shi's eyes turned fierce, his gaze swept towards the Spirit Shadow Lion, and he placed his hands behind his back, secretly forming hand seals.

The Sect that tamed magical beasts had their own set of suppression methods, but using such forceful control usually meant that it was time to replace the magical beast.

However, before the spell could be cast, Qiu Shi suddenly saw darkness before his eyes as heat waves assaulted him, and a figure appeared before him.

Hum—

The Jade Mace fell, wrapped in a burst of clear light, instantly dissolving the mana-condensed protective aura, shattering Qiu Shi's skull, along with his unformed Divine Soul, reducing everything to ashes.

Chu Zheng had been consistently observing the fluctuations of Qi within Qiu Shi's body. Sensing something amiss, he had instantly acted without giving him a chance to reveal his techniques.

In the instant he killed Qiu Shi, Chu Zheng's gaze intensified.

In his perception, the Qi within the surrounding environment once again altered, and the speed of Qi circulation within his body increased slightly.

The world's recognition of him had increased.

This had nothing to do with Immortal Path Cultivators; previously, Meng Xian, who was much higher in cultivation than Qiu Shi and had also died by his hand, didn't trigger such a change.

The only difference between them was the Hidden Dragon List.

Chu Zheng had now gained some understanding of the invisible Heavenly Fate governed by the world.

He quickly deduced the causes and consequences, his eyes brimming with divine radiance.

The Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects wasn't just as simple as it seemed on the surface; it was about feeding one person with the fate of many exceptional talents.

Channeling the resources of the entire world into one person, to ultimately nurture the most dazzling Immortal blossom.

Those who participated in the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects had a farewell ceremony before leaving their sects, sacrificing animals and offering their blood to the heavens.

In this process, they were essentially handing over their fate to the Heavenly Dao of this world.

From the perspective of the Immortal Alliance, absorbing fresh energy in such a way was undoubtedly the most efficient and effortless method.

A hundred Tongxuan does not compare to a single Demi Immortal.

"Dammit!"

A furious roar came from the sky as an Ink Flood Dragon clad in ink scales shot out from the void afar, heading straight for Chu Zheng.

Atop the Flood Dragon's head stood a middle-aged man, crowned with gold and dressed in bright yellow vestment robe embroidered with dragon patterns, his expression furious.

His aura was overwhelmingly powerful, clearly a Great Cultivator in Soul Condensing Realm, even within the Soul Condensing Realm, he could be considered a formidable being.

The aura of that Ink Flood Dragon was even more terrifying, almost comparable to Han Yuliang, who had broken through to Divine Infant Realm on the battlefield that day, achieving Soul Condensing Realm Perfection.

Most of the prodigies participating in the Great Tournament had Protectors.

An hour ago, Chu Zheng had arrived and been hiding in the void, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

The brief moment when the Flood Dragon was out hunting had been his chance.

Tribulation Qi began to surge around him, yet Chu Zheng couldn't help but crack a smile.

Indeed...

This contest of Hidden Dragons might just be the greatest opportunity for him.

To monopolize the Heavenly Fate of an entire realm, for a Qi Cultivator, there was no faster path.

Chu Zheng looked up at the sky, with Qi coursing through his organs, then immediately a flash of thunder light emerged in his palm, charging directly towards the Ink Flood Dragon.

Five Thunder Righteous Law!

Boom—

The blinding electric light, thunderous rumbling before the sound reached, the electricity had already struck beside the Flood Dragon, like a heavy hammer hitting its flank.

Ang—

The Ink Flood Dragon roared in pain, its scales under the belly cracked open, muscles tightened, blood flowed like a fountain, with threads of electricity crackling.

Even amidst the immense gap in cultivation, the punitive force of nature still took effect.

Seizing the moment the Ink Flood Dragon stiffened, Chu Zheng glanced at the Spirit Shadow Lion nearby.

After a moment's hesitation, Chu Zheng abandoned the idea of stuffing it into the Small World, decisively turning around and beginning his escape.

After all, it was a magical beast, and only momentarily deterred, it had reined in its ferocious nature. Rashly placing it in the Small World could cause harm.

A magical beast in the Late Stage of the Entry Dao Realm was not worth the risk.

This event had further validated the influence of a Qi Cultivator over magical beasts, and the gains were substantial enough.

A streak of firelight shot straight into the sky, splitting the night like a shooting star, heading south.

Before making his move, Chu Zheng had already figured out the location of the Hundred Demons Assembly.

As the Hundred Demons Assembly was situated to the north of the Southern Region, he ran in the opposite direction to maximize his chances of escaping the trap.

Now invoking Fire God Transformation and the Qi Cultivator's divine ability to Ride the Clouds and Drive the Mist, his escape speed was as fast as lightning, far surpassing the limits of an Entry Dao Realm cultivator, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

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