Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

The continuous breakthroughs in cultivation had rendered Chu Zheng's already somewhat unstable foundation even more precarious.

Since Chu Zheng had entered the path of cultivation, less than thirty years had passed, yet he had already traversed through seven major secret realms and touched the threshold of becoming a True Immortal.

Leaving aside the innately powerful Otherkind, amongst the Human Race, such speed was almost unprecedented.

The path of cultivation was inherently like water carving through stone; to ensure stability, one naturally couldn't advance too quickly, as taking shortcuts often meant paying other unpredictable prices.

Had it not been for the strong foundation Chu Zheng laid in the Entry Dao Realm, achieving Perfection in the Five Elements Foundation and evolving into the Immortal Root, supplemented by the Yin Yang Immortal Bone as support, and his celestial talents in the Immortal Path reaching an unparalleled pinnacle, he certainly couldn't have achieved his current state.

Even so, Chu Zheng's current condition was like a pagoda in the sky, suspended mid-air, reaching neither heaven above nor earth below, always at risk of collapsing.

Fortunately, as his cultivation grew, the progress of refining his Small World also significantly improved. With a complete world as his support, he could stabilize his footing again and solidify his foundation to prepare for the Five Elements Great Tribulation after stepping into the True Immortal threshold.

This required some time; the repair interface couldn't help him, and he could only rely on himself.

The True Immortal Realm involved detaching from the world, contacting the Great Universe, mastering the Laws within, and during the baptism of the Yin Yang Five Elements Qi, crushing evil to assist the righteous, eliminating the false and retaining the true, only then could one attain Dao.

The eighth realm of cultivation, this realm, was the stage of Deification where all living creatures transformed. Lifespan, combat power, and mastery of the Laws would undergo qualitative changes, elevating the level of life, making the concept of Swallowing Stars and eclipsing sunsets no longer a mere metaphor.

For ordinary cultivators, stepping over the threshold of a True Immortal might require hundreds of years of preparation, but Chu Zheng had a faster method.

Once his Qi Refinement's Cultivation reached the peak of Dao Integration, minor flaws would naturally be remedied. With the Tribulation Qi now completely dispersed, this wouldn't take too long.

Unburdened by Tribulation Qi and with the Heavenly Fate Chu Zheng carried, his Qi Refinement's Cultivation improved daily.

During the six hundred years in the Tianwu Realm, the restoration of the Netherworld Phoenix's memories, hindered by the scarcity of Dead Soul Spirit Jade, did not progress very quickly.

Out of the thirty thousand, only seven thousand and three hundred were completed, barely one-quarter of the total.

Dead Soul Spirit Jade was not a common material, rare even in the Soul Origin Pool, and given Wu Tong's cultivation, he could only explore the surface, yielding not much.

Nevertheless, the attitude of the Netherworld Phoenix had softened considerably. She was no longer as resistant toward Wu Tong as before, seemingly recalling past memories, fostering some hope for restoration.

However, Chu Zheng always felt something was off. One-quarter of the memories, for a being who had lived for countless ages, was just a tiny fraction, especially given that these memories were incomplete and fragmented.

What was more important was that Wu Tong's attitude had made Chu Zheng sense something was amiss.

With the increase in the restoration of the Netherworld Phoenix's memories, Wu Tong's expression grew colder, like stagnant water, devoid of any waves, no longer excited as when he first discovered the means to restore memories.

Sometimes, when he glanced at the Netherworld Phoenix, there was always a hint of struggle, as if weighing his options.

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Inside a great hall woven from intertwining vines, dark energy surged covertly.

Many leaves that were once verdant had been thoroughly soaked by the evil aura, emitting a dark green light.

Outside the tree cage, Chu Zheng stood tall, the Dead Soul Spirit Jade in his hand gradually dissipating, transforming into a ray of Spiritual Light, and infused into the body of the woman in black inside the cage.

With the promotion in cultivation, his appearance now was almost indistinguishable from his true self, save for his slightly pale skin, nearly identical to a common person.

The previously congealed black blood inside had already started flowing, the heart had begun beating again, and with each heartbeat, the flowing black blood faintly shimmered with golden lines.

If he stepped further, crossing the Eighth-Order threshold and entering the domain of the Corpse King, turning black blood to gold, Chu Zheng would become a Holy Spirit, comparable to a True Immortal.

Wu Tong stood silently beside Chu Zheng, staring at the woman in black inside the cage, not uttering a word, his eyes shadowed. Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire

Over the years, the Netherworld Phoenix's demeanor had softened greatly, yet Wu Tong had never allowed her to step out of this cage, not even unlocking the Immortal Lock bound to her body, consistent as ever.

After a long moment, the Netherworld Phoenix slowly opened her eyes, raised her hand to rub her temple, silently digesting the additional memories.

After a short while, she put down her hand, stood up, and walked to the cage door, carrying a hint of pleading:

"Wu Tong, I want to go out. Staying here all day is too suffocating. Do you still remember how I used to hate being confined?"

Wu Tong didn't respond, a barely noticeable sorrow flickering in his eyes.

Unaware, the Netherworld Phoenix's gaze shifted as she continued:

"You shuttle between two realms, to and fro, it's too hard, and a lot of Dead Soul Spirit Jade gets wasted needlessly. Why don't we just live near the Soul Origin Pool? That way, I can recover my memories faster, what do you think?"

Her tone carried a hint of testing, her expression apprehensive, seemingly worried Wu Tong would not agree.

Wu Tong remained silent for a long time, then finally nodded slightly:

"Alright."

Click—

As his words fell, the Immortal Lock binding the Netherworld Phoenix broke, and the wooden cage slowly opened.

Seeing this, the Netherworld Phoenix rubbed her wrists, looking at the wide-open cage door, her eyes flickering with disbelief, wondering how Wu Tong could so easily agree to something she had longed for.