Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

As they ran, they all reverted to their original forms, shedding their human disguises. Under the starry sky, the sounds of dragons roaring and tigers growling, and phoenixes chirping and cranes crying, filled the air.

In the Myriad Realms, without permission, no foreign beings had the right to maintain a human form, which was considered an overstep.

They were well aware of this unspoken rule.

At this moment, there was no pressure in their hearts. Calculating the time, the younger generations of all races within the realm had already escaped; the Cangyun Realm was doomed sooner or later, so there was no need to needlessly sacrifice their lives.

Seeing this scene, the expressions of many Cangyun Cultivators turned somewhat dismal; unlike these demons, they had no way out.

Ji Yuyan's breathing became more chaotic, and after a moment, determination flashed in his eyes. He turned back and waved his sleeve, activating the array that sealed the entry to the spatial passageway.

The Immortal Treasures were suppressed in midair, unable to move, only the Tongxuan Spiritual Treasures that had not yet been used could barely be retrieved.

He sent all the retrievable Tongxuan Spiritual Treasures into the passageway along with a six-character decree:

[All demons must be exterminated!]

The remaining Tongxuan Spiritual Treasures naturally knew what to do.

Despite Ji Yuyan's actions, the many Demon Kings who had merged into the Myriad Realms' forces showed no sign of concern; their kin had already left Cangyun by this time.

"Leave the Immortal Treasures and Immortal Flame behind, I'll hold them off for a while."

Ji Yuyan's voice resounded in the minds of many cultivators:

"Go back and check on your disciples and students. I won't be able to manage much after my death, so you can make your own decisions."

The implicit meaning was that he was letting these cultivators go; after the Myriad Realms entered Cangyun, they could choose to surrender.

Although the path of immortality was cut off, they could at least save their lives.

A hint of fatigue involuntarily emerged between Ji Yuyan's brows.

After igniting the Immortal Flame and the Immortal Treasures, the area near the spatial passageway should produce a massive amount of turbulence. Reopening it would take at least ten to fifteen days.

This was the last delay he could manage.

The reinforcements from the Immortal Alliance were delayed; now that the tides had turned, this was all he could do.

However, after Ji Yuyan transmitted his message, not a single person moved to step into the spatial passageway.

"What is there to fear in death? If Immortal Ji is willing to sacrifice his life for Cangyun, so are we."

"If the path to immortality is severed, it's better to die on the battlefield than to barely survive in this world. What meaning is there to such an existence?"

"My Song Clan had four True Immortals among my ancestors. As a prominent True Immortal family, fleeing the battlefield would disgrace the honor of our predecessors."

Under a toppled nest, how can there be unbroken eggs?

In the Myriad Realms' invasion of Cangyun, the most valued descendants and disciples would have their paths to immortality severed.

They had the potential to reach higher realms but now had to stop here. For a cultivator, this was a hundred times more terrifying than death.

As fellow cultivators, they could naturally empathize with this feeling.

From the moment they set foot in the spatial passageway, they had put their lives aside.

Moreover, major powers that had survived to this day usually had some life-saving tricks up their sleeves. Before coming here, most had already arranged their affairs.

Rather than entering the spatial passageway wasting time with tugs and pulls, it was better to stay and send news of their death as quickly as possible, letting their descendants flee for their lives.

Ji Yuyan scanned the crowd of cultivators and his gaze stopped on Geng Yiyang.

"Why are you looking at me?"

At the brink of death, Geng Yiyang's tone was devoid of the previous respect, and his cloudy eyes flashed with a hint of amusement:

"Before I left, I had already arranged all my affairs. At this point, to return disgraced would ruin the reputation I've protected all my life. Besides, some people would rather see me dead sooner."

Among the crowd, Geng Yiyang's mindset was undeniably the most relaxed; he knew that Chu Zheng pursued a Heretic Path, and even if the Myriad Realms invaded Cangyun, the worst-case scenario, with Chu Zheng's methods, survival wouldn't be difficult. At the very least, he would preserve a Fire Seed for Taixuan.

Geng Yiyang's gaze flashed briefly towards the Taixu Saint Lord, not far away. He considered half-raising an outcry over the deaths of You Ziyun and Ye Yulou years ago, but then it struck him that he was close to death as well.

After the Myriad Realms enter Cangyun, the Tai Xu Holy Land will cease to exist, and questioning these matters now seemed utterly meaningless.

Years of cunning plots among the various Holy Lands, under the overwhelming presence of the Heavenly Immortal's Dharma Aspect from the Myriad Realms, now seemed petty and pitiful.

The gaze of the Taixu Saint Lord met his, and in mutual understanding, they fell into silence.

A cold, solemn aura spread, almost freezing the void, heavy with the scent of death.

Watching this scene, Shang Zuling, who sat cross-legged on a meteor, took a deep breath. Her body surged with a brilliant blood light, and strands of fresh blood seeped from the pores of her skin, forming a mysterious talismatic pattern in the void.

These old beings were prepared to meet their deaths nobly, but she was not yet ready to die. Her path as an Immortal had only just begun. How could it be cut so short?

The reason she had chosen the name 'Ancestral Spirit' was due to the protection of her ancestor's spirit within her. Yet, until today, she had never thought she would one day ask that ancestor for help.

Reluctantly, wanting to break free from her ancestor's constraints to prove her own extraordinary nature, Shang Zuling had no choice but to seek help from that never-before-met ancestor.

Cangyun Immortal King.

In an instant, the talismatic pattern had formed. Shang Zuling hesitated only briefly before she squeezed out the activation incantation through clenched teeth:

"Ancestor, save me!"

Hum—

The variegated aura in the starry sky suddenly stagnated, and the flow of time seemed to slow, until it halted.

The Heavenly Immortal standing before the Myriad Realms' camp's lines suddenly changed his expression, an involuntary flash of terror crossing his eyes as he felt the Tribulation Qi engulfing him start to churn.

He had been in seclusion for a long time, greatly advancing his cultivation, and had even ascended two minor levels without yet managing to transform his tribulation. He had hurried to this battlefield because of the Ancestral Dao, a matter of great importance.

Experienced with traversing tribulations, he was confident enough to delay the explosion of his great tribulation.

But now, under some unknown influence, the previously calm Tribulation Qi had exploded prematurely!

What shocked him even more was that after the outbreak, the Tribulation Qi had violently surged, seemingly endless, and in the blink of an eye, it had transformed from a routine tribulation into a life-and-death great tribulation, and it was far from over.

Seeing this, he did not hesitate, using a Secret Technique to temporarily suppress the Tribulation Qi.

Then, with a flip of the palm of his Communicating Heaven Dharma Aspect, he instantaneously connected through space and time. He moved several Qi Cultivators and a small part of the Seventh Order Cultivators from the Myriad Realms camp light years away, far from the battlefield.

However, the brief delay allowed the life-and-death great tribulation's Qi to escalate further, ultimately morphing into a death tribulation.

A visible black mist emerged from the overflowing Immortal Light of the Dharma Aspect, filled with ominous signs.

Many cultivators of the Myriad Realms' camp, along with the newly defected Demon King, had no idea what had happened, and looked puzzled.

But in the next moment, their expressions changed dramatically. Their bodies seemed to be immovably sandwiched within an invisible barrier, unable to move the slightest bit, their Mana completely suppressed, unresponsive no matter how they tried to activate it.

Hum—

A bridge of Immortal Light, forming a rainbow that bridged time and space, emerged from the end of the universe, extending to them. Wherever it passed, Immortal Light overflowed, creating endless extraordinary scenes.

In an instant, under the starry dome, a figure abruptly appeared, indistinct and somewhat ethereal, as if just a shadow.

Only the Heavenly Immortal had the energy to speak, his tone tinged with sadness:

"Projection of the Immortal King..."

Facing the projection of an Immortal King, he had no chance of survival. The brief moment of delay had cost him the last opportunity to escape.

The power of the Immortal King, through the residual Qi between heaven and earth, had instantly understood the causes and consequences of the situation, without needing any explanation.

His eyes cast down, without making a move, the Heavenly Immortal's Dharma Aspect began to dissolve, like snow into boiling soup, along with his physical body, disintegrating in the blink of an eye.

The many cultivators in the Myriad Realms, still unresponsive, followed suit, turning into cosmic ash.

The next instant, a profound whisper echoed under the starry sky:

"Zhao Tingxian, having failed in his duty to oversee the Heavenly Dao, due to personal desires, concealed the presence of the outer realm demons without reporting. He shall be executed, proceed to the Immortal Alliance to receive your punishment, followers to be judged equally."

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