Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel-Chapter 1007 - 569: Killing His Wife, Imperial Edict_2

Chapter 1007: Chapter 569: Killing His Wife, Imperial Edict_2

But more than anything, there was a heaviness.

Inside the Jade Box, sealed within, was the body of Song Lingxue.

Back then, to save him, she did not hesitate to burn her Life Origin, forcibly pushing herself beyond her limits, ultimately suffering irreparable injuries to her Dao Foundation, her life force nearly completely extinguished.

If he had not sealed her into this Liu Guang Jade Box in time, freezing her final thread of life and time, she would have long since perished, her soul returning to reincarnation.

Now, he already held thirty percent of the Heavenly Fate. If he could add the portion carried by Song Lingxue...

Then his total control over the Heavenly Fate would reach fifty-five percent.

Fifty-five percent, this was a crucial point, signifying a predetermined outcome.

Only by holding more than fifty percent of the Heavenly Fate could he forcibly compel the Immortal Dao Heavenly Fate True Spirit, hidden deep within the Immortal Dao Origin, to manifest, slaying it and thereby determining the cosmic order and reclaiming the complete Heaven’s Mandate.

If the Heavenly Fate was less than fifty percent, he would not be able to lock onto the True Spirit of Heavenly Fate. At that time, there would only be one way to achieve his goal.

To slay all Immortal Path Cultivators, using endless slaughter and causality to forcibly shake the foundation of the Immortal Path, forcing out the True Spirit of Heavenly Fate. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Such a path would have unimaginable ramifications, with the number of dead living creatures numbering in the billion trillions, creating a karmic burden too heavy to bear.

It was an absolute path of no return that Chu Zheng was unwilling to tread.

After contemplating for a moment and weighing all the pros and cons in his mind, the last trace of hesitation in Chu Zheng’s eyes completely disappeared.

He slowly raised his hand, gentle Chaotic Primordial Qi flowing from his fingertips, lightly touching the Time and Space Dao Patterns on the surface of the Liu Guang Jade Box.

Click...

The lid of the Jade Box slowly slid open.

In an instant, a gentle Immortal Light burst forth from within the box, illuminating Chu Zheng’s face and dispersing the slight chaos mist surrounding him.

Within the Immortal Light, a figure slowly emerged, suspended above the Jade Box.

It was Song Lingxue.

Her face had lost all color, transparent like crystal, a sheet of pallor.

Underneath her skin were countless fine cracks like a spider’s web. These cracks were the external manifestation of her collapsed Dao Foundation and Life Origin depleted to the extreme, like a piece of glazed porcelain about to shatter completely.

Her eyes were tightly shut, long and dense lashes weakly covering her eyelids like butterfly wings, without the slightest twitch; her lips dry, devoid of moisture and luster, her aura around her weakened to the extreme, like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

The gentle Immortal Light illuminated Song Lingxue’s pale visage.

Time, in this Cave Heaven World, seemed to become slow and heavy.

In the next moment, Song Lingxue’s eyelids fluttered slightly, her tightly closed eyes slowly opening into a thin slit.

When she first opened her eyes, her pupils were unfocused, as if still immersed in endless darkness.

Her gaze swept across the surroundings, and the moment she saw Chu Zheng, a hint of urgency flashed in her originally unfocused eyes, almost reflexively.

Her lips moved slightly, eager to ask something, her memory still lingering on the moment they escaped into the Universe.

However, before her weak voice could sound, the first words Chu Zheng spoke froze all the emotions that had just arisen within her, leaving her utterly stunned, as though struck by lightning.

"My memories have fully recovered. Thank you, Daoist Xue Qing, for your assistance all the way."

Chu Zheng’s voice was calm, low, carrying the aloofness and gravity of someone long in power, overlooking all beings. His expression at this moment was grave, devoid of any past warmth, only calmness.

His voice faltered, his gaze falling upon Song Lingxue’s cracked and shocking face, continuing to speak with regret and helplessness:

"Now that the Heavenly Fate is scattered, your Dao Foundation collapsed, your Life Origin exhausted, already a spent force with no oil left in the lamp, it is not that I am unwilling to save you, but truly... incapable of reversing fate, I hope Daoist will not blame me."

At this moment, Chu Zheng was quickly weighing things internally.

Judging from Song Lingxue’s earlier state, it was evident that the part of memory belonging to Xue Qing had likely revived as well.

Since that was the case, speaking of it as husband and wife was rather untimely, and addressing her as Daoist was undoubtedly more appropriate at this moment.

He knew clearly in his heart, the condition of Song Lingxue, or rather Xue Qing.

Her Dao Foundation utterly collapsed, Life Origin burnt to emptiness, her Divine Soul filled with cracks.

Such injuries, unless he could immediately grasp the complete Reincarnation Authority, forcibly intervening in the Reincarnation Law, to reshape her soul body and restore her Dao Foundation, were truly beyond reversal.

He could not save her.

At least, until he acquired the full Heavenly Fate and reestablished Yin Yang reincarnation, he could not.

So, before him, there remained only one choice left, to take out the Heavenly Fate within her while she still had a last breath.

Otherwise, once her life force completely extinguished, and she died with her Dao fading, the Dao Seed containing immense Heavenly Fate would fall into reincarnation along with her residual soul. By then, extracting it would be as hard as ascending to the heavens.

He would need to spend endless ages deducing, looking for it, during which countless obstacles and variables would arise.

He could not afford to wait, nor could this universe.

For the greater good, he had to make a choice.

Xue Qing... Daoist?

Song Lingxue stared blankly at Chu Zheng, hearing this slightly distant address, her eyes rapidly reddened, a layer of mist uncontrollably spreading, blurring her vision.

She bit her lower lip fiercely, taking a deep breath, this simple motion pulling on the severe Dao injuries within her, causing her to involuntarily let out a series of low coughs.