Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel-Chapter 1011 - 569: Killing the Wife, Edict of Law_6

Chapter 1011: Chapter 569: Killing the Wife, Edict of Law_6

His lifespan was nearly exhausted, and he might not even live until that time.

Moreover, how was he to safely transport him from the Great Universe to the depths of this Vast Universe’s Ancient Hall in such a short time?

Conventional methods would take a long time and could easily provoke unforeseen complications.

A flash of inspiration suddenly crossed Yan Feng’s mind.

The Supreme Treasure of the Immortal Alliance, the Holy Spirit Plate.

It was one of the treasured inheritances of the Immortal Alliance, capable of forcibly penetrating two boundary walls within a certain time and constructing a relatively stable passage.

Retrieving the Holy Spirit Plate into his hand, at that moment he would leave behind a Divine Sense, which should be enough to ensure Song Lingxue’s survival.

However, since the Holy Spirit Plate is a significant treasure of the Immortal Alliance, utilizing it was by no means an easy task.

One would either pay a huge price to trade with the Immortal Alliance or have to resort to extraordinary methods.

A cold gleam flashed in Yan Feng’s eyes.

He said no more, took one last look at the nearby Ancient Hall, turned and stepped away, disappearing without a trace.

Erosion Sun Rain looked in the direction where Yan Feng vanished, silent for a long time.

He didn’t know what Yan Feng had seen in the letter, but now, he only needed to wait for someone to arrive at the appointment, then activate the third decree.

As for Yan Feng’s earlier words about the Ancestral Dao’s death, that had nothing to do with him; he just needed to do what needed to be done.

In the battle during the Ancient Times, the Ancestral Dao survived, so naturally, there would be a backup plan.

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Chu Zheng walked within the River of Space-Time, his steps seemingly slow, but with each tread, time flowed along.

His gaze was like a heavenly mirror hanging high above the ages, penetrating the layers of space-time mist and falling into the Great Universe.

He saw Yan Feng, after receiving the message, traverse the endless void, arrive at the Vast Universe, and take the crucial letter from Erosion Sun Rain.

Subsequently, Chu Zheng’s sight followed Yan Feng’s figure, leaving the Vast Universe, entering the Great Universe, finding the Candle Star, and finally using half of Heaven’s Fortune to retrieve the Immortal Alliance’s Supreme Treasure, the Holy Spirit Plate.

By then, Yan Feng’s lifespan was like a candle in the wind, nearing its end.

Chu Zheng stopped his steps through the River of Space-Time; his gaze grew more complicated, following Yan Feng, watching the conclusion he chose for himself.

Under his watchful eyes, Yan Feng arrived at the Incomplete Boundary, still in that gray robe, his face serene, with Feng Ting by his side. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

In the next moment, Yan Feng’s physical body shattered with a roar, transforming into streaks of blood patterns, flowing toward the breach in the Boundary.

Using his body to mend the Boundary.

It was to use all of himself to mend the world’s deficiency.

The blood patterns flowed and reached the edge of the Boundary breach.

With the nourishment of his flesh and blood,

the shattered walls lightly trembled, the edges, like revived flesh, began to slowly heal.

The whole process was silent.

Chu Zheng silently watched, observing the last traces of Yan Feng’s existence completely dissipate.

After a while, the gap in the Boundary grew completely, restored to its original state.

The moment the Boundary gap was fully healed, a funeral bell resounded with a thunderous boom.

The bell’s majestic sound lingered, resonating continuously in the Divine Soul depths of many in the Ancestral Realm, carrying an indifferent Dao resonance.

A Martial Ancestor who stood atop the Myriad Realms, at this moment, had completely fallen.

Within the River of Space-Time, Chu Zheng still stood quietly.

The bell that resounded in the minds of all in the Ancestral Realm echoed likewise within his spirit.

Looking at the restored Boundary, Chu Zheng’s thoughts, like a tipped-over bottle of various flavors, grew increasingly complex and indescribable.

Yan Feng was Xue Qing’s only remaining disciple, and now he had also passed away.

The outcome of today, though his own choice, was a consequence of his opening of the Boundary’s breach.

No matter what, Yan Feng’s fate had ultimately reached its end, passing unnoticed.

Even those in the Ancestral Realm, transcending mundane life and death, still struggled within larger causes and destiny.

Chu Zheng shifted his gaze from the Boundary, looking toward Feng Ting nearby.

Feng Ting apparently was long prepared, his body erupting with Immortal Light, collecting the Heaven’s Fortune belonging to Yan Feng that was about to dissipate into the world.

Thus, the Heaven’s Fortune of the Immortal Dao changed to two and a half.

Chu Zheng took a deep breath, withdrew his gaze, ready to continue forward when an unexpected change arose.

Having absorbed half of Heaven’s Fortune, with his aura surging greatly, Feng Ting seemed to sense something, suddenly raising his head, his gaze piercing through space-time, landing on the River of Space-Time above.

In the next instant, Feng Ting stepped forth, surrounded by the surging Space-time Laws, forcibly tearing open a fleeting entrance connecting to the River of Space-Time. His figure merged into it, reappearing before Chu Zheng.

The two, in this vast river bearing endless ages, were at arm’s length.

The river flowed beneath their feet, countless Space-Time Fragments flitting past them like fleeting shadows, reflecting the myriad heavens and realms, illusions of the past and future.

Chu Zheng remained silent, watching the suddenly appearing Feng Ting, and in the depths of his eyes, a faint golden light slowly emerged.

Beyond the massive Immortal Dao aura from the newly absorbed, yet to be fully refined, half of Heaven’s Fortune on Feng Ting, Chu Zheng also sensed a very subtle familiar presence.

That presence did not belong to Feng Ting himself, but originated from the Heaven’s Fortune enveloping him.

The source of this aura was all too familiar to Chu Zheng.

It was Yun Tianji.

The one who rose during the Primordial Era and single-handedly built the Immortal Alliance.

He was still alive, and his aura had apparently become indistinguishably entwined with the Immortal Dao Heavenly Destiny.

Now it seemed, the Heavenly Destiny True Spirit’s warning from later generations was also Yun Tianji’s arrangement.

Some ripples stirred in Chu Zheng’s heart, but he was not surprised, having already noticed a clue during the Ancient Times.

It now appeared that Yun Tianji had finally succeeded, existing alongside the Good Corpse.

Feng Ting gazed at the figure suddenly appearing in the River of Space-Time, one he couldn’t see through at all, and his expression became extremely solemn, as if facing a formidable foe.

He spoke lowly, his voice resonating through the River of Space-Time:

"Who are you?"

Chu Zheng did not answer his question.

His gaze pierced through Feng Ting’s flesh and Divine Soul, directly observing the hidden mark belonging to Yun Tianji deep within.

Endless thoughts flashed like lightning in his mind.

This contest for the Dao, continuing since the Primordial Era, was finally reaching an end.

After a moment’s silence, Chu Zheng gave Feng Ting a deep look, then decisively turned away, ignoring Feng Ting, full of wariness, and walked toward the future.

To him, killing Yun Tianji now was merely a matter of lifting his hand.

Before the five and a half of Heaven’s Fortune, no one could stir up any waves.