Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel-Chapter 536: Revised: 375: Metamorphic Transformation

Unlike the scorching heat outside, the palace’s interior was icy cold, permeated with a faint scent of blood.

Over a dozen corpses were scattered inside the hall, their fresh blood staining the Jade Steps red.

Two squads of armored cultivators stood silently at the foot of the steps.

A man clad in black armor sat behind the Dragon Desk, gazing at the expansive map before him with a calm expression.

Three years in the Great Universe, over three hundred years had passed in the Chaos Sea.

Three hundred years were enough to bring about earth-shattering changes in a Great Realm.

Chu Zheng sorted through the memories of the Armor Demon incarnation and only then did he understand the sequence of events.

The place he was currently at was the Royal Capital of the Sea Heart Dynasty, and his host’s current identity was the Emperor of the Shixing Dynasty, with a cultivation level at the early stage of Heavenly Immortal.

In just over three hundred years, he had ascended from being a mortal to a Heavenly Immortal, and was now on the verge of reaching Heavenly Immortal Perfection. Such unprecedented progress could never have been achieved without the Armor Demon’s exceptional affinity with the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi.

During these three hundred years, the fusion between the Armor Demon incarnation and the host had deepened further, making them almost inseparable.

The current appearance of the host was almost indistinguishable from Chu Zheng’s main body.

Correspondingly, the host’s desires grew incessantly with his increasing power.

In three hundred years, he went from being a ruler of a small country to conquering cities and kingdoms, annihilating countless dynasties until he became a true overlord in his realm.

This Great Realm, called ‘Ancient Crossing,’ where the Hundred Countries divided the region, and the Shixing Dynasty commanded an immense territory stretching millions of miles, with countless subjects, was already among the prominent nations, almost reaching midstream.

After a while, ‘Chu Zheng’ slowly closed the map in front of him and looked at the armored cultivators below the steps, speaking softly:

“Within a month, integrate the Sea Heart Dynasty entirely into our dynasty’s territory.”

He did not ask if it could be done; he merely issued an order.

“Yes.”

The cultivators bowed in unison, without any objections.

“Wait!”

A low shout came from outside the hall, and a middle-aged man strode in, dressed in an official’s robe trimmed with purple, his figure tall and slender, in his forties. He frowned at the sight before him and asked sharply:

“The Sea Heart Dynasty is a vassal state of our Tiantong Dynasty. Who gave you the guts to lay hands on our vassal state?!”

His voice was loud and imperious, clearly not putting anyone in the hall in his eyes.

The armored cultivators glanced at ‘Chu Zheng’ on the Dragon Throne. Seeing no reaction from him, they immediately understood and silently stepped back half a step.

‘Chu Zheng’ looked at the newcomer with interest: “So the Tiantong Dynasty… only sent you alone?”

“I am Qiao Zhong, Vice Governor of the Bureau of Publicity and Administration of the Tiantong Dynasty.”

The middle-aged man glanced at everyone in the hall, his expression icy: “You have sent troops without cause, trespassing on our vassal state. This crime cannot go unpunished!”

‘Chu Zheng’ tilted his head slightly, his smile growing wider: “What will you do?”

“You must be Chu Zheng, the ruler of the Shixing Dynasty.”

Qiao Zhong raised his eyes to examine the man on the Dragon Throne, frowning:

“Now that the Sea Heart Dynasty has been annihilated by you, your Shixing Dynasty should submit to us on its behalf. As the ruler, you are the primary culprit and should bind yourself to return with me to the capital for judgment by our Emperor.”

With that, his brows relaxed, and he spoke softly: “My lord is magnanimous; he probably won’t be too harsh on you.”

The Tiantong Dynasty was one of the six great dynasties within the Hundred Countries, eyeing them like a tiger, and as its envoy, he had the confidence to speak thus.

‘Chu Zheng’ gradually lost his smile: “Finished speaking?”

Qiao Zhong sensed the killing intent emanating from Chu Zheng, his face changing instantly:

“How dare you!”

Plop!

Before the echo of his words faded, Qiao Zhong’s head was already severed, blood spurting three feet high before it fell to the ground with a thud.

Even with his head cut off, Qiao Zhong’s life force did not immediately dissipate, and he still had the strength to roar:

“Killing our envoy, you will surely bring upon yourself a great calamity!”

‘Chu Zheng’ remained impassive, lowering his hand and speaking calmly to the cultivators below the steps:

“Proceed according to my earlier command.”

The cultivators bowed and obeyed, exiting the hall slowly.

‘Chu Zheng’ rose and walked down the Jade Steps, gazing at Qiao Zhong’s enraged eyes, and suddenly chuckled softly:

“Where is your lord?”

Bang!

Under his boot, Qiao Zhong’s head was instantly crushed into a pulp of blood and flesh.

“The heavens have granted me an extra three hundred and twenty-six years. With the Four Seas under my control, even if I were to die tomorrow, what would it matter?!”

The nearly maniacal laughter echoed through the hall, lingering for a long time.

Witnessing this scene, Chu Zheng was silently thoughtful.

In the moment the host attacked, Chu Zheng suddenly sensed the change in the surrounding Tribulation Qi.

A pull on one thread moves the whole web; this envoy from the Tiantong Dynasty was precisely the catalyst for the calamity.

Now, the tribulation had begun…

He also realized something was wrong; the host’s mental state had started to deteriorate.

The rapid rise in cultivation had not been matched by growth in his mental state, and his amplified desires had completely eroded his sanity.

Through the resonance between the Qi-refining Technique and Heaven and Earth, this imbalance in his mind was further magnified.

Chu Zheng could do nothing to intervene; he could only watch.

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Half a month later, a phantom figure clad in a Dragon Robe descended upon the Shixing Imperial City. With a single palm, it suppressed the entire Imperial City beneath the Nine Netherworld.

The Emperor of the Tiantong Dynasty made a move across space, burying the once-glorious Shixing Dynasty with a single palm.

Many of the vassal states rebelled one after another. Within a few days, the once-prosperous Shixing Dynasty crumbled like a castle in the air.

The name Chu Zheng gradually faded to oblivion, merely a fleeting ripple in the vast turmoil of the Hundred Countries.

In the blink of an eye, several months had passed.

Amidst the gradually stabilizing situation, deep within the desolate mountains, near a turbulent mountain stream, a blood-soaked youth struggled to stand. His gaping wounds were healing rapidly.

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As the youth gradually regained consciousness, his eyes were filled with confusion:

“From today on, my name is ‘Chu Zheng’?”