Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

By then, even if he truly turned into Fu Quanliang, there would be no flaws to detect, not even by a Tongxuan Secret Realm powerhouse standing face to face, could they see through him.

Having grown somewhat immune to Chu Zheng's endlessly emerging methods, Fu Quanliang scrutinized him carefully for a while, and after confirming there were no hints to be found, he stopped speaking and turned around to lead the way.

Chu Zheng raised his hand to summon a breeze from the mountains, lifting their figures as if they were two fallen leaves, moving forward in utter silence with astonishing speed.

"Hold on."

Over an hour later, Fu Quanliang suddenly spoke up, his voice low:

"If we proceed further, we will probably reach the Phantom Spirit Sect's camp."

"I see it," Chu Zheng narrowed his eyes; the world he saw was much clearer than what Fu Quanliang could make out.

Even without seeing the battlefield, he had already seen the surging Yuan Qi rising into the sky.

There were two massive entities, each occupying one side.

The intertwining Life Yuan Qi from the two sides was too intense, burning fiercely like two proud suns.

But in Chu Zheng's view, one side's Yuan Qi fluctuated slightly less than the other by more than a small margin.

In this head-on clash, the Phantom Spirit Sect was clearly at an absolute disadvantage.

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Great Zhou.

Although wars were raging everywhere, the situation in Great Zhou was extremely stable, even more peaceful than in previous years.

One could say the wind and rain were in harmony, and the nation was prosperous and the people at peace.

No power dared to extend their reach into this area.

The remaining awe of Zhao Tingxian weighed heavily; the more powerful the Immortal Sect, the more they understood the terrifying extent of Zhao Tingxian's cultivation.

In the Southern Capital City, within the Vermilion Bird Divine Guard Town Command,

Li Mingzhou paced back and forth outside a secret room, his expression alternating between worry and joy, appearing somewhat distracted.

After a long while, the tightly shut door of the secret room slowly opened, and Song Lingxue emerged, supporting herself on the door, with fatigue written all over her brow and a look of immense relief.

"Did it work?"

Li Mingzhou hurried over with his cheeks trembling slightly, his eyes full of hope mixed with anxiety.

"It worked!"

Excitement was evident in Song Lingxue's eyes too as she spread open her pale palm, a wisp of cyan-white Qi dancing between her fingers.

Hum—

Suddenly, the cyan-white Qi surged and transformed into a long sword.

Seeing this, Li Mingzhou swiftly reached out and, from a distance, drew a long sword through the air, pouring his entire Internal Qi into it.

He held nothing back, his back like a dragon as he sprung up instantly, opened his shoulders, swung his arm, raised the sword, and brought it down in a cleave; even before the force of the sword came to life, a humming sound of whistling filled the surroundings.

The Sword Qi roared as if the sky itself was pressing down, capable of splitting even an iron statue forged from refined steel to pieces.

This was the pinnacle of current martial artists, the Great Grandmaster.

Song Lingxue didn't move a muscle and raised her sword to block.

Boom!

The clash of blades unleashed a thunderous sound that could pierce through gold and split stones, its reverberations lingering for a long time.

Song Lingxue stood still, the ground beneath her feet cracking into a web of fissures that extended several meters out.

Li Mingzhou's face turned red as he staggered back three steps, his entire body trembling, veins pulsating, and the long sword in his grasp shattered into pieces, hardly more than iron dust.

After steadying himself, a trickle of fresh blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, showing he had suffered internal injuries.

But at this moment, Li Mingzhou had no concern for the injuries within him.

His gaze was fixed on the cyan sword in Song Lingxue's hands, his eyes slightly red with a nearly roared exclamation:

"There really is a way!"

He had exhausted his life's efforts, groping for nearly a hundred years on the Martial Path, only to see a door, but Song Lingxue had now stepped onto this path!

The Martial Path Grandmaster was far from the limit, even without an Immortal Bone, one could still possess transcendent power!

"Purify Internal Qi, in conjunction with the transformation of the Essence Yuan within..."

Song Lingxue murmured softly, her eyes revealing an undying thrill:

"Condensing Qi to Aura..."

This was the realm that followed Qi Condensation.

The second realm of the Martial Path... Yuan Aura.