Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Han Yuliang slowly raised his hand and flicked his finger lightly.

Boom!

The blood light enveloping the Battle Halberd instantly dispersed and recoiled backward.

Lei Shilong's arms burst open, his bones at their ends crackling, and the overwhelming blood qi in his body was pierced through by that seemingly casual flick of the finger.

The reason why the Divine Infant could be called powerful was that the Spirit Soul had undergone a qualitative transformation, achieving a connection with the heavens and earth unlike any before, and every movement carried the weight of heavenly authority.

After the strike, Han Yuliang's complexion showed an abnormal flush, and his brow split open, oozing fresh blood.

Having just achieved a breakthrough and then forcefully taking action was an extremely heavy burden on him.

Yet, he did not choose to stop; the Divine Infant, riddled with cracks in front of him, stepped forward, and in the blink of an eye was above Lei Shilong's head, stamping down.

Spiritual energy in the surrounding heavens and earth violently collapsed, creating a vacuum.

The next moment, a foot spanning a thousand yards emerged and heavily stomped on Lei Shilong, crushing him into the ground.

Boom!

The hundred-mile desert trembled violently, the earth's veins fractured, and within a few breaths, the foot made of spiritual energy dispersed, leaving Lei Shilong reduced to a pool of blood and mud, his heavy armor completely shattered.

The very foot that crushed Lei Shilong inadvertently also killed over a hundred cultivators from Night Light Pavilion.

Han Yuliang continued forward, his target clear, charging at the Soul Condensation Realm cultivators like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, killing several more in the blink of an eye.

This battle was one that Divine Infant Realm cultivators could not participate in, presenting an almost once-in-a-millennium opportunity for the Phantom Spirit Sect.

He aimed to completely annihilate the middle ranks of Night Light Pavilion with this battle, break the spine of this ferocious tiger, and secure a significant advantage for the next war.

"Stop!"

Before a moment had passed, a stern shout came from the void.

Within a few breaths, the area above the nine heavens was filled with figures.

Ling Qi, the envoy from Tai Xu Holy Land, and almost all the Divine Infant Cultivators from both Phantom Spirit Sect and Night Light Pavilion had arrived, creating a tense and explosive atmosphere.

Fang Lie's expression was dark, his eyes fixed on Han Yuliang, filled with uncontrollable murderous intent.

They had just noticed something was amiss and rushed over immediately but, despite their speed, were still a step too late. Over a hundred Soul Condensation Realm cultivators had already been lost under Han Yuliang's deliberate targeting.

"Envoy! You personally stated that Divine Infant Cultivators should not intervene in this battle, Phantom Spirit Sect is breaking the rules and must be severely punished!"

Fang Lie suppressed the surging murderous intent in his chest, forcibly calmed himself, and turned to Ling Qi as he spoke sternly, "Such acts of defiance have cost Night Light Pavilion greatly, I need an explanation."

"You seek an explanation from me?"

Ling Qi barely lifted his eyelids and remained unmoved, "Before the battle began, Han Yuliang was a Soul Condensation Realm cultivator, which both sides had confirmed beforehand."

"Phantom Spirit Sect's actions do not constitute a violation of the rules,"

Ling Qi said indifferently, not particularly concerned, "In the next battle, Night Light Pavilion can do the same."

As these words fell, the expressions of several Divine Infant Cultivators from Night Light Pavilion fluctuated unpredictably.

The Nascent Soul Pill was a Fifth Order elixir, and amidst the several major sects in the vicinity, not a single alchemist capable of crafting Nascent Soul Pills could be found.

Only in Holy Lands such alchemists existed, extremely rare and invaluable.

Moreover, the process of Nascent Soul Transformation was extremely perilous. Advancing during battle was risky; the slightest carelessness could lead to both person and pill perishing, and not everyone had the courage to attempt this.

Han Yuliang succeeded because he was on the brink of breakthrough, with a profound foundation.

Even so, he still bled from his brow at this moment, and his forcefully induced breakthrough had severely affected his Divine Infant, continuing to act despite nearing collapse.

This injury would take at least fifty or sixty years to heal, consuming countless amounts of spiritual medicine.

With these accumulating risks, even if Night Light Pavilion had a Nascent Soul Pill and specifically sought someone at the peak of the Soul Condensing Realm, survival was not guaranteed.

"Envoy, this..."

Seeing how casually Ling Qi handled the situation, Fang Lie started to speak, but his words hung at his lips and then were swallowed back.

It was glaringly obvious bias, and no matter what he said, it would be futile.

Ling Qi was about to speak again when suddenly, a streak of light appeared in the sky, falling into his palm.

It was a message.

"The battle is concluded. Phantom Spirit Sect is victorious, Han Yuliang has entered the Divine Infant Realm and cannot participate in the next battle. The subsequent land division will be discussed later."

After clearly seeing the content of the message, his expression changed slightly. He dropped a sentence and then disappeared in an instant.

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Half an hour earlier.

Tai Xu Holy Land.

Between towering immortal peaks, mountains and rivers reflected each other, with layers of towers and pavilions stretching beyond sight.

In the depths of the mountains, a divine phoenix could vaguely be seen spreading its wings, its body covered in spiritual feathers, shimmering with auspicious colors, prompting the luan birds to sing in unison.

A mighty long river flowed from the horizon, spanning countless miles, supported by an array, where groups of spiritual carps swam, and hidden among them, flood dragons roamed.

At the riverbed, a large amount of spiritual energy crystals had precipitated, forming the riverbed over years of washing.

Atop an inconspicuous peak, an old man in a black robe held a jade rod, fishing, with his fish basket beside him empty.

"Holy Master."

A middle-aged man came walking quickly, bowed deeply, and presented a jade scroll with both hands:

"Immortal Alliance decree."

The black-robed old man did not move to receive it, and spoke slowly:

"Speak, what is it about?"

The middle-aged man stood up straight, put away the jade scroll, and said gravely:

"The Immortal Alliance says there have been disturbances in the Heavenly Dao of Cangyun Realm. A few months ago, the laws shifted, and the efficiency of Immortal Path cultivation decreased by five percent. It might be that the Martial Path is rising again, someone has broken into the Second Realm."

"It seems another remarkable figure has emerged in the Martial Path, a pity he was born in the wrong place."

Upon hearing this, the old man couldn't help but sigh lightly, "Is there anything else?"

"The direction of this law's shift is a bit abnormal compared to the past, slightly different, only similar to the one seventeen years ago."

"The Immortal Alliance suspects that the response from the Heavenly Dao is not caused by someone from the Martial Path, but possibly other Taoist Orthodoxy infiltrating the realm, and has commanded us to investigate thoroughly this time."

"Most of the Holy Lands in the Southern Region have already received the message."

"It might not be someone from the Martial Path? And it's in the Southern Region?"

The old man slightly raised his eyebrows, turning to look:

"Interesting, what are the Immortal Alliance's instructions? To kill?"

"If it's people from other Taoist Orthodoxies, kill directly, if it's from the Martial Path, leave them for now."

Upon saying this, the middle-aged man's expression shifted slightly:

"The Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects is imminent, and this time, the Martial Hall will send a Martial God to observe the event in Cangyun Realm. We might seize this opportunity to exchange a few prisoners for some talents with Superior Immortal Bones."

"Whoever finds this person first, can pick two from those with Superior Immortal Bones to recruit."

With a splash—

A spiritual carp suddenly leapt out of the water, spraying Spirit Spring Water on the face of the black-robed old man.

"Any specific location?"

The old man raised his hand to wipe the water off his face and silently reeled in his fishing rod.

Suddenly, the fish basket beside him flew up and plunged into the river, and in just a breath, it scooped up a carp as thick as an adult's thigh, fat and robust.

The middle-aged man, as if he had seen nothing, bowed his head and said:

"It is under the jurisdiction of our Tai Xu Holy Land, actually near Ling Qi, but..."

"But what?"

The old man glanced at the fish basket.

The carp within the fish basket, highly aware of its surroundings, stood upright and bowed repeatedly, seemingly pleading for mercy.

"The location is near the Night Light Pavilion, on the old lands of the Court Immortal."

"It's Great Qian again? No... it's called Great Zhou now."

"I remember, over a thousand years ago, that Embracing Pill Martial Master also came from this place, indeed a blessed land."

The old man picked up the fish basket, poured the carp back into the river and said slowly:

"Notify Ling Qi to visit the place and bring the person back."