Refining a small world was no easy task.
Chu Zheng had just begun to attempt it when he sensed the difficulty.
The small world connected by the Condensing Space Bracelet was not very expansive, yet it was incredibly sturdy.
It seed there was a seal compressing the entire world, its boundary walls astonishingly strong.
With Chu Zheng's current cultivation, if he were trapped inside without the aid of Immortal Treasures or Holy Artifacts, he would find it hard to break through these world barriers and escape.
Forr Elder of Taixuan, Ye Yulou, who attained only the peak of Tongxuan, tragically perished within this realm, an unsurprisingly common fate.
The process of refining the world was extrely slow, and the repair panel offered Chu Zheng no assistance; he could rely only on his own power.
Chu Zheng estimated that to completely refine this small world, he would need at least close to a decade.
This was under the circumstances where his cultivation was sufficient; for an average cultivator just entering Immortal Tribulation, it would take at least a couple of hundred years.
Compared to the lengthy lifespans of Immortal Tribulation Cultivators, a few hundred years was but a fleeting mont, gone in the blink of an eye.
As cultivation increased, every advance required a substantial amount of ti, an unavoidable reality.
Feeling the urgency, Chu Zheng had no choice but to continue his cultivation thodically, seeking a secluded place to start the longest seclusion since he began his cultivation. Enjoy new tales from My Virtual Library Empire
Before retreating, he took out the Spirit Communication Jade Scroll, attempting to contact Song Lingxue, but his ssages disappeared without a response, much like stones sinking into the sea.
It had been over a year since their last communication, a situation that naturally aroused concern.
After a long ponderance, Chu Zheng sighed softly, put away the Jade Scroll, and began refining the small world while shifting most of his consciousness back to his avatar.
Battlefield of All Heavens.
In a corner of the vast starry sky, a verdant star hung at the center of an array, its aura fluctuating, faintly perated by a trace of blood.
Shattered mountains protruded into the clouds at angles, the setting sun like blood, the air thick with extre stench of blood, the ground beneath flowed with rivers of blood, strewn with corpses.
Most of the corpses had turned into dry bones, as if their essence had been drained, already decayed, the surfaces of the bones riddled with tiny holes, their marrow completely dried up and hollow.
The whole mountain range was completely shattered, swept away by a terrifying battle, beyond recognition.
Whoosh—
A slight noise ca from a corner of the battlefield, a figure erged from a pile of corpses, rolling onto the ground, gasping heavily, his face and hair caked with thick blood scabs, eyes bloodshot, resembling a fierce ghost,
Gazing at the dim daylight, Song Lingxue appeared srized, then after a long while, a dull, low laugh spilled from her throat.
She had survived another brush with death.
In the midst of blood-soaked battles, her advancent in the Martial Path was terrifyingly faster than one could imagine.
Stepping into the Third Realm Perfection in less than two months, she touched her Divine Orifice within, her Divine Sense on the spiritual platform surged, stepping into the Fourth Realm of Gathering Spirits.
Then in just over a year, she had achieved Perfection in Gathering Spirits Realm, with the early appearances of Divine Orifice within her body, coupled with the aid of the Slaughter Blood Descending Dragon Technique, she possessed the remarkable combat power to slay Fifth Order Otherkind.
However, as she increasingly hunted Otherkind, she inevitably provoked so powerful Otherkind ethnic groups, encountering hunts and perils.
This ti she was gravely injured, barely a step away from the Yellow Springs, having slept longer than usual, unaware of how much ti had passed.
Regaining her senses, Song Lingxue struggled to rise, suddenly stumbled, sensing sothing unusual, and glanced down at her left arm.
From his elbow down, his left arm was missing, presumably devoured by one of the Otherkind.
For a Martial Cultivator, losing a limb wasn't considered a severe injury, but regrowth required reaching the Sixth Realm of Martial Arts, Nirvana.
Such injuries had beco sowhat commonplace for Song Lingxue; facing Otherkind in life-and-death battles, how could one co out unscathed? Her internal organs had been torn open countless tis.
Calming her mind, Song Lingxue slowly exhaled a breath of Turbid Qi; as she breathed, there was a flow of Qi, secretly harboring Blood Fiend.
The essence of these Otherkinds' flesh and blood further fueled her protective Blood Fiend; her Divine Orifice stirred within her. With just one more step to unlocking the Divine Orifice, she could step into the Fifth Realm of Martial Arts.
After entering the Fifth Realm, ard with the accumulated Blood Fiend, she should possess the strength to threaten a Sixth Order Otherkind, bringing her one step closer to completing the Blood Trial.
However, fighting across levels was no easy task, especially at the Sixth Order—a qualitative transformation.
For the Otherkind, reaching this stage ant awakening various innate divine abilities, making them quite troubleso adversaries requiring careful planning.
After much contemplation, Song Lingxue took out the Spirit Communication Jade Scroll, looking with a warmth in her gaze at the dozen or so ssages floating atop.
She sent a brief ssage back to Chu Zheng assuring him of her safety, before her figure gradually sank into the heaps of corpses, disappearing without a trace.
Her injuries were not fully healed, and she would need more ti to recuperate; the stench of blood here was enough to deter most Otherkinds.
With hopes of entering the Martial Hall through the Blood Trial being so close, she needed to be even more cautious and careful.
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Tianwu Realm.
Inside the Great Tomb.
The sun hung high, a spatial channel spanned the sky, piercing through heaven and earth.
Erging from the Second Mountain Pass, the skies gradually cleared, and the Yin Qi sank, allowing the sun to regain so of its brilliance; the red cloud curtain condensed between the heaven and earth and the green of the mountains filled the sky, as if returning from the Yellow Springs back to the world of the living.
Chu Zheng tore through space, moving toward the outer periter of the Great Tomb.
While passing through a plain, Chu Zheng stopped. His gaze landed on a corner of the plain.
A temple stood on the plain, enveloped in a faint scent of incense—it was the very 'Daoist Venerable Zheng Chu Temple' he had stumbled upon before.
Noticing the swirling incense within the temple, Chu Zheng was slightly surprised and sent out his Divine Sense.
The arrangent inside the temple remained unchanged from over a hundred years ago. A figure sat cross-legged within, of plain appearance and in the middle stage of the Fourth Realm.
Seeing who it was, Chu Zheng paused montarily in astonishnt.
Mu Xin.
Initially, to verify the matter of the Golden Body, he had abducted Mu Xin to the temple and made a promise: if Mu Xin guarded the temple for a year, he would be allowed to leave and would be given a chance.
However, Chu Zheng eventually ventured deeper into the Great Tomb and encountered Jian Shier, and this matter gradually slipped his mind.
He assud that Mu Xin had long left, but unexpectedly, after over a hundred years, this minor cultivator hadn't left and was still tending the incense there.
After a brief mont of surprise, Chu Zheng was about to step into the temple when a sudden change transmitted from his repair panel caught his attention.
[After accumulating a vast amount of experience, you have reached the peak of the crafting cycle in repairing; your skills transcend the heavens, possessing the power to turn decay into magic. You have now beco an Eighth Order Repair Master.]
[As your repair skills have improved, you increasingly approach the origin of the universe, perceiving the Heavenly Fate that ordinary creatures cannot sense. You have realized a Divine Skill: 'Luck Stealing Skill (Tenth Order)'.]
Throughout his journey, Chu Zheng had never neglected his daily repairs; after tirelessly accumulating experience, the experience of a Seventh Order Repair Master had finally reached Perfection in that instant.
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