Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel Chapter 660: 457: Fu Pinglan Emerges, Martial Ancestor

Chapter 660: Chapter 457: Fu Pinglan Erges, Martial Ancestor

In an instant, Heavenly Punishnt felt an irresistible colossal strength descend upon him, and the starry sky before him twisted and shattered.

The next mont, he felt himself being forcibly ripped away from the current ti and space, and in front of him appeared a turbulent river composed of pure ti fragnts and space bubbles!

Ti-space River!

This was the source of the Space-ti Law, a battleground that only those who had truly stepped into the Ancestral Realm could steadily tread!

Heavenly Punishnt was all too familiar with this place; he had just recently crawled out from this river.

Heavenly Punishnt’s eyes beca slightly cold, sensing Moonlight’s intentions.

Here, all laws were isolated, independent of the world. No existence lower than the Ancestral Realm could sense or disturb the combat in this place.

“Moonlight!”

Heavenly Punishnt steadied himself, looking up to the upstream of the river where a figure seemingly made of pure moonlight stood silently, its aura vast as an abyss and its grace unparalleled.

Looking at Moonlight’s cold figure, Heavenly Punishnt’s lips curled into a smile filled with killing intent:

“Do you think that by stalling , Chu Zheng and the others… will be able to escape?!”

His words were filled with a certainty and mockery of having everything under control: “Fu Pinglan has awakened. This ga, Chu Zheng is already a dead piece; you have ultimately lost a step!”

“Stall?”

Moonlight Immortal Ancestor stood atop the ti-space river, her brows sharp as swords, her skin like snow, her cold gaze seemingly capable of piercing through endless ages, falling upon Heavenly Punishnt. In her amber eyes, there was not a hint of emotional fluctuation, like the unchanging moon for eternity:

“I ca here today, just to teach you what it ans to follow the rules.”

Her purpose for coming was simple.

Firstly, to try her best, if she could win a faint chance of survival for Chu Zheng and Song Lingxue, even if just a mont of respite, it would be enough.

As for the second…

Moonlight’s gaze fell, lingering for a mont on Heavenly Punishnt’s mocking face, an extrely faint yet ti-freezing chill quietly spread across her eyes.

By the way, let this ignorant bastard in front of her know.

What it ans… to respect your seniors!

The cold moonlight, above the surging ti-space river, suddenly beca incomparably sharp!

……

……

Deep in the Martial Hall.

Blood arrows erged from the void, landing in the pitch-black grand hall long silent as a tomb.

A middle-aged man in white, his eyelids trembled slightly, suddenly opened his eyes.

A blood light flickered across his eyes, his gaze pierced through the layers upon layers of space barriers, ignoring the obstruction of ti and space, instantly locking onto the retreating silhouettes of Song Lingxue and Chu Zheng.

He slowly rose.

The next mont, the starry sky in front of Song Lingxue and Chu Zheng was silently filled with cracks like fragile glass mirrors, then completely shattered.

The figure in white erged from the void, blocking their path, and the turbulent void surrounding them instantly solidified. The white blazing afterglow emanating from the Emperor’s Blade was extinguished as if choked by an invisible giant hand, becoming dim and strained.

The blazing blood flas around Song Lingxue trembled violently like a candle in the wind, the light completely suppressed by the aura belonging solely to the Ancestral Realm.

Song Lingxue’s forward charge forcibly halted, as if she had collided with an insurmountable giant wall. Her hand gripping the Emperor’s Blade moaned under unbearable strain from excessive force, and at the instant she recognized the person’s face, her pupils contracted sharply.

Fu Pinglan!

Chu Zheng retracted the golden light in his eyes, recognizing the identity of the newcor, his heart sinking into an icy abyss.

In Song Lingxue’s current state, it was impossible for her to withstand Fu Pinglan.

Song Lingxue’s breathing was slightly rapid, she abruptly pushed Chu Zheng behind her, the impending end of her lifespan transford into a final domineering blade intent, enveloped in world-burning blood flas, slashing down fiercely at the figure in front of her like a moth to a fla!

Even at this step, she had not given up, choosing to fight to the death!

The Emperor’s Blade in her hand sensed her condition and emitted a mournful wail.

Fu Pinglan’s expression was indifferent, as if overlooking dust. Facing the incandescent blade light that could harm even an Ancestral Realm being, he rely raised his right hand slowly.

That hand, with its long fingers, had abnormally thick knuckles, and the fluid beneath the skin glimred with chaotic light, faintly showing the fine cracks of scale armor.

The palm lightly brushed past the blade light.

The domineering intent of the Emperor’s Blade, upon contact with that hand, vanished without a trace, like thin snow under a blazing sun. The blood flas entwined around the blade instantly extinguished, and the light completely dimd.

A terrifying backlash power surged along the Emperor’s Blade and heavily struck Song Lingxue!

Pff—

In an instant, Song Lingxue seed as if struck by a thousand thunders. Her flesh was instantly covered with web-like cracks, nearly exploding on the spot. Fragnts of shattered law fragnts and life origin golden divine blood spewed from her mouth and every crack in her body, staining her black robe, blood splattering beneath the starry sky.

Her body, like a kite with a broken string, pierced through the Star Domain and deeply embedded into the barrier condensed by temporal laws, with the web-like cracks instantly spreading across the entire Star Field.

Song Lingxue’s aura plumted to the bottom, oil running out, lamp dying, and her once frosty white hair lost its final luster, withering and dim.

The gentle golden divine blood, like a breached stream, flowed continuously from her pale lips and neck full of cracks. Every weak breath was accompanied by the bubbling of bloody foam.

Her strength was rapidly slipping away, like sand between fingers, irretrievably dissipating no matter how hard she grasped.

Once capable of burning away ti and illuminating the Star Field, the blood flas now remained only as faint sparks flickering dimly at the verge of her nearly shattered body, like the fla of her life about to be extinguished.

“Lingxue!”

A roar of desperation, with a horror nearly collapsing, that Chu Zheng had never shown before.

Song Lingxue’s gaze penetrated the blood mist before her eyes, falling on the rushing Chu Zheng, and for the first ti, fear appeared in her eyes.

She could no longer protect him.

At this mont, she struggled to rise, attempting to grasp the fallen Emperor’s Blade once more, but even the strength to lift a finger was gone.

Chu Zheng rushed to Song Lingxue’s side, holding her fully cracked, golden divine blood-soaked body.

The touch was cold and sticky, like a piece of jade about to shatter.

The Heart Burning Corridor’s phantasms crazily flickered before his eyes. Chu Zheng’s eyes were full of bloodshot, burning all previously accumulated primordial Qi, injecting it into the repair panel, trying to nd Song Lingxue’s current injuries.

The repair panel entered a frenzy of unprecedented operation, with temporal law fluctuations incessant, trying to reverse Song Lingxue’s injuries.

But the result was minimal…

Song Lingxue’s internal injuries were sowhat reversed but soon collapsed again. Her life span was nearly exhausted, unable to support her body any longer, her wounds irreparable, and there was no way to turn back.

Seeing this scene before him, Fu Pinglan’s expression showed no fluctuation, his gaze falling on Chu Zheng, and he slowly raised his hand.

Bang—

At the mont when Fu Pinglan was about to make a move, the vast Star Field was shaken by an invisible giant hand and began to tremble violently.

In the void behind Song Lingxue, a gentle yet boundless light suddenly ignited.

The light rapidly expanded, solidifying, obscuring the Star Do, transforming into a huge, flawless jade disk, seemingly carved from so kind of gentle divine jade!

The jade disk slowly rotated, with billions of profound and inscrutable Immortal Dao Runes flowing on its surface, emanating a tranquil and ancient aura, blocking Fu Pinglan’s figure.

“The Holy Spirit Plate?”

A flash of doubt crossed Fu Pinglan’s eyes.

In the instant of his confusion, brilliance flowed in the Holy Spirit Plate’s core, where a brilliant light bridge was forcibly constructed, spanning endless space-ti and penetrating the Yin Yang Two Realms, gradually forming.

Even the Immortal Dao Treasure took so ti to directly connect the Yin Yang Two Realms.

Before Fu Pinglan could think further, a figure erged from the Holy Spirit Plate, suddenly entering the shattered starry sky. Clad in plain clothes, with a full head of silver hair and a visage appearing about thirty, his posture was as upright as a pine. His deep gaze seed to contain the endless Star River, carrying a wisdom seasoned with the ages yet with an imperceptible weariness.

He had no pressing aura around him, yet seed to be one with the great Dao of heaven and earth, standing there self-contained as a realm, calming the turbulent space-ti flows around him in an instant.

Recognizing the newcor, Fu Pinglan’s pupils contracted, and he exclaid:

“Martial Ancestor?!”