Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel - Chapter 638 - : 447: entering the battlefield_2

Chapter 638: Chapter 447: Entering the Battlefield_2

His cultivation has reached the utmost limit of this realm, and he possesses a peculiar pupil skill, with the thunder nurtured in his Red Eyes representing the manifestation of laws, commanding the stars and universe.

However, the words “Perfection,” speak not only of a pinnacle but also of a bottleneck. In Chu Zheng’s view, Taiyi Hongfeng is still lacking a thread of the genuine opportunity to break through and transform, to enter the realm of the Immortal Emperor. He fears that it might still require an opportunity, not something achievable overnight.

The one on the right, an elder in a gray robe with a restrained and steadfast aura, like a rock, is named Su Qifeng, titled Immortal Lord Pan Shi, a Mixed-blooded Immortal Descendant, not from the Thirteen Clans, also serving as a Chief Executioner, in the late stage of Immortal Monarch.

Underneath that rock-like substantial appearance is a Life Origin that flickers like a candle in the wind.

His lifespan is nearly exhausted, witheredness already apparent. His late-stage Immortal Monarch cultivation has burned to its embers, and without a heaven-defying opportunity, there’s no hope of reaching the Immortal Emperor realm, destined to exhaust his last bit of brilliance in this blood-stained Star Domain and to be buried here.

Chu Zheng thus stood on the jade bricks reflecting the Star Dome, looking calmly across an unseeable distance at the three figures atop the high platform representing the pinnacle of the Immortal Path.

The aura of the three Immortal Monarchs, like an invisible tide, layered upon layers, spread out, their gazes carrying scrutiny, authority, and a hint of imperceptible probing.

The air stagnated, as if time had become viscous at that moment.

After roughly evaluating the details of the three, Chu Zheng made some estimations in his heart, forming a general understanding.

These three, even bound together, are not a match for him now.

This isn’t arrogance or disdain, but comes from pure fact.

The three figures atop the high platform, capable of making millions of Immortal Path Cultivators bow, now appear to him as mere weighted coordinates on this chaotic battlefield; the terrifying pressure that pervades the Fairy Palace, sufficient to crush an ordinary Immortal Venerable, could not even ruffle the corner of his robe.

Chu Zheng’s nearly indifferent calmness, like a stone thrown into a deep pool, stirred a silent yet intense ripple atop the high platform, causing a subtle change in the gaze of the three Immortal Monarchs almost simultaneously.

On the left, Ningyu Immortal Monarch’s eyes, indifferent as ice, rippled, her brows furrowing almost imperceptibly. She clearly felt that her Immortal Charm, upon reaching within three feet of Chu Zheng, silently slid away like waves against a reef, dissolved, unable to affect him in the slightest.

This disregard stirred a trace of indescribable surprise and doubt in the depths of her cold eyes. How could Chu Zheng, newly a Immortal Monarch, possess such power?

Sitting on the right, Su Qifeng slightly opened a slit in his closed eyes, the murky but still profound gaze flickering with a sudden brilliance, which soon settled into ancient tranquility.

Yet beneath that surface tranquility, surges of astonishment roiled. His limited lifespan rendered him more sensitive in sensing Life Origin and power tiers.

He clearly detected the nearly void-like profundity on Chu Zheng; it wasn’t a deliberate concealment, but a power tier already beyond his perceptual scope.

This realization caused a slight tremor in his rock-solid Dao heart; how could such a young cultivator, newly a Immortal Monarch, evoke such feelings?

Seated at the main position, Taiyi Hongfeng had the most direct reaction.

His crimson eyes shrank sharply, the thunder deep within seemed stimulated by an invisible force, momentarily brightening, emitting a low hum.

He acutely perceived that his vast pressure, already at Immortal Monarch Perfection, disappeared without a trace upon reaching Chu Zheng, like a clay ox into the sea.

Chu Zheng just stood there, as serene as an outsider, that composure not feigned, but from a formidable disparity in strength.

How is this possible?!

Taiyi Hongfeng inhaled sharply; Immortal Monarch Perfection is already the ultimate peak of this realm, beyond that lies the realm of the Immortal Emperor, and Chu Zheng, newly an Immortal Monarch, already possesses strength rivaling an Immortal Emperor?

If he remembered correctly, Chu Zheng is not yet five hundred years old!

At this moment, the gazes of the three Immortal Monarchs were firmly locked on Chu Zheng, the prior high-and-mighty scrutiny replaced by an unmaskable disbelief.

They practiced cultivation for tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of years, comprehending Space-time Laws, undergoing countless battles, repeatedly building achievements, only then ascending to the position of Chief Executioner, long accustomed to overlooking sentient beings. Yet now, on this unreasonably young cultivator, they felt an unfathomable might.

“Chu Zheng, summoned by the Punishment Authority to assist, greets fellow cultivators.”

Chu Zheng clasped his fists in a salute, breaking the dead silence within the hall.

“The battle is currently tense; the arrival of Chu Immortal Monarch is like a timely rain to soothe the land.”

Taiyi Hongfeng put away the divine light in his pupils, his expression slightly concentrated, standing up to let go of the main position, raising his hand:

“Chu Immortal Monarch, please take the seat.”

This is the battlefield; both Chu Zheng’s strength and talent are sufficient to hold the main seat.

Chu Zheng is strong enough, at least for now, it is a good thing for them, as it can relieve a lot of pressure. As for matters of seniority, they can completely set aside for now.

Chu Zheng did not decline, saluted with clasped hands, took a step forward, and sat on the higher main seat, not intending to waste time, and straightforwardly asked:

“What is the current battle situation?”

“Not favorable.”

Ningyu Immortal Monarch spoke first, slightly shaking her head: “The Martial Hall’s combat strength surpasses our Immortal Path by quite a margin, and now, having the Chaos Sea continuously supplementing their forces, with Martial Saints and Great Saints emerging continuously, it really is troublesome.”

“Indeed.”

Taiyi Hongfeng continued, his expression equally heavy:

“Currently, those fielded by the Martial Hall mostly comprise new warriors raised from the Chaos Sea; their true foundations have yet to engage in battle, likely waiting for an opportunity.”

As he spoke, he raised a hand to pull down the Star Map from the dome, unfurling it before Chu Zheng:

“Previously, an Immortal Ancestor using the Yin Yang Heavenly Hourglass opened twelve small universes. Subsequently, Immortal Emperors from all around split into twelve defensive lines by it, aligning with an Immortal Array. The intention was to minimize the Martial Hall’s destruction of our Immortal Domain.”

At this point, Taiyi Hongfeng paused, speaking solemnly:

“However, five of the Five Directions Universe have already been pierced by the Martial Hall.”

A subtle heaviness spread across the faces of the gathered Immortal Kings below the jade steps as the situation had already deteriorated to the extreme.

Among the gathering of Immortal Kings, Fan Long’s body wavered imperceptibly; he stared blankly at the figure atop the high platform, seated in the position of the main seat. He felt as if he were in a bizarre and absurd dream.

When he first met Chu Zheng over four hundred years ago, in Fan Long’s view, Chu Zheng was only beginning to step into the threshold of the True Immortal Realm, still appearing immature.

Then, in Fan Long’s eyes, the other party wasn’t even qualified to look him in the eye, let alone share the same seat and discourse on the Dao. At that time, he was far from being considered an equal.

But now, everything has changed.

Time flies, everything has changed unnoticed.

Now, Fan Long is still at Immortal King Perfection; though he is considered outstanding among the Immortal Kings, he is still trapped in this realm, with a future obscured. Yet Chu Zheng is seated high on the Fairy Palace’s main seat, with three high-ranking, immensely powerful Immortal Lords of Punishment, who have to be deferential to him, even proactively offering concessions.

Fan Long lowered his head, no longer facing that figure on the high platform directly, his heart surging with an indescribable sense of disbelief and turmoil.

They haven’t faced Martial Cultivators, that’s why…

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Ningyu Immortal Monarch’s icy voice echoed in the Fairy Palace, each word like a cold needle, penetrating through, cold and precise:

” Before the war began, many Immortal Path Cultivators harbored some disdain, believing the Martial Cultivators to be no more than brute force.”

“Even though their peers on the battlefield now mostly have exhausted lifespans, with the current main forces being primarily their juniors.”

But these so-called ‘young’ figures, in their eyes, held… something else entirely.

“””