Chapter 676: Chapter 465: 10% Heavenly Fate, Martial True Spirit (Part 2)

However, his current cultivation is only at the Early-stage Immortal Monarch, and his Qi Refinement’s Cultivation has just crossed the threshold of the Golden Immortal Sect. To reach the Ancestral Realm, it seems that it will take quite a considerable amount of time.

Entering the Space-time Domain, the growth in cultivation is not something that can be achieved overnight, even with the acceleration from Heavenly Fate in cultivation speed, a significant amount of time is still required.

Moreover, the situation in the Great Universe is uncertain now. If the Dao War starts prematurely, causing a Taoist Orthodoxy to gather Heavenly Fate excessively, it will create even greater variables, and time waits for no one.

With his thoughts racing, Chu Zheng quickly made up his mind.

The best place for him to cultivate currently is the Chaos Sea.

There is undoubtedly an excellent place for seclusion, with a hundredfold acceleration in the flow of time, sufficient to save a significant amount of time.

On second thought, Chu Zheng shook his head slightly.

The hundredfold time acceleration of the Chaos Sea is still somewhat inadequate for him at this moment.

He needs more time to break through the cultivation bottlenecks, to refine and absorb Heavenly Fate, compressing this lengthy process to its extreme.

Gazing at the many Ancient Ancestors before him, a thought surged in Chu Zheng’s mind. He raised his head, slightly bowed, and spoke slowly:

“Everyone, I have a matter that requires your assistance.”

Upon hearing his words, without the slightest hesitation, Erosion Sun Rain nodded in response:

“Ancestral Dao instructs, as long as it is within our capacity, we shall respond without exception.”

“I ask everyone to construct a place of seclusion for me in the Chaos Sea.”

Chu Zheng paused, glanced over these ancient figures wielding Space-Time Power, and stated the core requirement:

“The situation in the Great Universe is uncertain and will shift sooner or later. I need a place where the flow of time can be further accelerated beyond the hundredfold basis of the Chaos Sea!”

“I want a thousandfold, even ten thousandfold acceleration compared to the Great Universe’s flow of time, to strive for time to attain the Ancestral Realm.”

The many Ancient Ancestors were slightly stunned, as accelerating time had seemed like something never before considered, they might even deliberately slow down their own time.

In this way, they could remain in the world longer.

In terms of the universe’s changing flow of time, accelerating time equals expending one’s lifespan to exchange for cultivation realms, which is not worth it.

However, Chu Zheng’s current situation is completely different; what he lacks precisely is time.

“Understood, we will go prepare now.”

Erosion Sun Rain snapped back to reality and nodded promptly: “This matter isn’t difficult, but it requires gathering a lot of resources, which will take some time. However, with our cultivation, we can accelerate time yet another hundredfold in the Chaos Sea, which is already the limit.”

“Just do it, much appreciated.”

Chu Zheng nodded, this hundredfold difference, combined with the Chaos Sea’s inherent time flow, accounts for ten thousandfold in total, granting him ample time.

Erosion Sun Rain rose and replied solemnly: “The subordinates will strive with all their might, the seclusion site for the Ancestral Dao will be completed within three months.”

All other Ancient Ancestors responded in agreement.

“The universe is not yet peaceful, with some Ancient Ancestors still observing. The Ancestral Dao’s side cannot be left unattended. Please allow me to serve by your side.”

An Ancient Ancestor spoke in a deep voice.

Following the sound, Chu Zheng looked over, and the speaker was a lady, clad in purple, with sleeves hanging down, vaguely revealing the Luan bird pattern formed by golden threads, appearing to be nearly forty.

Time had left a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes, yet couldn’t overshadow those peach blossom eyes, which seemed to contain floating cold stars as her gaze shifted, deep as an ancient well. Her jade-white face without makeup bore a single black sand mark between the brows, emanating a dark sheen.

Noticing Chu Zheng’s gaze, the woman hung her head and said nothing, lowering her head further, instinctively avoiding Chu Zheng’s scrutinizing gaze.

Erosion Sun Rain glanced back at her, a subtle dark wave surged in his eyes, and finally nodded:

“Chu An speaks truly. The Ancestral Dao’s side needs someone for protection.”

Upon hearing this, Chu Zheng did not hesitate much and responded directly:

“So be it, I appreciate your effort.”

Currently, there are only twelve Ancient Ancestors present. According to the Universe’s Great Realm Heavenly Fate allocation, eight Ancient Ancestors had not arrived. The universe, for him, was not absolutely safe.

At least a small half of the Ancient Ancestors had ambiguous attitudes.

After Ji Zhouyin accepted the order, the remaining eleven Ancient Ancestors swiftly turned and left to start preparations.

Employing eleven Ancient Ancestors requires three months, making the construction of the seclusion site evidently more complex than Chu Zheng had anticipated.

Chu Zheng watched the many Ancient Ancestors leave, then turned to look at the purple-clad woman, after a silence, inquired:

“Your name is Chu An?”

“Yes.”

The reply was cold, chilling to the bone.

“These past days have been a burden.”

“Just part of my duty.”

From start to finish, Chu An kept his head bowed, never once looking directly at Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng didn’t mind this, and turned to sit cross-legged before the ruins of the corridor, closing his eyes to rest.

……

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The Great Universe.

Martial Hall

The once torn starry sky, as a result of Fu Pinglan and Heavenly Punishment chasing Chu Zheng in successive battles, had gradually returned to a dead silent calm, with shattered star dust slowly gathering under the force of gravity, like silent wounds slowly healing.

Yet beneath this calm lay surging undercurrents and heavy oppression.

The riot triggered by the awakening of the Heavenly Destiny True Spirit had already spread into the senses of every Ninth Order martial Dao creature.

Hiss—

A space-time crack filled with intense bloodthirst suddenly tore open above the core star domain of the Martial Hall, and a figure stumbled out, none other than Fu Pinglan.

At this moment, his robes were utterly tattered, soaked in gold-red Ancestor Blood, with sores eroded by the Universe Law covering his exposed skin. His breath withered to the extreme, like a dying candle in the wind; each inhalation carried a turbid noise, showing his exhaustion in his eyes.

Without any pause, he forced out Primordial Qi, transforming into a dim streak of light and shot into the deepest part of the Martial Hall.

In the central hall of the Martial Hall.

The air seemed frozen into eternal ice, heavy enough to suffocate three figures with profound auras standing inside the hall.

Ji Zhouyin stood at the center, his figure not burly yet seemingly the core of the universe’s powers with each breath drawing in the magnificent Martial Arts Heavenly Fortune. His face showed neither joy nor anger, his gaze profound as the boundless starry sky, calmly watching Fu Pinglan stumble in.

Wan Wenfeng stood to his left, furrowing his brows upon seeing Fu Pinglan’s pathetic state.

To Ji Zhouyin’s right was an elder with hair and beard all white, exuding a long breath; he was ‘Jin He,’ one of the few left from Ji Zhouyin’s era, and the pillar of conservatism in the Martial Hall.

At this moment, his gaze complex, he looked at Fu Pinglan with deep worry.

Ji Zhouyin looked at the breathless martial path pillar before him, his expression was so calm it was almost indifferent, without any ripple, softly speaking:

“You’re back.”

Without waiting for Fu Pinglan to speak, he continued:

“The Heavenly Destiny True Spirit has delivered a decree, to execute you and take back the Heavenly Fortune.”

Ji Zhouyin’s words paused slightly, in his calm gaze seeming to flash a chill that even froze space-time.

With those words, the atmosphere in the hall instantly solidified.

The four inside knew full well the reason behind the decree.

Fu Pinglan not only failed to capture Chu Zheng but also lost two Ancestral Realms, reducing martial arts suddenly by one-tenth of Heavenly Fate overnight.

One-tenth Heavenly Fate, enough to shake the foundation of martial arts, enough to enrage the Heavenly Destiny True Spirit that sustains martial arts!

As the instigator of this operation, Fu Pinglan could not escape punishment.

Upon hearing this, Fu Pinglan’s cracked lips twitched slightly as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, he remained silent, lifting his trembling arms with great difficulty, every movement tugging at all his wounds, Ancestor Blood seeping out once more.

The Tao Tribulation Stick, stained with blood, lay quietly in his shaking hands, placed before Ji Zhouyin.

As a martial cultivator, Fu Pinglan well understood the majesty and absolute authority of the Heavenly Destiny True Spirit.

Today, he could not escape death.

The hall was dead silent, only Fu Pinglan’s slightly heavy breathing and the light sound of blood dropping from the Tao Tribulation Stick on the ground.

Jin He Martial Ancestor sighed deeply, closing his eyes, and Wan Wenfeng’s gaze dimmed, struggling with complex emotions.

Fu Pinglan’s actions were not for selfish reasons; he too aimed to preserve martial arts but chose a different path.

Ji Zhouyin stared at the Tao Tribulation Stick for a long time, his deep eyes as if containing countless stars being born and dying, a river of martial Dao fortune rushing.

“The decree of Heavenly Fate…”

After a long while, he spoke again, still in a calm voice:

“I refused it.”