Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Chapter 100: Chapter 85: Tai Yuan Dragon Sword Dance

Geng Yiyang's emotions briefly spun out of control, causing his energy to leak and shake the entire mountain range.

The vast network of thousand-mile mineral veins slightly trembled, as fragments of rock and dust fell continuously.

From the distance within the mine tunnels came bursts of shocked cries, followed by a series of dense footsteps, fleeing towards the outside of the mine.

Such a disturbance, akin to an earth dragon turning over, prompted the odd-jobber miners inside the tunnels to think of nothing but escaping with their lives at the first instance.

Mixed with spirit mines, large chunks of mountain rocks often weighed tens or even hundreds of thousands of pounds.

Being buried under these boulders, even a Martial Path Grandmaster with the strength of ten thousand pounds would struggle to survive the pressure from the earth's veins and would be easily crushed to death.

Geng Yiyang took a light breath, straightened his back, and a soft firelight shone from his pupils, sweeping inch by inch over the complete skeleton.

He was trying to use some secret technique to unearth some remaining information from the bones, and wanted to see some truths about the one buried there years ago.

After tens of thousands of years, the bones still glowed brightly, appearing like a flawless and perfect gem under the light, with no imperfections visible.

The Great Demon, already at the Morphing Realm, had its physique close to the Demon Immortal Realm; one more step, and it could shed the innate shackles of its beast spirit, completely completing the transition in the hierarchy of life.

As his gaze slowly swept across the skeleton, Geng Yiyang's expression grew darker, and his face, filled with the marks of time, twitched faintly.

After a while, he exhaled a mouthful of turbid qi, his heart pounding like a strong, forceful bell and drum sounding within the mine, never ceasing, breaking the long-standing silence of this place.

Chu Zheng glanced at Geng Yiyang, saw his terrifying demeanor gradually recede, and leaned down to touch a segment of the phalanx.

[You Ziyun (Sixth Order), member of the Netherwolf Tribe, former Elder of the Taixuan Sect, Ye Yulou's wife, her cultivation reached the Transformation Realm, was unguarded and killed by a sneak attack on the battlefield, her Demon Core and all flesh stripped, with a sword wound to the heart, likely from 'Tai Yuan Dragon Sword Dance', Primordial Spirit dispersed, irreparable.]

The information on the panel had changed from the last time, now including a name and some additional details.

The changes in the panel's information were still unclear to Chu Zheng, seemingly related to some information he had encountered.

It is uncertain whether there was some information about her among the relics of Ye Yulou that Chu Zheng had previously overlooked, or if it was the result of Geng Yiyang's recent actions.

Geng Yiyang silently gathered the bones, sat on the ground, his clothes quickly becoming dusty, appearing somewhat disheveled, the heavy shadows on his face deepening: "Looking at the skeleton, death was by sword wound, and the sword marks on the bones carried the fluctuations of the Water Element Law."

"The one who struck was extremely decisive, a thrust through the heart, scooping out her Demon Core, then used a sword technique to strip all her muscles and flesh, leaving no opportunity for her to use her Divine Skills, likely someone she knew well..."

At this point, under a somewhat dazed expression, Geng Yiyang recalled some past events:

"Her name was You Ziyun; I had seen her a few times in the past, truly a rare beauty, hailing from the Northern Region of Cangyun, from the Netherwolf Tribe, a paradise for the Demon Race, secluded and rarely interacting with the outside world."

"Back then, the Cangyun Realm had just undergone a great war, the Heavenly Dao Barrier was unstable, and spatial channels from Alien Realms would often appear, resulting in bloody conflicts every time, with countless deaths, and even Demi Immortals in the Immortal Tribulation Realm frequently falling."

"The Immortal Alliance was short of manpower, with only one True Immortal stationed there to stabilize the situation while also monitoring changes in the Heavenly Dao, often falling short, leading to negligence in some areas."

"She was in contact with Brother Ye during those times; it's unexpected that she met such an end, killed by the hand of someone from our Human Race..."

Upon hearing this, Chu Zheng fell into deep thought. When he first arrived at the ancient battlefield and pieced together some of the history from the remnants, he had thought that You Ziyun was aligned with those foreign beings.

Now, it seemed clearly not the case.

You Ziyun was evidently on the side of the Human Race, but had gone berserk likely due to the destruction of the Condensing Space Bracelet, concerned for Ye Yulou and consequently killed several human cultivators.

The destruction of the Condensing Space Bracelet was intentional, aiming at either Ye Yulou or the Tai Taixuan Sect behind him, with no need to guess its purpose.

In a chaotic world, if the Taixuan Sect were to produce a True Immortal first, the pattern of the Southern Region would be completely rewritten, with the Taixuan monopolizing power. Hence, it wouldn't be surprising if they were targeted.

The Tai Yuan Dragon Sword Dance…

Recalling the hint given on the panel, Chu Zheng temporarily suppressed his thoughts. These pieces of information could not be disclosed to Geng Yiyang, as their sources were unclear.

Baseless claims would only invite trouble if spoken aloud; he would wait until he could investigate these matters more attentively in the future to know where this Tai Yuan Dragon Sword Dance originated.

A sword dance capable of killing a Demon King was certainly not an obscure technique; it wouldn't be hard to locate.

Geng Yiyang fell silent for a moment before standing up and saying,

"Let's go to the Phantom Spirit Sect."

The two walked slowly away from the battlefield, isolated from the world, brushing past a group of Phantom Spirit Sect cultivators who were entering the mine to investigate.

Chu Zheng's trip had been highly fruitful; the entire ancient battlefield was nearly stripped bare, leaving only heaps of bones. These items would become aids to him in the future.

Geng Yiyang, leading Chu Zheng, soon stepped into the Sect Gate of the Phantom Spirit Sect. The large formations surrounding the sect seemed virtually inexistent.

The atmosphere within the Phantom Spirit Sect was very oppressive, faintly exuding a rich herbal fragrance mixed with the scent of bloodshed.

The clash with the Night Light Pavilion was still ongoing, evidently escalating.

With the guidance of the Life-link Seal, Chu Zheng quickly found Fu Quanliang.

Upon seeing him, Geng Yiyang immediately lost interest in Fu Quanliang.

Mediocre talent, unstable foundation, evidently having relied on elixirs to elevate his cultivation, ruining his own future. There was hardly anything commendable about him.

Upon appearing, Chu Zheng greeted him:

"Quanliang."

Fu Quanliang was slightly startled, looking around to see if anyone was watching, then relaxed and said with some disbelief,

"How did you get in here?!"

In the midst of their conversation, he glanced at Geng Yiyang then looked at Chu Zheng with some confusion, "Who is this old man?"

His clothes were tattered, and his appearance was hardly presentable, giving off the impression that most of his body was already buried in the soil, as if he might lie down at any moment, unable to catch his next breath.

"…"

Chu Zheng was somewhat at a loss for words, speaking softly, "Taixuan Holy Land… Old Geng."

He didn't divulge Geng Yiyang's specific identity because Geng Yiyang had never claimed to be the Holy Master nor had he ever mentioned his full name.

In the presence of such characters, Chu Zheng always took extra care to avoid revealing anything he shouldn't, as even a slight hint could be perceived as a glaring flaw by such crafty old monsters—better to speak less and err less.

"Taixuan Holy Land?"

Fu Quanliang looked perplexed, "Since when did a Taixuan Holy Land appear in the Southern Region?"