```The two Immortal Sects were headed for a decisive battle.
Loose cultivators, including those from smaller sects, found the current living environment extremely tough with scarce resources, and they dared not take sides.
In comparison to Night Light Pavilion, the strength of Phantom Spirit Sect was indeed weaker, but after all, this place was closer to the Phantom Spirit Sect's home ground.
The Phantom Spirit Sect had been entrenched here for tens of thousands of years, and many ancestors of the smaller sects had grown up listening to the name of Phantom Spirit Sect.
Even though it was now in decline, the influence it once wielded still existed.
These loose cultivators were drawn to this great battle more to find out the news firsthand, to then decide how to proceed in the future.
Their own strength could only go with the flow; a slight carelessness might drown them in the changing tides.
Chu Zheng looked up at the sky; the day was waning, and dusky twilight began to emerge on the horizon.
The day of the decisive battle was tomorrow, and fighting between cultivators was entirely different from mortal dynastic struggles for supremacy.
With the intervention of the Holy Land, and now that both sects had disclosed their trump cards, a head-to-head confrontation was inevitable.
Deploying troops and strategizing cunningly were utterly useless in this context—it was all about who had higher cultivation. Victory was most likely to go to those with stronger combat capabilities and a more abundant supply of magic treasures and elixirs.
The battle would not be prolonged. A burst of effort would likely settle the outcome swiftly.
In Chu Zheng's view, Night Light Pavilion was bound to win; it was just a question of how many losses it would suffer.
Yuan Qi could not be faked; the power accumulated by Night Light Pavilion was far greater than that of Phantom Spirit Sect.
Chu Zheng found a suitable spot to watch the battle, dug a hole halfway up a mountain, and buried himself in it, leaving just a small hole that directly faced the battlefield.
Afterwards, he circulated the Yuan Qi within his body, and gradually, his presence merged with the rocks and soil as he sank into cultivation.
Before commencing the Qi Circulation, Chu Zheng glanced at the panel.
[Name: Chu Zheng]
[Cultivation: Qi Refining: Mid Spirit Transformation Realm, Immortal Path: Mid Spirit Spring Realm]
[Cultivation Technique: Taixuan Divine Fire Scripture (Eighth Order), Great Circulatory Qi Guideline (Sixth Order/Incomplete), Heavenly Star Body Refining Technique (Fifth Order), Dragon-Tiger Body (Fourth Order/Incomplete)…]
[Divine Skills: Xuan Tian Seal Third Form (Fifth Order), Space Condensing Art (Sixth Order), Object Control (First Order), Transmute Stone to Gold (First Order), Invisibility Technique (First Order)…]
[Repair Master: Second Order (445/1000)]
[Remaining Number of Repairs for Today: 0]
[Currently Repairable: Great Circulatory Qi Guideline - Upper Volume (0/1000), Dragon Tiger Body - Middle Volume (0/500), Phantom Spirit Technique (0/10000), Five Elements Shaping Yuan Pill (125/500)]
Ever since he commenced cultivating the Immortal Law, the information on the panel had changed, showing specific levels of cultivation for both Qi Cultivator and Immortal Path, not just a general summary like before.
There seemed to be a clear distinction between these two paths of cultivation.
Chu Zheng pondered for a moment, then closed the panel.
Once the Five Elements Shaping Yuan Pill was repaired, repairing the Great Circulatory Qi Guideline - Upper Volume would need to be scheduled.
The entrance volume recorded the cultivation methods only for the Spirit Transformation Realm and the next realm, Jade Bone.
There was no specific path on how to proceed with cultivation after advancing to Jade Bone or how to condense a Dao Embryo.
Once the Five Elements Shaping Yuan Pill was restored, his cultivation in Qi Refining was expected to enter a period of rapid advancement, not far from the Jade Bone Realm, so early preparation was essential.
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The moon rose and set, and overnight, time passed in the blink of an eye.
Morning light emerged from the edge of the sky, a gentle breeze swept over the mountain peaks, stirring sand and stones, creating faint and barely perceptible sounds.
The fluctuations of Yuan Qi between heaven and earth gradually became turbulent and chaotic, awakening Chu Zheng from his cultivation.
The spot he had chosen was less than a thousand miles from the center of the battlefield, offering a commanding view. From his elevated position, he could oversee the entire battlefield.
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At such a great distance, although Chu Zheng had not yet specifically cultivated the Thousand-Mile Eye divine skill, he could still see the vague outlines clearly thanks to the Yuan Qi.
For him, as long as he could discern which side's Yuan Qi fluctuations were diminishing, he could grasp the trends of the battlefield.
Chu Zheng's mind was mostly focused on the Life-link Seal, paying close attention to Fu Quanliang's condition.
The battlefield was chaotic; anything could happen.
If he sensed something amiss, he could use divine skills to send some aid to Fu Quanliang with his own Blood Qi and Essence Yuan.
As long as it wasn't an instant death, with the support of the Repair Master's panel, he could save Fu Quanliang's life.
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In the desolate reaches of the Great Desert, tens of thousands of figures were scattered about, stretching into two lengthy lines nearly two hundred miles long.
The two sides faced each other from tens of thousands of feet apart.
Above the sky, two figures stood opposite each other, the commanding generals at the front of both Sects.
Han Yuliang's expression was indifferent, dressed in a green gown with a golden crown and a jade belt, emanating an unchanging air of nobility as if he were a lord.
Standing opposite him was a strapping man in his thirties, clad in gilded heavy armor, tall and burly as a mountain, nearly ten feet tall, with Blood Qi fierce as a dragon, clearly a man of Great Achievement of Body Refinement.
The commander of Night Light Pavilion, Lei Shilong, born with an exceptional Root Bone, had achieved Perfection in the fourth layer of the Dragon Whale Body Refining Technique, the secret method of Night Light Pavilion, in just over 270 years.
He had the prospect of stepping into the Divine Infant Realm within three hundred years, almost the ultimate possible for someone with Middle-Quality Immortal Bone.
"Han Yuliang, I've long heard of your name, the current helmsman of the Han Family. Our Sect's Supreme once mentioned you, you might ascend to Divine Infant within ten years," Lei Shilong laughed heartily, his voice spreading across the entire battlefield:
"Phantom Spirit Sect is in decline, with defeat looming, staying with Phantom Spirit Sect is like a pearl gathering dust. You might as well bring the Han Family to join our Night Light Pavilion, perhaps you might even have a chance at Divine Transformation."
This statement inevitably caused some unrest among the troops below.
"When my ancestor founded Phantom Spirit Sect, your Night Light Pavilion's old ancestor hadn't even been born. A moment of glory is just a castle in the air, a mere clown; in this battle, Phantom Spirit Sect will be victorious."
Han Yuliang's face was without the slightest ripple, his hair wild in the wind, his green robe flapping in the fierce breeze, nearly divine in stature: "Today, I will show you what the foundation of a great faction is."
Before his words had finished, he slightly turned his palm and took out a Spirit Pill, the size of a baby's fist, with seven pores on the pill as if it was breathing, swallowing the majestic Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth.
After being taken out for a mere breath's time, the entire surface of the pill was covered with a layer of Spiritual Frost, beginning to crystallize.
"Nascent Soul Pill!" Lei Shilong's face jerked, and after reacting, his expression drastically changed: "You are seeking your own death!"
The next instant, a Great Halberd appeared in his hand, his Blood Qi surged violently, as if a True Dragon was awakening, charging straight at Han Yuliang.
Lei Shilong didn't hold back in the slightest, his body seemed to burn in blood flames, the Void rippling like the surface of water, nearly torn apart.
Gurgle—
Without any hesitation, Han Yuliang swallowed the Nascent Soul Pill, and in the snap of a finger, his aura began to swell dramatically.
A vague figure emerged from Han Yuliang's forehead, becoming increasingly solid, and in just a few blinks, it was indistinguishable from him, with cracks visible on the body.
Breaking through as a Cultivator is not as simple as it seems, Soul Condensation into Nascent is no less than a matter of life and death.
Breaking through during battle is not something all Cultivators have the courage for; a single mistake could mean utter annihilation, the soul dissipated.
Han Yuliang, with a long accumulation and years of consolidation, stepped into the Peak of Soul Condensing Realm and risked a forced breakthrough with the Nascent Soul Pill; even his Divine Infant was nearly split open, proving its peril.
Not far away, Chu Zheng, hiding on the mountainside, could only feel a brightening before his eyes, as if a great sun had suddenly risen in the sky, almost blinding him.
At the sight of this brilliant sun, Chu Zheng was slightly startled.
The reality deviated severely from his prior estimation; Night Light Pavilion had fallen into an absolute disadvantage.
A crushing defeat was imminent.
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