Chapter 864: Chapter 546: Tribulation Qi, Jun Huang As time passed, the extremely tragic outcome of the Heaven Burial Palace eventually crossed the Star Sea, surging and spreading into the Falling Leaves Heaven of the Near Immortal Realm. At first, it was just scattered fragments, secretly circulated among small circles of high-level cultivators. Soon, like wildfire, through various channels, the events became increasingly detailed and clear, ultimately forming a storm sweeping the entire Near Immortal Realm. In the Near Immortal Realm, quite a few outstanding figures also ventured to the Heaven Burial Palace, especially the Lin Xian Three Clans. Accompanying the news from the Heaven Burial Palace was the news that the Master of Martial Pavilion was looking to accept a disciple into his chambers. However, compared to the near-total annihilation of a hundred thousand prodigies, this news seemed not so significant anymore. Rumors about Zheng Chu also reached the ears of many living creatures. Many were curious about Zheng Chu’s origins, and soon someone found his ascension registration records. Qi Cultivator. The source of thɪs content is 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅✦𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾✦𝗇𝖾𝗍 This previously unheard-of Taoist orthodoxy appeared for the first time in the view of many living creatures. Teahouses and taverns, marketplaces and caves, everywhere was filled with shocking discussions, a heavy atmosphere permeated the void of Falling Leaves Heaven, even the spiritual energy seemed to have become somewhat stagnant. In the midst of this tense atmosphere, Chu Zheng quietly left the cave dwelling where he had secluded himself for nearly two decades, accompanied by Zheng Ping and Chu An. He had no clear destination, drifting like dust in the vast expanse of this world. Along the way, various horrifying rumors about Zheng Chu in the Heaven Burial Palace inevitably reached their ears. Those rumors, after countless repetitions, had become bizarre, exaggerated, and distorted, depicting Zheng Chu as a terrifying being akin to a Demon God with three heads and six arms, killing without mercy. Occasionally hearing the vivid descriptions by many cultivators, Zheng Ping and Chu An would subconsciously look at the calm figure ahead of them, eyes filled with indescribable shock and reverence. Though they knew their master was powerful, they had never thought he could stir such a gigantic storm in a gathering place of top prodigies across the Great Universe! Chu Zheng was indifferent to these noisy rumors, with most of his mind immersed in contemplating his newfound insights and future plans. This time at the Heaven Burial Palace, the acquisition of that third of the Heavenly Power Fragment was the biggest gain, fundamental to his Taoist path. Nonetheless, the heavenly fate he obtained through slaughter and plundering was not particularly vast in total. The unclaimed heavenly fate contained within the Heaven Burial Palace requires fate to encounter, and he basically had no chance to see it, having spent all his time in killing and fighting. The heavenly fate he acquired came entirely from the prodigies burdened with Qi Fortune whom he slew. Though a few half-step emperors died by his hands, half-step is ultimately just half-step. The heavenly fate condensed in them pales greatly in comparison to what true ancient clans with half of Heaven’s Fortune possess, merely fragmented. With the prevailing search frenzy, the Ten Great Ancient Clans and even more forces are bound to go mad seeking him, Chu Zheng gradually cleared his thoughts and formed a decision — to take this opportunity to completely conceal himself for a while, digest his gains, and consolidate his cultivation. Once his strength is sufficient, he will plot to seize the Heavenly Mirror of the Star Moon Ancient Clan. Seizing the Heavenly Mirror is a crucial part of the plan. For one, it is an event clearly recorded in that ancient history, and he must ensure it happens; for another, the Heavenly Mirror itself stores part of the heavenly fate of the Star Moon Ancient Clan, which is vital for him to gather half of Heaven’s Fortune and successfully step into Chengzu’s path. Without this supplemental heavenly fate, the difficulty would greatly increase. Having basically considered what needs to be done, Chu Zheng began to try actively sensing the tribulation Qi that existed inexplicably. As his cultivation reached the Mysterious Immortal Realm, his life level transcended, allowing him to have a vague sense of such ethereal yet real things. He could perceive the faint tribulation Qi surrounding himself and Chu An, like invisible threads wrapping around fate’s trajectory, foreshadowing the dangers and obstacles they might face in the future. In comparison, the growth rate of tribulation Qi surrounding him was not overly exaggerated, remaining within a controllable range, much weaker than what would come after. In an instant, the trio arrived at a relatively prosperous area, where a small city filled with cultivators appeared ahead. The city was not extensive, spanning only a hundred miles or so. Its walls, built with massive dark green stones, shimmered with a faint spiritual light, surrounded by a not-so-advanced protective formation. Cultivator guards were stationed at the city gate, and all entering or leaving had to pay a small amount of spirit stones, above the gate were the ancient characters ‘Haoyun’. Haoyun City was controlled by the Zhang Family. This branch of the Zhang Family was also quite renowned in the expanse of Falling Leaves Heaven, reportedly, there was a powerful figure in their clan who reached the realm of Eighth Tribulation True Immortal at the tender age of several thousand years. An Eighth Tribulation True Immortal of this age can be described as exceptionally talented and stunning, indicating a high likelihood of stepping into the Immortal Venerable Domain in the future, a completely different significance, enough to make many families with Nine Tribulations True Immortals seated give the Zhang Family due respect. “I have some matters to handle alone, you two may roam freely, I will seek you in a few days,” Upon entering the city, Chu Zheng suddenly spoke, his voice calm. “Yes, master.” Though Zheng Ping and Chu An were somewhat surprised, they still responded with deep voices. This move by Chu Zheng has his own intentions. He paid the entry fee for the three, then disappeared silently into the crowd, like a drop of water blending into the ocean.