Capítulo 869: Chapter 546: Tribulation Qi, Jun Huang Outside the window, a gentle breeze passed by, stirring the beaded curtain, emitting a faint rustling sound. Zhang Qingfeng instinctively turned to the sound, and in a flash, Chu An’s eyes suddenly focused. The thread of Yuan Qi at her fingertips floated up like an invisible wisp of smoke, silently entering Zhang Qingfeng’s brow. Zhang Qingfeng’s expression froze instantly, his eyes became unfocused and bewildered, his body swayed, then he softly collapsed to the ground, sinking into a deep sleep. His Fifth Order cultivation was a realm higher than Chu An’s, but he still fell for the Soul-Confusing Technique used by the Qi Cultivator. The Soul-Confusing Technique didn’t cause any harm, only guiding him to sleep, not even triggering a response from the Protective Immortal Treasure. Chu An didn’t pause at all, took a deep breath, imitating the fluctuation of Zhang Qingfeng’s cultivation aura in front of her. Her bones emitted a barely audible crackling sound as her face and body rippled like water. Yuan Qi circulated, shapeless in its transformation, employing the Shape-Shifting Divine Power. In the blink of an eye, standing there was no longer a cold woman but another Zhang Qingfeng, vividly capturing even the arrogance between his brows. Chu An walked out of the room, tightly closed the door, then sealed it with an array, and transmitted a message to Zheng Ping. Zheng Ping’s heart pounded wildly, suppressing his shock, he immediately nodded. The two of them exited the courtyard one after another, Chu An looking calm, even slightly impatient, instructed the waiting servants outside the courtyard: “I’m taking him out for some business. You stay here, do not let anyone disturb us.” The servants didn’t dare to look Zhang Qingfeng directly in the eye, let alone question, all bowed in response. Inside the courtyard, within the room sealed by the array, the void rippled slightly, and a figure fell to the ground. It was a middle-aged man in gray robes, whose cultivation had reached the Eighth Order, a First Tribulation True Immortal. At this moment, the middle-aged man had completely fainted, indistinguishable from Zhang Qingfeng on the ground. This was Zhang Qingfeng’s personal Protector. Chu Zheng glanced at the two people on the ground, observing the dissipating Tribulation Qi on Chu An, deep in thought. This tribulation of Chu An, under his intervention, dissipated almost instantly. If he hadn’t intervened, today these two wouldn’t have been able to leave. However, this should be the utmost that Chu An could achieve. Fundamentally speaking, this tribulation wasn’t particularly perilous; without external interference, Chu An could have continued cultivating here, waiting for the tribulation to pass without life-threatening danger. Having reached a conclusion, he no longer wanted to waste time exploring further. In this short period, concerning Tribulation Qi, he had explored enough, gaining sufficient references. With Zheng Ping, Chu An strode forward, moving through the mansion unimpeded, none seeing through the disguise. The two passed safely through multiple courtyards and pavilions, exiting the heavily guarded Zhang Mansion gates, then quickened their pace, blending into the street crowd, swiftly heading out of the city. Once they were far from Haoyun City, feeling the gentle breeze from the open fields, Chu An released the divine power, returning to her original form, her face slightly pale. It was the first time she used the Shape-Shifting Divine Power; if she hadn’t seen the master use it, she might not have recalled it promptly. In that moment, both felt as if they had escaped death’s jaws, exchanging a glance, seeing relief in each other’s eyes. Just as they steadied their breath and were about to discuss their next move, the space ahead rippled like a water curtain, a figure appearing silently, as if it had been standing there all along, integrating with the surrounding world. Clad in green, expression calm, it was Chu Zheng. Zheng Ping and Chu An both beamed with joy, hearts settling, stepping forward to bow in respect. Looking at Chu Zheng before them, Chu An’s emotions stirred, their mind flooded with speculations, perhaps the master had always been by their side. Chu Zheng’s gaze lingered for a moment on Chu An’s slightly pale face, then he nodded slightly without saying more, and merely remarked lightly: With that, he casually waved his hand forward. A soft sound echoed as the void was effortlessly torn apart, revealing a massive black rift. Beyond the rift, chaotic Qi surged, and the boundless, brilliant starlight streamed from the deep universe. The starlight fell through the space rift, illuminating the three figures. Chu Zheng took the lead and stepped under the starry sky. Zheng Ping and Chu An followed closely without hesitation. As soon as their figures disappeared into the rift, it instantly closed up, as if it had never appeared. The Near Immortal Realm, about to become a place of strife, no longer had any reason to linger. The disciple acceptance ceremony of the Ancestor of the Martial Pavilion became another grand event attracting the attention of the entire Great Universe, following the Heaven Burial Palace. In the depths of the starry sky, the ancestral grounds of the Martial Pavilion opened up part of its outer region. Numerous radiant starships, massive as mountains’ Primordial Beasts, and even temporary boundary gates constructed by Great Powers who tore through the void, gathered here. Various forces, especially those ancient races with profound heritage, sent heavyweight figures to witness the event. The grandeur of the event matched, if not surpassed, that of the Heaven Burial Palace. Among them, the arrival of many ancient clans was particularly noteworthy. They not only dispatched high-ranking elders from their clans, but also brought many exceptional youths who had never been revealed to the outside world. These young living creatures, each brimming with divine aura, had blood like dragons; some had unique eyes, others bore unusual phenomena, and as they walked, they naturally emanated the essence of the Dao. Evidently, they had been nurtured with the highest-grade resources and the mightiest inheritance Secret Techniques from a young age. Their appearance was like stars rising suddenly, instantly illuminating the entire starry sky. At the same time, this was a declaration to all races that the deep-seated heritage of the ancient clans, accumulated over long ages and dauntingly formidable, would not easily crumble due to the Heaven Burial Palace’s defeat. The complete annihilation within the Heaven Burial Palace brought huge losses to the major ancient clans, yet in some ways, it also indirectly fostered some changes. The fall of many top-tier exceptional youths created vacancies for vast amounts of core resources and cultivation opportunities, allowing some clan members who were not initially the most favored but possessed extraordinary talent to unexpectedly receive unprecedented, lavish resource allocations and focused training opportunities. For these substitutes, it was a blessing in disguise. Their cultivation began to advance rapidly, emerging into prominence, and thus compensated the clans somewhat for the losses from the gaps created. The Martial Pavilion, as the host, took advantage of this gathering of exceptional talents from all races to organize a grand meeting where many exceptional youths could exchange and compete, ostensibly to test the strength of the new generation among the clans. For a time, on the vast arenas specially established in the major Star Domains, divine light soared into the sky, laws roared, and various unheard-of powerful Immortal Techniques, astonishing Divine Skills, and forbidden Secret Techniques emerged one after another, eliciting exclamations from the visiting living creatures of various clans. The exceptional youths of the ancient clans each displayed their Divine Skills, clashing fiercely in battles worthy of being called struggles between dragons and tigers, brilliantly spectacular, even surpassing the Heaven Burial Ceremony in standard. Amid this dazzling competition, a name that originally did not hail from the top ancient clans and was not well-known burst forth like a dark horse, rising to fame. Jun Huang, the personal disciple of the Ancestor of the Martial Pavilion, rose like a comet, sweeping through and defeating many powerful opponents. His combat techniques were overwhelmingly powerful, yet carried an inexplicable ancient charm, as if a Primordial Beast slumbered within him, causing many core heirs of ancient clans to find him troublesome, and even suffer defeat. Fınd the newest release on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱 While the grand event at the Martial Pavilion was in full swing, another undercurrent surged powerfully. Some ancient mighty experts, with cultivation reaching the heavens and earth, used Great Divine Power and vague clues to trace back through time, casting their eyes on the remote Near Immortal Realm, Falling Leaves Heaven. There were even several ancient ancestors with extremely close ties to the fallen exceptional youths, or enraged by losses in Heavenly Fate, who personally arrived at the Near Immortal Realm, sparing no great expense to deduce findings. Their Divine Senses, like invisible nets, instantly enveloped the entire Near Immortal Realm and even the surrounding Star Domain, meticulously scrutinizing every inch of void, every wisp of aura, attempting to find any possible trace related to Zheng Chu. Under the vast ancestral pressure, all living creatures trembled, and even the grass and trees were alarmed, as if doomsday had descended. However, the outcome left these supreme existences feeling perplexed and frustrated once again. Despite their exhaustive searches and deductions, and even at the cost of disturbing the River of Space-Time to spy, all matters concerning Zheng Chu seemed to have been completely erased by an invisible hand, leaving nothing behind, suffocatingly thorough. Apart from the initial record of him as a Qi Cultivator at the time of his Ascension, no other effective clues could be found. He was like a huge rock tossed into the ocean, causing waves upon entry, but then vanishing into nothingness, as if he had never existed. Ultimately, all investigations returned empty-handed.