Chapter 877: Chapter 548: Heavenly Mirror For a long time, the three Great Immortal Emperors simultaneously withdrew their Divine Sense and exchanged a glance, their powerful Divine Sense communicating swiftly in silence: “Indeed, it shares the same source as that of Zheng Chu, with a unique nature, clearly not from any known orthodoxy. However, we found no clues about the immortal-banishing rune in the Lower Realm, which means Zheng Chu did not pass on this forbidden technique.” “The path of the Qi Cultivator seems unique, but in truth, it demands an exceptional comprehension, making it difficult to master and spread. The key issue still lies with Zheng Chu himself; we must find him.” “The causal lines on these Lower Realm Qi Cultivators are very faint and their connections are loose, having no deep or direct causal relationship with Zheng Chu. They are more like a bunch of Loose Cultivators who received scattered inheritances rather than inheritors of a strict Taoist Orthodoxy.” In an instant, the three had finished exchanging their thoughts, an indiscernible trace of disappointment flickered across their faces. What they thought was a significant clue turned out to lead nowhere again. They didn’t even glance at Ming Lingfeng, as if he were just a useless stone. With a turn, they stepped into the void and disappeared, coming and going with great speed. The oppressive aura vanished abruptly. Only then did the two Heavenly Generals dare to lift their heads, their faces still pale from the aftermath of fear, momentarily bewildered, unsure of how to react. The Great Immortal Emperors left without a word; whether to let this person pass or not… Ming Lingfeng swallowed hard, suppressing the turbulent waves in his heart, cautiously probing: “Two seniors, may I ascend to the Upper Realm now?” Follow current novels on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝘯𝘦𝘵 The two Heavenly Generals exchanged a look, glanced at the direction where the three Great Immortal Emperors had disappeared, and nodded silently, stepping aside to clear the path to the end of the Jade Steps. Since the Great Immortal Emperors did nothing to this person, naturally they wouldn’t further trouble an Ascender. Although Zheng Chu hadn’t been heard from for a long time, it didn’t mean he was dead. Both Zheng Chu and the Great Immortal Emperors were not entities they could afford to offend. Ming Lingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, quickly cupped his hands, then took a deep breath, stepping onto the Jade Steps leading to the Upper Realm with excitement and trepidation. With one step, it was as if he passed through a warm water screen, and the scenery before him suddenly opened up. Rich spiritual energy surged toward him like a tide, invigorating his heart, causing every pore of his body to open involuntarily. Looking around, the sky was a deep blue, pure and boundless, with Immortal Cranes soaring through the clouds. On the ground, the landscape was a tapestry of mountains and rivers, with Spirit Veins gushing and Strange Grass covering the ground like crystals. Suspended Immortal Islands were scattered across the sky, waterfalls cascading down from the islands like overturned Milky Ways, roaring as they fell. The magnificent outline of Immortal Cities appeared amidst the clouds and mist, with countless streams of light darting across the sky, either by sword flying or cloud riding Cultivators. Further away, one could even see vast complexes of Immortal Palaces floating high in the heavens, exuding a profound majesty. This was Falling Leaves Heaven in the Upper Realm; compared to the Lower Realm, this was simply a legendary fairyland! Utterly incomparable! Ming Lingfeng took a deep breath, suppressing the shock and excitement within, trying hard not to appear like a bumpkin who had just entered the city. Coming back to his senses, he began unobtrusively wandering through the Immortal Cities around him, pricking up his ears, subtly inquiring for news. Soon, the tide of information overwhelmed him, and under intentional probing, news about Zheng Chu came flooding in. Particularly the shocking rumors about the Heaven Burial Palace, which, after more than three hundred years of fermentation, had spawned countless versions, becoming increasingly legendary. Things like destroying ten thousand heavenly prodigies with a single hand, or subduing the direct descendants of ancient clans with a fist… Listening to these tales stirred Ming Lingfeng’s blood, making him feel an immense reverence for the pathfinder he had never met. No wonder he’s revered as the founding ancestor of the Qi Refining Lineage, such an awe-inspiring figure. It’s just uncertain if he will have the fortune to meet such a legendary figure in his lifetime… Deep in the vast Star Sea, in stark contrast to the flourishing immortal realm of Falling Leaves Heaven. Here the Stars were sparsely distributed, many were dim and lifeless, even presenting a desolate grayish hue. The backdrop of the Universe was no longer deep black, but carried a cold and emptiness blue. The remnants of Stars hung in the Void like graves, and in the extreme distance, nebulae spun slowly like vortices, devouring light and emanating unsettling energy fluctuations. At the center of this desolate and barren Star Domain was the Martial Pavilion Ancestral Land. It wasn’t a Star or continent in the usual sense, but a cluster of great worlds. From the outside, it appeared more like a slowly rotating three-dimensional celestial whirlpool, with countless suns, moons, and stars orbiting its core. On closer inspection, many of these stars were Immortal Mountains and ancient palaces. Countless vast blood-red Divine Chains extended like shackles, reaching into the void, anchoring the Universe in all directions, stabilizing this Ancestral Land. The mighty Qi Blood Power and pure Martial Arts True Intent merged, forming a visible crimson-gold divine radiance, flickering like breathing, allowing any approaching entity to feel a pressure emanating from the depth of their soul. This was the Martial Pavilion, the Human Race’s Martial Dao Holy Land, with unfathomable foundations. A stream of light traveled from the distant sky, moving extremely fast, stopping at a barren section of the cosmos quite a distance away from the Martial Pavilion Ancestral Land. The stream of light dissipated, revealing the figures of Chu Zheng, Zheng Ping, and Chu An.