Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel-Chapter 525 - 364: Fragments of Memory

On the journey to Great Zhou, Chu Zheng spread out his divine sense, encompassing heaven and earth, collecting information, and soon became aware of some recent changes in the Cangyun Realm.

With a strong cultivation, digesting and deciphering information became effortless.

Secrets that were difficult for ordinary people to uncover were as clear as day to Chu Zheng now.

Since the unsealing of the Cangyun Secret Realm, the Cangyun Realm had undergone great changes, making some cultivation methods other than the Immortal Path appear in the world once again.

With the shackles of the Immortal Bone lost and most of the high-end combat power drawn away by the Immortal Alliance, over the past twenty years, Cangyun had a new generation of cultivators growing rapidly in astonishing numbers.

For these heretic path practitioners, Xi Ling, who governed the Heavenly Dao, did not use severe means to purge them directly, obviously opting for more gentle methods instead.

The laws of heaven and earth had changed somewhat, but Heavenly Fate was still predominantly held by the Immortal Path. Under such circumstances, the cultivation efficiency of other paths was naturally low and would gradually fade over time.

It just needed some time to slowly adjust and control.

For mortals without Immortal Bone, cultivating other Taoist orthodoxy was the only way out now. Overall, the current Cangyun was a thriving scene of a hundred schools contending.

Compared to before, the biggest difference was the sharp decline in the number of strong practitioners; Fourth Order Cultivators became rare experts, and Chu Zheng had not seen any along his journey through vast territories.

Most cultivators were quite young, with Third Order Cultivators being the top figures of the times, and no one mentioned the Great Tournament of Ten Thousand Sects anymore.

Originally, in the Southern Region, the Five Great Holy Lands had all perished except for Tianque and Golden Glass, with Primordial Spirit wiped out, Taixuan removed, and Tai Xu going into seclusion.

These two Holy Lands had also lowered their profiles in recent years, similar to the state of Tai Xu Holy Land, gathering their disciples for recuperation.

Before he knew it, Chu Zheng had arrived near the old site of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The Space Channel leading to the Vast Universe had been resealed, and the evil qi had been gradually dealt with. The previously occupied Spirit Land also showed signs of human activity again.

The Great Zhou Dynasty was long gone, and the region was now divided among more than ten family sects, each ruling their own territories.

Disinterested in these matters, Chu Zheng led Bai Nian to Luofeng City.

"Luofeng City..."

Gazing at the mottled inscription on the city gate, Chu Zheng's expression momentarily dazed, a faint sense of familiarity surged in his mind.

Regaining his composure, Chu Zheng shook his head, dissipating the strange feeling. After all, he had walked out from this very city, so the feeling was quite normal.

The city was now occupied by a small family, who cultivated not the Immortal Law but a body refining technique similar to martial arts.

The family had a young Second Order Cultivator, less than thirty years old, with some fame within a radius of several hundred miles.

As Chu Zheng and Bai Nian entered the city, the bustle of human activity greeted them.

At dawn, the streets were still wet with the night's dew.

The shops along the street were already open, tea houses emanated steam, and the chatter of tea drinkers combined with the aroma of tea, drifting through the streets and into Chu Zheng's ears, bringing him back to the human world.

On the streets, there were also some ragged refugees.

Chu Zheng walked slowly along the long street and stopped before the former Song Residence.

The Song Residence of old had left no trace, replaced by a lake pavilion, serene with surrounding pavilions and terraces.

"Heavenly Lake Pavilion..."

Looking at the plaque on the pavilion, Chu Zheng sighed softly. Only twenty years had passed, yet the stark shift in the world was never clearer.

Chu Zheng turned and left, spreading his divine sense, scanning Luofeng City inch by inch for clues.

Passing by a wonton stall, Chu Zheng halted.

Several tables and chairs were set up beside the stall. The steam rising from the pot blurred the sunlight filtering through the trees.

The stall was run by a father and daughter. The father, in his forties, had greying temples, and the daughter, a young girl in her late teens, had a graceful figure and wore simple grey clothes with a freshly picked begonia in her hair.

There were few customers at the stall. The girl deftly cleared the bowls and chopsticks, then quickly took a bowl of wontons to a corner of the alley.

In the alley corner curled a small beggar, about eleven or twelve years old, with crippled legs drawn close.

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"Little beggar, dinner time."

The girl called softly, pouring the wontons from her bowl into the beggar's tattered bowl, and then turned back to attend to other customers.

Chu Zheng watched the girl's figure intently, his eyebrows furrowed, as a momentous wave surged within his mind, something deep inside seemed ready to emerge.

Fragments of blurred memories flashed across his mind, fleeting and elusive.

"Two bowls of wontons."

Chu Zheng stepped forward and spoke softly.

The girl, while tidying up the bowls and chopsticks, didn't look up and said:

"Please find a seat, it will be ready soon."

Chu Zheng and Bai Nian found an empty table and sat down.

A short while later, the girl brought two bowls of wontons, and upon seeing Chu Zheng's appearance, she froze on the spot.

The man before her had moon-shaped eyebrows, eyes like deep pools of cold water, slightly upturned corners of his eyes like phoenix feathers, and wore a dark brocade robe, like an immortal painting come to life.

The girl, momentarily dazed, then quickly lowered her eyes in panic, fearing she might have offended a nobleman.

"Please enjoy."

The girl muttered a few words, turned, and stumbled away without daring to look back.

This man didn't seem to belong to this city, or even this world, and was not someone she could provoke.

Chu Zheng withdrew his gaze, sipping the wontons silently, trying to dig out the fleeting memory fragments, but they remained unclear.

The recent experience was too strongly evocative, making it hard for him to ignore.

He used to encounter wontons, and whenever he had free time, he would have two bowls, a seemingly ordinary habit.

But upon deeper reflection, he realized something was amiss. In his past life, he didn't particularly like wontons, so how did he develop this habit?

"What's the matter?"

Bai Nian sensed Chu Zheng's strangeness, glanced back at the father and daughter a few times, finding nothing unusual, and became even more puzzled.

Chu Zheng snapped back to reality and casually asked, not expecting much:

"You've read many ancient books. Do you have any insights on past and present lives?"