Chapter 456: Heaven Kunlun Mountain-Moving Divine Strength

Chapter 456: The Divine Power of Moving Mountains from Heavenly Kunlun

January 1st.

Wanfa University City, 19 levels underground.

Director Lin looked at Zhang Yu before him with an expressionless face and said calmly, "If you can tunnel through the blueprint within three hours, I shall consider you to have passed this trial."

Zhang Yu nodded slightly and walked toward the opening. The next moment, as his hand seals shifted, layers of soil and sand began to peel away from the hole of their own accord.

In the blink of an eye, the tunnel began to deepen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Simultaneously, Zhang Yu changed his left-hand seal and thrust it sharply upward.

Streams of metallic dust surged from the earth, coalescing into simple metal supports that, combined with the reshaped cavern, stabilized the internal structure.

One palm strike after another, Zhang Yu hammered into the tunnel; with every strike, he advanced, pushing forward against the tremors and roars of the earth.

To continue advancing underground like this was akin to moving through a bottomless, disorienting darkness—a process sufficient to breed agitation, doubt, and even terror in the human heart.

Yet, Zhang Yu simply moved forward in silence, striking out to suppress the terrain.

Compared to the hardships and difficulties he had endured along his journey, what was this mere tunnel excavation?

After Zhang Yu had advanced for two hours, palm by palm, step by step.

With the explosion of yet another rock layer, points of starlight pierced through from the night sky, illuminating the path ahead.

He emerged from the long, dark underground passage, gazing at the twinkling stars in the night sky, and a sudden sense of emotion welled up within him.

It was as if, after wandering in the darkness for so long, he had finally glimpsed a rare and radiant future.

At this moment, Zhang Yu heaved a long sigh and said, "It is finally done."

To have finally mastered the Divine Power of Moving Mountains from Heavenly Kunlun meant he had truly distinguished himself within Wanfa University, gaining that sliver of possibility to step into the great sects.

Not long after, Director Lin passed through the tunnel, arrived before Zhang Yu, and nodded: "Passed."

"I have already sent you the electronic version and usage rights for the Seventh Absolute."

With that, Director Lin’s figure flickered and vanished without a trace.

Zhang Yu, unable to wait, opened the electronic file of the Seventh Absolute and began practicing the technique on the spot—the Kunyuan Art.

As the final of the Seven Earth-Wood Absolutes, this Kunyuan Art was a technique capable of temporarily compressing the density of matter.

By circulating his internal energy, one could subject all matter within a hundred-meter radius to intense, crushing pressure.

However, this Kunyuan Art was also the most complex and difficult to master among the Seven Earth-Wood Absolutes.

Once Zhang Yu had mastered it, he felt a miraculous change in the energy released outside his body; it could suddenly expand and then contract, forming a high-density domain.

Zhang Yu did not rush to attempt the practice of the Heavenly Kunlun Mountain-Moving Divine Power, choosing instead to continue silently cultivating the Kunyuan Art, contemplating its profound mysteries.

After a full night, watching the sunlight gradually emerge in the sky, Zhang Yu felt it was time to comprehend the Heavenly Kunlun Mountain-Moving Divine Power.

Just then, a message from Master Jiaolei suddenly appeared in his ocular implant.

Master Jiaolei: Zhang Yu, the teacher says you didn't attend class? What is going on?

Zhang Yu was slightly stunned, secretly cursing his bad luck; he had been so immersed in martial arts that he had forgotten to ask for leave.

Zhang Yu: Teacher, I didn't skip class; I simply forgot to request leave.

Master Jiaolei: Working overtime?

Zhang Yu: I was so engrossed in practicing our department's military-grade martial art, the Heavenly Kunlun Mountain-Moving Divine Power, and seeing that I was on the verge of success, I had to take a day off.

Zhang Yu: Teacher, please help me explain this clearly to the professor and my classmates. Tell them the true reason I missed class; I don't want people thinking I'm someone who skips class at will.

Looking at the message Zhang Yu sent, Master Jiaolei cursed under his breath: "This kid... he wants me to help him show off?"

After closing the chat window, Zhang Yu refocused his attention on the Seven Earth-Wood Absolutes.

As the Xuanhuang Mountain-Suppressing Seal, Great Wilderness Mountain-Moving Strength, Earth-Control Divine Transformation, Dragon Vein Induction Chapter, Pointing to Earth to Turn to Steel, Twisting Soil into Gold, and Kunyuan Art flowed through his mind one by one.

Each technique began to circulate within his body in succession.

In an instant, a profound understanding of these seven techniques flashed through his mind like bolts of lightning, and finally, everything clicked into place.

The earth around Zhang Yu began to tremble violently, and strands of soil and sand began to drift upward as if unaffected by gravity.

Next, the clothes on Zhang Yu’s body seemed to break free from the shackles of gravity, fluttering upward one by one.

Finally, Zhang Yu’s hair began to float, strand by strand, swaying as if he were deep underwater.

1 hour...

2 hours...

3 hours...

With a sudden flash of brilliance in Zhang Yu’s eyes, his entire body shot into the sky, distancing himself from the earth in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Zhang Yu was like a swimming fish floating upward, tracing graceful trajectories in the high altitude, as if wandering through the invisible atmosphere.

Finally, he hung head-down, arms spread wide, as if to embrace the earth below, or perhaps to hold it up with his own hands.

The next moment, as Zhang Yu’s hand seals changed, his entire body suddenly froze in mid-air, a look of intoxication on his face as he gazed at the boundless earth beneath his feet.

"Finally... mastered it."

With a soft click in his ocular implant.

Zhang Yu had taken a photo of himself at that moment. Having finally mastered the Heavenly Kunlun Mountain-Moving Divine Power, how could he not post it to his social feed?

Accompanying the image of himself suspended high in the sky, head-down, overlooking the earth, Zhang Yu wrote: Is this the perspective after mastering the Heavenly Kunlun Mountain-Moving Divine Power?

Mo Shangjin: Congratulations, congratulations.

Tu Lishan: Great photo, send me the original.

Director Gao: [Flowers][Flowers][Flowers]

Yu Xinghan: Take me flying next time.

Le Mulan: So amazing, Teacher Yin wants to see you again.

Su Yanyang: Brother! Awesome! The competition is all up to you now.

Ye Xingli: [3 Spirit Coins] Congratulations. I'll add you to our Wanfa military group in a moment; it's a group only accessible to those who have mastered military-grade power.

Gongshu Jin: [1 Spirit Coin] Senior Brother, let's compete together again when you have time next year.

Ying Xin: Congratulations! Senior Brother! I have some new stock; I'll bring it to you after school today.

Zhao Tianxing: [Excited]

After casually scrolling through the messages, Zhang Yu received a communication request from Bai Zhenzhen.

As a projection flickered into existence, Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen were both seen hanging upside down, suspended against the horizon.

"Yuzi, you did it!"

...

Heavenly Sword University.

Bai Zhenzhen was smiling as she looked at Zhang Yu on the other end.

With a sudden, violent whip of her long hair, she unleashed a torrent of sword light that slashed toward the horizon in every direction.

In an instant, the air within hundreds of meters began to howl with the screech of blades, carving deep, jagged fissures dozens of meters into the earth below.

The sky offered no resistance; as the beams of light surged upward, they tore the very clouds into ragged ribbons of mist.

Four students were driven back, layer by layer, by the sheer pressure of the sword aura trailing from Bai Zhenzhen’s hair, their lives hanging by a thread.

As the spiritual armor upon their bodies began to shatter, one of them shrieked, "Senior Sister! Senior Sister!"

Another cried out, "Senior Sister! Watch where you’re aiming! You’re going to kill us!"

Wen Wuyai exhaled a stream of sword light that danced like a white dragon, intercepting the onslaught and shielding the others, before he barked, "Zhenzhen, focus! Your sword intent swells with your heart; if your mind wanders, you’ll end up taking lives!"

Bai Zhenzhen waved a hand in a casual gesture of reassurance, and the surrounding brilliance slowly began to fade.

One of the students, having barely survived the ordeal, asked Wen Wuyai, "Senior Brother! How did Senior Sister’s sword intent become so ferocious all of a sudden?"

Wen Wuyai explained, "That is the nature of military-grade techniques—they are unreasonable, defying all common logic."

"Zhenzhen’s Seven Emotions Sword Path is particularly extreme."

"One sword, seven emotions; when the seven emotions rest, all is still."

"Every fluctuation of feeling causes the power of the sword path to surge, manifesting a phenomenon where spirit influences matter."

"Zhenzhen must have been overcome with joy and excitement, which caused this 'Slash of Ultimate Bliss' to erupt in power."

The student asked again, "Is Senior Sister chatting with that friend from the first level again? She likes that friend so much that she’s always so happy after their calls. If she brought that person along to the Top Ten League, wouldn't her combat prowess skyrocket?"

Wen Wuyai replied coolly, "Are the seven emotions and six desires so easily defined? Sometimes, being together every day brings little emotional turbulence; it is the rare, fleeting encounter that triggers the most violent shifts in sword intent."

"Besides, if one were happy every single day, how would she ever unleash the power of her other techniques?"

...

Not long after Zhang Yu finished his call with Bai Zhenzhen, he received a message from his sister.

Zhang Pianpian: Mastering a military-grade technique in under three years—isn't that a bit too high-profile?

Zhang Yu: I had no choice; I reached this point before I even realized it.

Zhang Pianpian: Regardless, congratulations on making it this far.

Zhang Pianpian: The winds of change are rising, and the situation is volatile. Since you are representing the school in the tournament, I fear for your safety.

Zhang Pianpian: It wasn't easy to get here; you must be cautious and prudent.

Zhang Pianpian: If you run into trouble, contact me immediately.

Zhang Yu: Understood. You be careful too.

Zhang Yu: Safety first.

Watching the message from her younger brother, a faint, imperceptible smile touched the corner of Zhang Pianpian’s lips.

Yan Qianji, standing nearby, remarked, "Oh? So you actually know how to smile. Did your stocks go up? Why so happy?"

Zhang Pianpian replied coldly, "That’s none of your business."

"Let’s focus on the work."

In the Spirit Realm where Zhang Pianpian stood, a multitude of students and faculty from the Artifact Refinement and Talisman departments were gathered around a colossal statue.

This statue was the manifestation of the high-intelligence artifact spirit of the Nectar God-Monarch within the Spirit Realm.

Zhang Pianpian and her fellow talisman students had come here to assist the Magnetic Pole Monarch in breaking through the defenses of the artifact spirit.

But in the next moment, as eyes began to bloom across the surface of the statue, a voice that could not be distinguished as male or female echoed through the realm.

"Do you... really want to work this much?"

"Do you... not want a two-day weekend?"

The Magnetic Pole Monarch snorted, "The artifact spirit has lost its mind. Do not be swayed or influenced by its deceptions."

"Continue your efforts. Work three more days of overtime, and I will triple your wages. It won't be able to hold out much longer."

The artifact spirit’s voice rang out again: "Fools. It is not I who am deceived, but you."