Chapter 630: Great Changes Unseen in Ten Thousand Years

Chapter 630: A Great Upheaval Unseen in Ten Thousand Years

Kuang Tianqing cast a cold glance at Li Shiwei and said indifferently, "Dao Qiankun's death has nothing to do with me."

"Rather than killing him off the stage, I look forward even more to striking down this defeated foe in the grand tournament."

Li Shiwei shouted, "But you were the last person to see Dao Qiankun that night!"

Flicking his fingertips, Kuang Tianqing replied with utter nonchalance, "I've already told the patrol team what I did and said when I went to see Dao Qiankun, and it has been confirmed to have no connection to his death."

"If anyone is still dissatisfied, they can take it up with your school's administration."

Having said that, Kuang Tianqing urged, "Hey? Can the auction continue now?"

Just as the auction of Dao Qiankun's corpse was resuming, a projection suddenly descended upon the scene, halting the funeral.

"My apologies, everyone. I am buying out Dao Qiankun's remains entirely. I hope you will grant me this favor and refrain from participating in today's auction any further."

Those present immediately recognized the projected figure as Dao Shuyi, an elder of Dao Qiankun's sect; though merely a Nascent Soul True Lord, he was of the same generation as the Heavenly Deduction Divine Lord, and more importantly, a powerful executive in the leading mega-enterprise, the Myriad Dao Group.

Following Dao Shuyi's words, ninety-nine percent of the attendees abandoned any intention of continuing to bid.

And after a round of bidding from Dao Shuyi, the rest also quietly backed down.

Before leaving, Zhang Yu approached Dao Qiankun's corpse, gazing at the smile on the other's face, and thought to himself, "All that talk about changing the world, about preserving a useful body... yet you ended up dying first."

"Now you can't change the world, and you can't even become a soul cultivator."

Just as Zhang Yu was sighing inwardly, a line of text on the corpse's chest faintly lit up, reading the four words: "Descendant of Immortals."

Seeing Zhang Yu staring blankly, Ye Xingli asked in confusion from the side, "Junior Brother?"

Zhang Yu immediately gathered his thoughts, musing inwardly, "The Dao Seed can still be seen? But... isn't Brother Dao dead?"

"Could it be that Brother Dao isn't dead?"

Looking at Dao Qiankun, whose complexion was ruddy as if he might open his eyes at any moment, Zhang Yu seemed to hear the other's words echoing clearly in his ears once more.

"You can also hide behind me; I will do my best to protect you."

...

At this moment, a surge of curiosity arose in Zhang Yu's heart—a curiosity he himself found absurd, reckless, and childish: what would happen if he were to hide behind Brother Dao right now?

However, looking at the crowd around him and the wall Brother Dao was leaning against, Zhang Yu knew that even if he wanted to, there was no opportunity to do so now.

"Besides, how could Brother Dao not be dead... his condition must have been examined by a Spirit Transformation Divine Lord; if they said he's dead, then he's definitely dead."

Zhang Yu thought to himself, "Rather than doubting that Brother Dao is dead, it's better to ask... did the Dao Seed Compendium ever say it had to be a living person?"

"Or perhaps for some Dao Seeds, like this Descendant of Immortals, does a dead person work too?"

Zhang Yu didn't know if his guess was right, but as he looked at Dao Qiankun's corpse before him, a sense of reluctant attachment welled up in his heart.

Just then, a voice came, "You are Zhang Yu, right?"

Zhang Yu turned his head and immediately saw Dao Shuyi's projection.

Seeing the reluctance in Zhang Yu's eyes, Dao Shuyi spoke, "I've heard people talk about you."

"For the time being, I will keep Dao Qiankun's body temporarily stored on his flying ship. If you wish, you can go and keep him company."

Zhang Yu said in surprise, "Huh?"

Dao Shuyi said casually, "I've heard you are a man of true temperament, bearing the demeanor of cultivators of old. My martial nephew also conducted himself with an archaic elegance; if he knew a good friend came to pay respects after his death, he would surely be quite pleased."

Hearing this, Zhang Yu nodded and said, "Thank you, Senior Dao. I truly do wish to spend more time with Senior Brother Dao Qiankun."

On the way out, Ye Xingli said, "It seems Senior Dao Shuyi is also of the Antiquity Revering faction. Buying out Brother Dao's body is likely out of remembrance and respect, much like the ancients, and perhaps he has no intention of profiting from it."

"The Antiquity Revering faction?" Zhang Yu knew that this faction referred to cultivators whose concepts and habits still bore the shadows of ancient times, deeply influenced by the old era, and who even advocated ancient practices in certain aspects.

"That's quite normal, after all, many cultivators are ancients themselves."

"But even if they revere antiquity, it's only in certain aspects; they can't fully align themselves with the ancients."

He thought to himself, "After all, in Kunxu, only the rich can afford to be of the Antiquity Revering faction; without money, one has no qualification to revere the past."

As Zhang Yu and the others were leaving the funeral scene, they saw Kuang Tianqing outside, being interviewed.

A reporter asked Kuang Tianqing, "Student Kuang, what are your thoughts on Dao Qiankun's suicide?"

Kuang Tianqing said lightly, "I feel pity for him, that he couldn't witness the arrival of the new era with his own eyes."

The reporter's eyes lit up, seemingly sensing the scent of big news, and immediately asked, "By new era, you mean?"

Kuang Tianqing smiled proudly and said, "After taking first place in this year's Top Ten League, I will choose the Eternal Spring Scripture from the Immortal Gate techniques."

"The effect of this technique is to extend one's lifespan by ten thousand years."

"I will devote myself to studying this technique and pioneer a more affordable life-extension technology."

"It won't be long before every cultivator below the tenth level can extend their lifespan by at least three hundred years." "Everyone will have more time to make money, more time to cultivate, and more opportunities to strive for the Immortal Path..."

Kuang Tianqing's words quickly pierced through the Spirit Realm like a thunderclap, even directly overshadowing the news of Dao Qiankun's death and drowning out all other voices in the university circles, sparking countless public opinions and discussions.

Hearing Kuang Tianqing's words, Ye Xingli's gaze also sharpened, and she said, "Without Brother Dao to counter Kuang Tianqing, the success rate of the Heavenly Demon Four Schools' plan has indeed greatly increased."

"If they truly secure the ten-thousand-year life-extension method, the university circles will likely face a great upheaval unseen in a thousand, or even ten thousand years."

At the same time, Kuang Tianqing, still being interviewed, suddenly turned his head and smiled faintly at Zhang Yu.

And in Zhang Yu's ocular implant, a message from the other party appeared.

Kuang Tianqing: Dao Qiankun is dead. In the upcoming matches, no one will be there to protect you.

Kuang Tianqing: If I were you, I'd seize the time to cultivate and spend less time on useless things like today.

Kuang Tianqing: At least that way, you might bring me a bit more amusement in the future.

Zhang Yu: Kuang the Runner who fled twice, wait until next time you see me and don't run before telling me this.

Kuang Tianqing laughed, his gaze upon Zhang Yu growing increasingly profound, and replied: Zhang Yu, as prey, you are becoming more and more alluring.

Feeling the undisguised malice emanating from Kuang Tianqing's eyes, Zhang Yu ignored him any further.

Zhang Yu knew the other was right about one thing: he truly needed to seize the time to cultivate now.

Not knowing when the Top Ten League would resume, every extra day of cultivation might mean limited progress for others, but for him, who was cultivating the Myriad Transformations Divine Scripture of the Demon Saint, it meant a tremendous improvement every day.

...

Myriad Transformations Divine Scripture of the Demon Saint Level 12 (5/120)

That very night, shortly after Zhang Yu advanced the Myriad Transformations Divine Scripture of the Demon Saint to level 12, a new notice regarding the Top Ten League arrived.

"The final match resumes tomorrow?"

Zhang Yu glanced at the various chat logs in the group, a flood of information appearing before his eyes, causing a thoughtful glint to flash in his gaze.

"According to many, the Myriad Methods Four Schools have been demanding further postponement to reselect a contestant to replace Dao Qiankun."

"The Heavenly Demon Four Schools, on the other hand, demand the competition continue, promoting an eliminated student to take the spot."

"But in the end, the Heavenly Court suppressed all disputes and ordered the Top Ten League to push forward."

Just then, a communication request from Director Gao appeared in Zhang Yu's ocular implant.

Director Gao: "Zhang Yu, I've heard about everything. Are you alright? The upcoming matches will likely become increasingly dangerous, so you must be careful."

As he spoke these words, Director Gao's face was etched with profound gravity: "Lately... over on Floor 666, massive quantities of supplies are flowing in and out every day, a great deal of which consists of all manner of foodstuffs and nutrients."

"Zhang Yu, your sector may soon become the very eye of the storm, so you must tread with the utmost caution."

A stir of realization passed through Zhang Yu's mind, for he recalled that Floor 666 was the very sanctuary where Vice Principal Wanfa, the Divine Lord of Myriad Transformations, housed his physical form.

He had once accompanied the True Lord of the Magnetic Pole to that very place for an audience with the Divine Lord of Myriad Transformations.

Zhang Yu mused inwardly, "Have they begun ordering provisions on a massive scale? Does this signify that the Divine Lord of Myriad Transformations is preparing to make his move?"

Director Gao continued, "I had intended to seek out the True Lord of the Magnetic Pole to inquire about the situation, but she has abruptly entered secluded cultivation to forge artifacts, severing all contact with the outside world."

In a somber tone, Director Gao added, "Whatever unfolds from here on, she will likely be unable to lend you any aid."

"Should you..."

Pausing here, Director Gao spoke with a mixture of reluctance and helpless resignation: "Should you find yourself in dire straits, go seek out that woman."

Zhang Yu asked in puzzlement, "That woman?"

"Bai Zhenzhen," Director Gao replied. "Are you not on rather good terms with her?"

Zhang Yu cast a somewhat surprised glance at Director Gao, recalling how the director had always discouraged any deep association between him and Bai Zhenzhen.

Yet now he heard the director say, "If you encounter troubles over there that are beyond your power to resolve, you must turn to her."

"Her master is, after all, the Divine Lord of the Seven Emotions, and thus she possesses no small measure of capability."

...

The following morning.

The thirty contestants vying in the grand finale assembled together at the arena.

The vacancy left by Dao Qiankun was filled by a contender from the second relay race, ultimately drawing upon the strongest fighter from the seventh-ranked team, none other than Mu Qiansi of Hehuan University.

At that very moment, accompanied by the sequential ignition of ten divine lights of spiritual transformation, the objectives and rules of the grand finale materialized across the heavens.

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