Chapter 722: Burning Legacy (Thanks to 'Evoker' for tipping the Alliance Leader)

Chapter 722: The Burning Legacy (Thanks to ‘Yu Fa Zhe’ for the Alliance Lord Donation)

His conversation with Fu Xian Tian left Zhang Yu with an unprecedented sense of urgency.

The words spoken by his adversary made it crystal clear: Fu Xian Tian posed not only a threat to Divine Lords like Ci Ji Shen Jun and Qing Mu Shen Jun, but also to every single one of Zhang Yu’s companions—and indeed, everyone he had ever known.

This danger was so profound that even joining the Righteous Alliance could not resolve it.

“Until death do us part…”

Zhang Yu recalled Fu Xian Tian’s words echoing in his mind. He could feel the unshakable, unwavering resolve behind them—a determination forged through countless deaths, yet never once wavering.

Zhang Yu sighed inwardly, “Truly… until death do us part. Fu Xian Tian will not stop until he has slaughtered everyone.”

Fu Ji asked curiously, “What did you two talk about? Why did Fu Xian Tian just leave like that?”

Zhang Yu’s eyes flickered. He now confirmed his earlier suspicion: Fu Xian Tian’s final words had been imprinted directly into his consciousness—untouchable by any other living being, surveillance lens, or Eye Relic.

He recounted the entire exchange to Fu Ji.

Upon hearing it, Fu Ji exclaimed in shock, “Damn it… He really is a madman.”

“If what he says is true, doesn’t that mean he intends to slaughter everyone—from top to bottom of the Righteous Alliance, all the Evil Gods, demonic sects, and even those financial-system Nascent Soul cultivators?”

Zhang Yu nodded. “Fu Ji, do you think we could leak this information to the Righteous Alliance?”

“You want to incite infighting among them?” Fu Ji shook her head. “Without concrete evidence, it’ll be nearly impossible to convince those fraudsters from the Evil Gods or the financial faction. Empty words won’t suffice.”

“Even a sliver of doubt,” Zhang Yu insisted, “would at least create some resistance for him.”

After entrusting the matter to Fu Ji, Zhang Yu glanced at the countdown beside him:

6 days, 1 hour, 3 minutes, 11 seconds remaining.

Now, the Nascent Soul battlefield teetered on the brink of catastrophe. Fu Xian Tian sharpened his blade, vowing to exterminate all life. Yet within and beyond the Ten Great Academies, rivalries raged and tensions mounted. Meanwhile, Project Skybreaker languished under relentless suppression from the Righteous Alliance, delayed again and again…

But after speaking with Fu Xian Tian, Zhang Yu had made up his mind.

His gaze swept across his contact list and settled instantly on Tian Sheng Gong of Immortal Weapon University.

Zhang Yu messaged: Is your Borrowing Treasure True Lord currently in the laboratory?

Tian Sheng Gong was startled. Seeing the message came from True Lord Zhu Yi himself, he grew nervous immediately. Why would Zhang Yu reach out through him instead of using official channels between True Lords of their standing?

Still, Tian Sheng Gong replied respectfully: Borrowing Treasure True Lord is in the lab.

Zhang Yu: Please relay a message for me.

I have a method to unlock the Divine Lord’s legacy vault. Would he be interested?

In the next moment, Tian Sheng Gong sprinted across the lab, eyes gleaming with excitement as he approached Borrowing Treasure True Lord.

Borrowing Treasure frowned. “Tian Sheng Gong, you’re already a Golden Core Real Person—must you still act so recklessly? If you break even one piece of equipment here, can you afford to replace it?”

Heart pounding, Tian Sheng Gong hastily transmitted a mental message: True Lord Zhu Yi claims he can help unlock the Nascent Soul legacy vault.

Borrowing Treasure’s eyes snapped sharp. He thought of his master, who had fallen on the Nascent Soul battlefield.

His master’s death had dealt a heavy blow to Immortal Weapon University’s morale.

Worse still, before severing contact, the Divine Lord had locked away vast assets—impenetrable, inaccessible to anyone.

Every time Borrowing Treasure looked upon those frozen university resources gathering dust, his heart ached with sorrow and regret over his master’s untimely demise.

“Zhu Yi can unlock a Nascent Soul legacy vault?”

His first instinct was disbelief.

But then he remembered Zhang Yu had already attained quasi-Nascent Soul status—and his thoughts shifted.

“A man as wealthy as True Lord Zhu Yi wouldn’t fabricate such an outrageous lie.”

Moreover…

He recalled Zhang Yu’s Skybreaker Project and his groundbreaking applications of spatial techniques.

“Could he be planning to use spatial technology to breach the vault?”

And considering how his own Divine Lord’s research in spatial arts paled in comparison to Zhang Yu’s achievements, Borrowing Treasure felt his spiritual energy surge slightly.

*Bang!*

Tian Sheng Gong suddenly found himself yanked off his feet, hurtling out of the lab at blinding speed.

“Master! Slow down! You’ll crash into the equipment!” he cried in alarm.

Borrowing Treasure snorted coldly. “Trivial matters. Forget them.”

Moments later, Borrowing Treasure had gathered the wealthiest Nascent Soul elders of Immortal Weapon University and met Zhang Yu in the Spirit Realm.

Zhang Yu cut straight to the chase: “Time is short. Let’s not waste it.”

“One offer: once the Divine Lord’s vault is opened, I take fifty percent.”

The assembled Nascent Soul elders erupted in outrage. “Fifty percent?! Why don’t you just rob us outright?!”

After tense negotiations, they finally settled on 34.5%. This was close enough to Zhang Yu’s initial expectation. He knew he could’ve pushed for more—but given the dire circumstances, there was no time left to haggle further.

An hour later, surrounded by Nascent Soul elders from Myriad Arts University and Immortal Weapon University, Zhang Yu clasped his hands together. A flash of light blinded everyone—as if the heavens themselves dimmed for an instant.

Simultaneously, wielding Palm Kunlun fused with the Descendant of Immortals, Zhang Yu absorbed all ambient radiance within a kilometer radius, then thrust his palm toward the direction of the Nascent Soul legacy vault.

From his palm burst open an entrance created by the Descendant of Immortals—an insatiable maw devouring everything it touched. With overwhelming force, it consumed layer after layer of divine seals, defenses, armors… left behind by the Nascent Soul Divine Lord.

In the next heartbeat, a gaping hole tore open in the sealed legacy vault.

Rich spiritual essence poured forth. The watching Nascent Soul elders flushed crimson with excitement, eyes alight with greed and awe.

Zhang Yu spoke calmly, “This site is breached. Leave a few to inventory its contents. We move to the next location immediately.”

Thus, one by one, the legacies left behind by Nascent Soul masters were torn open by Zhang Yu.

Like a colossal beast’s carcass in nature—slowly devoured by hyenas, vultures, ants, and bacteria until fully reintegrated into the ecosystem—the Divine Lords’ inheritances were now being reclaimed by the academies.

Within a single hour, oceans of wealth were devoured, parsed, and funneled into the production and economic chains of Immortal Weapon University and Myriad Arts University, accelerating both institutions dramatically.

News spread rapidly through the Spirit Realm:

“True Lord Zhu Yi works wonders—Nascent Soul legacies unveiled!”

“Ever since their Divine Lord perished, students and faculty of Immortal Weapon University have walked in gloom. Though the Divine Lord left instructions, none could unlock his legacy vault to fulfill his will…”

On screen, Borrowing Treasure sighed emotionally: “Here, I must once again thank True Lord Zhu Yi for enabling us to inherit our master’s final wishes. Had our master known his legacy would gather dust rather than serve future generations, he would rest uneasy in heaven. Now, knowing it shall be properly used—he surely smiles from above.”

As word spread, leaders across the Ten Great Academies stirred with excitement.

At Demonheart University, Elder Zhun Da declared, “We must summon True Lord Zhu Yi without delay! If our Divine Lord learned his descendants couldn’t even claim his inheritance after his death, he’d die of rage all over again!”

Surviving Nascent Soul elders from Heavenly Beast University likewise sent urgent invitations to Zhang Yu.

Before him appeared the projection of a dragon-headed, humanoid cultivator, voice trembling with emotion: “Divine Lord Cang Shi committed unspeakable atrocities—her crimes stain the skies! But seizing her illicit assets has remained an impossible task.”

“Until Cang Shi faces justice and every tainted coin is cleansed, Heavenly Beast University cannot find peace!”

Meanwhile, Nascent Soul elders of Vajra University watched silently, sighing inwardly as they gazed upward at the still-bright divine radiance lingering in the sky.

*Why hasn’t he died yet?*

On the other side, Zhenjun suddenly murmured in a low, haunting voice, “If they’re not dead yet… can’t it be cracked?”

Everyone immediately shot him a glare, yet inside their chests a fire had ignited—raging, impossible to extinguish.

As Zhang Yu continued unlocking one after another of the Nascent Soul legacies, the morale of the universities whose Nascent Soul Sovereigns had fallen surged dramatically within a short span of time, and with it, their efficiency soared as well.

Zhang Yu glanced at the estimated completion time for the project—it now read three days, six hours, twelve minutes, and twelve seconds.

At that very moment, another divine radiance plummeted from the sky. Of the ten great universities’ Nascent Soul Sovereigns, only thirty-five remained.

Yet whether it was due to numbness from the relentless cascade of Sovereigns’ deaths or the exhilarating rush of cracking open their legacies, this time Zhang Yu barely felt the impact when the projected timeline shifted again—to three days, eighteen hours, fifteen minutes, and thirty-nine seconds.

“Not enough…”

Zhang Yu gazed up at the two remaining beams of celestial light—the Magnetic Pole Sovereign, now glowing at only 65% brightness, and the Azure Wood Sovereign at 52%. Inwardly, he resolved: “I must accelerate further.”

Thus, having already plundered the legacies of numerous Nascent Soul Sovereigns and watching his assets swell once more, Zhang Yu began dispatching message after message.

Backed by unimaginable wealth, each of these messages alone could stir tempests across Kunxu, reshape the future, and carve new chapters into history.

“Must revolution always demand sacrifice?”

Zhang Yu lifted his head toward the divine radiance in the heavens—the symbol of Fu Xian Tian—and whispered, “Then let there be sacrifice.”

Yu Xinghan’s avatar flickered frantically in Zhang Yu’s vision.

The moment the connection stabilized, Yu Xinghan’s face turned deathly pale, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at Zhang Yu. “Are you insane!? You can’t just spend money like this…”

“I’m not insane,” Zhang Yu replied calmly.

“I’m accelerating Project Skybreaker. I want every person in our companies and factories to move faster—with me—to tear open this firmament.”

“From this moment on, if the schools can’t afford disaster relief for their junior college staff, I’ll pay. If other firms won’t hire spirit-blooded workers, I will.”

“If you can’t offer discounts, I’ll offer them. If you can’t hand out bonuses, I’ll hand them out. If you dare not raise wages, I’ll raise them!”

The more Yu Xinghan listened, the paler he grew, his voice trembling. “Do you even realize how much money you’re burning?”

Zhang Yu answered with unwavering resolve, “I am nearly a Nascent Soul Sovereign. My wealth rivals entire academies. If even my fortune cannot burn through this sky, then who else can turn the tide of defeat?”

With torrents of capital unleashed by Zhang Yu, the companies and factories under his command roared like engines pushed far beyond their limits—accelerating wildly, driving Project Skybreaker relentlessly toward its end.

Three days… two days… one day!

(End of chapter)