Chapter 730: New Great Saint Cultivation Technique

Chapter 730: The New Great Sage Cultivation Method

Reading the message sent by Zhanxian True Lord, Dazhuan True Lord’s expression instinctively darkened.

He had no desire to confront this celestial descendant head-on.

Yet Zhang Yu—he was utterly determined to capture him.

His eyes flickered, and in an instant, his gaze leapt into Zhanxian True Lord’s live broadcast stream.

There, more than a dozen Nascent Soul True Lords surrounded Zhanxian, launching a furious assault.

Seeing this, Dazhuan True Lord’s heart steadied. “Zhanxian won’t finish this quickly. If I arrive first and seize Zhang Yu before he does, even if he’s late, it won’t be my fault.”

With that thought, his fingertip lightly tapped the air. A cascade of talismans shimmered into existence, weaving into the surrounding atmosphere.

In an instant, the weather twisted violently—gale-force winds erupted, forming shockwaves that propelled Dazhuan True Lord and his entourage toward Zhang Yu’s location at breakneck speed.

Watching this unfold, Mu Qiansi silently mused, “Talismans again… How can this guy, without any orthodox deity backing him, wield the divine network’s power like a master of talismanic arts? Is this really something a mere junior college graduate could achieve?”

Dazhuan True Lord, of course, paid no heed to what his subordinates were thinking. He summoned gales, cranked up the output of his magical treasures and artifact frames, accelerating with single-minded focus—only one thought filled his mind: catch Zhang Yu before he escapes.

And his obsession with capturing Zhang Yu was not without reason.

“Everyone!” Dazhuan True Lord declared to his livestream audience, “From this moment on, I’m broadcasting my hunt for Zhang Yu!”

“I’ll make the whole world see—junior college isn’t inferior to the Top Ten! So what if he’s the strongest undergraduate? Today, we’re taking him down!”

“I’m changing my stream title right now—to ‘Hunting Zhang Yu’…”

As he spoke and renamed his stream, the chat exploded instantly. Viewership surged, numbers climbing rapidly.

Noticing the swelling crowd, Dazhuan True Lord continued, “Let’s be clear—Zhang Yu is the Top Ten’s strongest undergraduate, a Core Formation disciple, a billionaire who’s given away fortunes to hundreds of millions. Even True Lords like Taihao and Tun Tian have fallen before him.”

Glancing at the flood of scrolling comments, he added, “Don’t think I’m scared—I’m all in today. I might go bankrupt by the end of this.”

“So, for the sake of every junior college student, for every poor soul like us—please hit like, subscribe, and if you’ve got spare spirit stones, throw me a donation! Crowd-fund my victory today…”

Watching the donations steadily rise, Dazhuan True Lord couldn’t help but smile inwardly.

“Me—a junior college grad—defeating the Top Ten’s strongest undergrad, lifting our heads high?”

He knew, as he watched the comments flash by, that this wasn’t truly his goal. And while scamming views and donations was convenient, it was merely incidental.

His real purpose lay in his identity—as a heretic believer of the Dark God.

Whenever this crossed his mind, Dazhuan True Lord sighed inwardly, marveling at fate’s strange turns.

His birth name was Li Qiuxian, aged 152, with only a high school diploma.

In his youth, Li Qiuxian hadn’t excelled academically. He failed to enter either university or junior college, and after graduation, joined a gang, making a living peddling counterfeit medicine.

Selling fake drugs that mimicked real ones’ effects—but lacked patents? That required courage they didn’t have. But selling utterly useless fakes with neither patent nor effect? That they dared freely. After all, the former infringed upon corporate and academic interests—a grave crime—while the latter merely swindled the poor.

Business had been decent. Li Qiuxian assumed he’d remain in the gang forever—

until the gang underwent corporate restructuring, aiming to transform from counterfeit dealers into a health supplement company. They mandated a minimum junior college degree for all staff—and Li Qiuxian was ruthlessly purged.

Bitter and resentful, he took a desperate gamble: forged credentials, posed as a top graduate of Wanfa University, and began offering lectures under the guise of sharing Gaokao strategies—charging exorbitant tutoring fees.

But as the Spirit Realm advanced and credential systems updated relentlessly, he was eventually exposed—and sentenced to unpaid labor.

Just as he’d resigned himself to despair, he encountered the Dark God.

Becoming a believer granted him abilities he’d never imagined: he could convert others’ attention into Dark Divinity—or, in ancient terms, transform faith itself into power.

With this Dark Divinity, he could manipulate the Divine Network like a true god, performing feats reserved only for orthodox or heretical deities—and gained extraordinary concealment skills.

Under the Dark God’s guidance, he studied rituals, mastered talismans, and delved into the Spirit Realm…

It was during this journey that Li Qiuxian realized a truth:

“I… possess innate talent for the Immortal Path.”

Tears welled in his eyes as he felt this latent gift—and then fury surged within him: “My talent lies in talismans and rituals!”

“But because I had no money… I never showed this talent in high school.”

“It was poverty that ruined me. Poverty delayed me until now.”

“I… was wasted! Wasted by this damned Heavenly Court, by these cursed Top Ten institutions!”

From that day forth, Li Qiuxian became a devoted heretic. Guided by the Dark God, he joined the Yu Hua Sect, tasked with covert proselytizing—luring souls into its fold.

Step by step, shielded by dark deities, he ascended to Nascent Soul realm. He even played a role in the infamous Yin Artifact Uprising at Harmony University.

Now, with the world thrown into chaos and war erupting, the Righteous Alliance needed a figurehead for propaganda—a voice to stir the discontented masses of lower-tier academies, drawing traffic, popularity, and faith.

Li Qiuxian seized this tide. Overnight, he transformed into Dazhuan True Lord—and received unprecedented resources.

Especially the skyrocketing popularity and attention: for finance-aligned cultivators, this meant fortune; for him, it translated into oceans of Dark Divinity.

And with orthodox deities vanished, he could now brazenly exploit the Divine Network using Dark Divinity without restraint.

“So what if you’re Top Ten?”

Glancing at Mu Qiansi and Ying Zhoufan beside him, Dazhuan True Lord sneered inwardly: “You’re still just working for me.”

He spread his arms wide, as if embracing heaven and earth.

“This is the Age of Great Strife—an era brimming with both peril and opportunity.”

“But…”

His eyes swept over Mu Qiansi, Ying Zhoufan, and the fading Core Formation glows streaking across the sky. A quiet laugh stirred in his heart: “For you, it’s all challenge. For me—it’s pure opportunity. The best era imaginable.”

At that moment, he spotted his rival—the proud figure standing aloft in the heavens.

“Zhang! Yu!”

He let out a long roar, fingers slicing through air like a blade. Countless incantations swarmed forth, and the unguarded Divine Network instantly boiled.

“Take my technique—Heaven and Earth Co-Written Edict!”

“First Form: Crime of Murder.”

With a flick of his hand, Dazhuan True Lord pointed backward—and Mu Qiansi shrieked as he hurled her straight toward Zhang Yu.

Within the unmonitored Divine Network, Dazhuan could imprint crimes onto his foes.

If he succeeded in branding Zhang Yu with a grave offense like tax evasion, he could unleash terrifying divine force to crush him.

But even without orthodox oversight, such heavy charges couldn’t be slapped on recklessly.

He needed to start small—naturally frame Zhang Yu for minor offenses, then escalate step by step, recording each transgression into the Divine Network.

From light to heavy—from murder, to copyright infringement, environmental destruction, tax fraud, all the way to his ultimate fabricated charge: counterfeiting currency.

Like poisoning, he’d drip toxicity drop by drop—until heaven and earth themselves became his weapon, enabling him to wield the ultimate divine judgment once reserved solely for orthodox gods, annihilating his enemy utterly.

Now, he intended to force Zhang Yu to kill Mu Qiansi before his very eyes—thus inscribing the sin of murder upon him.

“If you won’t kill her,” Dazhuan True Lord smirked inwardly, “we’ll begin with attempted grievous bodily harm…”

“Zhang Yu,” he thought coldly, “let’s see how many charges you can endure…”

Just as this thought crossed his mind, the world trembled violently.

To his stunned gaze, sky and earth began rushing together—at an impossible, terrifying speed.

“What is this…?”

Dazhuan Zhenjun wanted to flee, but no matter how he moved, he could not escape the crushing expanse of heaven and earth closing in around him.

Heaven and earth were like two palms clasping shut, trapping cultivators like them—mere insects—in their grip.

Boom!

When heaven and earth fully sealed together, everything before Dazhuan Zhenjun plunged into utter darkness.

The next moment, as he regained his senses, he found himself still standing exactly where he had been. Everything that had just happened now seemed like an illusion—as if it had never occurred at all.

Yet before him now stood a new figure.

Dazhuan Zhenjun’s heart sank. “Zhanxian!”

Zhanxian Zhenjun cast him a cold glance and said, “You wanted to strike Zhang Yu before I did?”

Dazhuan Zhenjun gave an awkward smile but said nothing.

Zhanxian Zhenjun sneered, “Hmph. You people are always like this—showing off your cleverness, seeking credit. Sooner or later, that attitude will ruin you.”

“Remember this: when I give you orders, don’t act on your own initiative again.”

Dazhuan Zhenjun bowed his head in assent, not daring to argue.

Zhanxian Zhenjun then tossed him a scroll.

The scroll resembled a screen, within which real mountains and rivers continuously appeared, along with figures such as Zhang Yu, Mu Qiansi, and Tianxiang Zhenjun.

Watching this, Dazhuan Zhenjun gasped, “Zhang Yu?”

Zhanxian Zhenjun replied calmly, “I’ve already sealed Zhang Yu inside the Myriad-Li Rivers-and-Mountains Scroll. Take them to Bao Shen. I want you to broadcast live as they’re converted into heretical believers.”

Staring at the so-called Myriad-Li Rivers-and-Mountains Scroll, Dazhuan Zhenjun recalled the vision of heaven and earth closing in moments ago and couldn’t help but ask, “This Myriad-Li Rivers-and-Mountains Scroll… just now, it enveloped this entire realm and drew it inside?”

“To achieve something like this—it must be a Xianmen-grade artifact, isn’t it?”

Dazhuan Zhenjun knew well that artifacts ranged from teaching-grade, professional-grade, enterprise-grade, all the way up to military-grade, each tier vastly more powerful than the last. But a Xianmen-grade artifact—one above even military-grade—he had never seen with his own eyes until now.

Zhanxian Zhenjun replied casually, “Indeed. It’s a Xianmen artifact. Within it exists its own self-contained world, with a stable spatial structure. No matter how deeply Zhang Yu has studied ‘Palm Kunlun’ or even ‘The Great Void Barrier of the Three Realms and Ten Directions,’ he’ll never break free.”

Hearing this, Dazhuan Zhenjun sighed inwardly, “No wonder—he’s a grand-disciple of an immortal. To possess such a treasure…”

“Zhanxian… he’s far more terrifying than I originally estimated. He’s likely the strongest Nascent Soul cultivator on this entire battlefield.”

Gazing at the Myriad-Li Rivers-and-Mountains Scroll in his hands, Dazhuan Zhenjun felt utterly convinced. He now realized it was only natural that he hadn’t managed to defeat Zhang Yu before Zhanxian Zhenjun arrived.

“Come to think of it… if even Zhanxian Zhenjun wields such power, the Alliance Master must be even stronger. That the Ten Great Core-Formation cultivators have held out this long is truly remarkable.”

While Dazhuan Zhenjun pondered these thoughts, Zhanxian Zhenjun before him spoke again: “Go. Do as I’ve instructed. And this time, don’t act on your own again.”

“I still have many to kill.”

With that, he turned and shot skyward, vanishing toward another part of the battlefield.

Watching Zhanxian Zhenjun disappear, Dazhuan Zhenjun finally let out a quiet sigh of relief. Often, standing before him felt even more exhausting than facing a Core-Formation Sovereign.

The reason? Zhanxian Zhenjun radiated overwhelming killing intent.

“Even Core-Formation cultivators don’t slaughter recklessly—but that man Zhanxian does.”

Dazhuan Zhenjun often felt that Zhanxian killed without reason, without profit, even at great personal cost—just for the sake of killing.

Turning his attention back, Dazhuan Zhenjun looked into the Myriad-Li Rivers-and-Mountains Scroll at Zhang Yu, gave a faint chuckle, aimed the “lens” inward, and asked, “Can you hear me?”

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Inside the Myriad-Li Rivers-and-Mountains Scroll.

Ever since his battle with Tun Tian Zhenjun, Tianxiang Zhenjun had been grievously wounded—eaten down to mere fragments of his original body.

He’d assumed that once Zhang Yu defeated Tun Tian Zhenjun, matters would be settled. Who could have guessed that suddenly everything went dark, and he found himself trapped within this painted landscape?

Especially after hearing the conversation between Zhanxian Zhenjun and Dazhuan Zhenjun echoing from the sky above, his heart grew heavy.

“They want to broadcast our conversion into heretical believers?”

Tianxiang Zhenjun burned with anxiety. “Doesn’t that force us into open rebellion against the Heavenly Court?”

He turned to Zhang Yu beside him, eager to ask what plan the other might have.

But Zhang Yu—who had just been pressing his palms together as if about to unleash some technique—suddenly stopped.

“Zhuoyi Zhenjun,” Tianxiang asked urgently, “do you have any way out of here?”

Zhang Yu gazed at the surrounding painted mountains and rivers, thinking to himself, “Just now, when I tried to activate my Immortal Progeny ability, I felt clear resistance.”

Memories flashed through his mind—spatial techniques he’d mastered, his experience breaking through the firmament—and he mused, “This space resembles the one created by my Immortal Progeny. Both possess stable spatial structures.”

“If I persist in activating Immortal Progeny, it might trigger a collision between the two spaces…”

Considering the possible consequences, Zhang Yu thought, “My Immortal Progeny should be stronger. It might shatter this painted landscape.”

“But…”

He recalled how, after breaking through the heavens with Ci Ji and Qing Mu using Immortal Progeny, he’d been severely injured by the backlash. He estimated, “Such a collision would likely wound me badly too.”

“And given that I’ve already exhausted most of my spiritual power, my condition is far from ideal.”

Of course, this wasn’t the main reason Zhang Yu hadn’t immediately attempted to break free from the Myriad-Li Rivers-and-Mountains Scroll.

“Bao Shen?”

He mulled over Zhanxian Zhenjun’s words. “They’re sending me to Bao Shen?”

Zhang Yu knew Bao Shen was the supreme heretical deity of the Righteous Alliance—the leader of all its heretical gods.

“Going to Bao Shen means going straight into the heretics’ stronghold.”

Helping Fu Ji hunt heretical deities—so she could grow stronger, so his own Yushu could evolve, so his innate potential could awaken further—that was something Zhang Yu had long desired.

But until now, the heretical deities of the Righteous Alliance had been exceedingly cautious. They rarely acted in person, always hiding deep within the Fifth Layer of Kunxu, manipulating their followers from afar.

This had denied Zhang Yu any chance to approach their true forms, let alone assist Fu Ji in hunting them.

But now…

“This is an unprecedented opportunity to get close to a heretical deity.”

“Yet their stronghold must also carry immense danger.”

Should he take the risk—or abandon it?

Recalling the state of the Core-Formation battlefield, Zhang Yu thought, “If I can strike directly at the heart and subdue the heretical deity, it would greatly benefit me, cripple the Righteous Alliance, and perhaps even reveal their hidden schemes…”

As he pondered, Zhang Yu first sat cross-legged and began restoring his spiritual power, striving to return to peak condition.

Seeing this, Tianxiang Zhenjun grew even more anxious. “Zhuoyi Zhenjun? You have no way out either?”

Zhang Yu understood that anything spoken here would likely be heard by Dazhuan Zhenjun outside. So he simply said to Tianxiang, “I need more time to study the situation. For now, let’s focus on recovering our strength.”

Watching Zhang Yu’s calm demeanor, Tianxiang sighed helplessly and glanced at his half-destroyed body. “How am I supposed to recover like this?”

“Besides, there’s no ambient qi here, no resources—my spiritual power can’t even replenish itself.”

Suddenly, Tianxiang turned sharply toward the nervous Mu Qiansi nearby. “You’re that traitor from Harmony University, aren’t you? Do you know anything about this Myriad-Li Rivers-and-Mountains Scroll of the Righteous Alliance?”

Mu Qiansi waved her hands frantically. “I was forced here by Dazhuan Zhenjun! I know absolutely nothing about this scroll!”

Meanwhile, Zhang Yu pulled out a relic bead and quietly began absorbing its spiritual energy to replenish what he’d lost in battle.

Just then, a voice from the heavens rang out—Zhenjun Dazhuan’s inquiry echoed through the sky.

Upon hearing it, Tianxiang Zhenjun erupted in furious curses: “Damn you, Dazhuan! I’d rather die than become a heretic’s disciple!”

Dazhuan Zhenjun chuckled lightly. “Did I ask you? I was speaking to Zhenjun Zhuyi.”

“Zhenjun Zhuyi,” he continued, “won’t you say something? Many eyes are upon you right now.”

Zhang Yu naturally had no interest in entertaining him or feeding him attention and notoriety.

While restoring his magical energy, he attempted to connect to the Spirit Realm network.

As if sensing Zhang Yu’s intent, Dazhuan Zhenjun’s voice came again: “Zhang Yu, are you trying to link to the Spirit Realm? Hoping to call for help?”

“Pity. It seems this ‘Ten-Thousand-Li Rivers-and-Mountains Scroll’ severs all Spirit Realm connections—you likely won’t reach anyone outside.”

Zhang Yu still paid him no heed. After seeing the connection failure flash in his ocular implant, he shifted his gaze to another block of text.

It was a densely inscribed Daoist manual titled *The Profound Art of Myriad Transformations*.

After slaying Tianzhen Zhenjun, Zhang Yu’s first thought had been whether the Soul-Calling Pool within the Supreme Clarity Talisman had acquired the fallen’s cultivation method.

He was deeply intrigued by Tianzhen Zhenjun’s ability to spawn countless avatars and wield numerous military-grade martial arts.

“Perhaps the secret to these abilities lies within his cultivation scripture.”

Thus, immediately after defeating Tianzhen Zhenjun,

Zhang Yu had used the Heaven-Shattering Battle Armor to connect to the Spirit Realm, activated the power of the Supreme Clarity Talisman, and projected his consciousness into the Supreme Clarity Domain.

Now, memories of that moment flickered through his mind.

…

Back then, Zhang Yu stood before the Soul-Calling Pool, searching for Tianzhen Zhenjun’s technique.

As battles raged on, manuals surfaced one by one in the pool—each gained from the deaths of cultivators Zhang Yu or Zhang Pianpian had encountered.

Among them, one manual shimmered within layers of golden light, intermittently projecting myriad phantoms, exuding an aura unlike any other.

Zhang Pianpian stared at it in astonishment. “The Soul-Calling Pool draws forth the knowledge most deeply etched in a dying cultivator’s heart—their most cherished, unforgettable, and irreplaceable art.”

“This *Profound Art of Myriad Transformations* must be Tianzhen Zhenjun’s own method. Not only did he hold it firmly in his mind, but he practiced it countless times until it became an unprecedentedly profound imprint upon his very consciousness.”

“This memory runs far deeper than any other manual the pool has ever yielded—it is carved into the core of his soul.”

Zhang Yu retrieved the scroll of *The Profound Art of Myriad Transformations*. Under twentyfold time acceleration, he and Zhang Pianpian studied it together.

Merely glancing at it drew a gasp from Zhang Pianpian: “Brother, this *Profound Art of Myriad Transformations* is a Daoist technique for refining demonic bloodlines and manifesting tangible and intangible avatars.”

“Its contents are exquisitely profound, rivaling even orthodox sect scriptures in grade. Moreover, it forms its own complete system—and subtly connects to that dark cultivation method you practiced before.”

Zhang Yu nodded inwardly. This art linked not only to *The Infinite Inner Dharmakaya*, but also to *The Heart Scripture of the Savage Ox’s Soul-Sealing*, *The Self-Sacrificial Body-Casting Scripture of the Broken Ox*, and *The Ten Thousand Transformations Sutra of the Demon Sage*.

“It is one of the Great Sage’s heirloom techniques within the Chain Method Diagram.”

“It is also the key behind Tianzhen Zhenjun’s ability to project myriad avatars.”

“And likely one reason he could so swiftly master various military-grade martial arts.”

…

Now, within the Ten-Thousand-Li Rivers-and-Mountains Scroll,

Zhang Yu temporarily shed his armor. From his body surged billowing clouds of ethereal qi, like a vast sea of mist, completely enveloping his form.

Tianxiang Zhenjun suddenly felt goosebumps rise across his skin. His eyes locked onto the swirling cloud-sea, unblinking.

In that moment, Tianxiang Zhenjun sensed faint, intermittent growls emanating from the shifting, dense fog—as if some colossal beast lurked within, watching and waiting.

(End of Chapter)