Chapter 733: Master, I Have Arrived (Bonus chapter 1,500 words)

Chapter 733 Master, I Am Here (Bonus 1500+)

"Zhang Yu!"

Staring at the figure that had just torn through the Scroll of Ten Thousand Li of Rivers and Mountains, forcing his way out, the God of Jubilee's eyes filled with absolute disbelief.

Though shocked, his reactions remained swift. With a sudden movement, he shielded his believers with his own body while allowing one of them to bear him backward in rapid retreat.

Zhang Yu was in no hurry to pursue. With a thunderous roar amid violent vibrations, he ripped the breach in the Scroll of Ten Thousand Li of Rivers and Mountains even wider.

Simultaneously, several figures surged out from behind him—True Monarch Wild Tiger, True Monarch Black Fox, True Monarch Heavenly Wisdom, and the others, along with True Monarch Celestial Phenomenon, who had been brought out with them.

"Hahaha!"

Amid fits of wild laughter, True Monarch Wild Tiger's spirits soared, the pressure radiating from his body surging in successive waves: "To think that I, Wild Tiger, would see the day of my escape!"

Beside him, True Monarch Celestial Phenomenon looked at Zhang Yu, his eyes filled with profound gratitude.

After all, Zhang Yu had first rescued him from the hands of the Heaven-Devouring True Monarch, and now he had saved him from within the Scroll of Ten Thousand Li of Rivers and Mountains. He had essentially saved him twice over—the first time preserving his life, the second time preserving his wealth.

True Monarch Celestial Phenomenon spoke: "True Monarch Zhuoyi, my deepest thanks! Once I return and tend to my wounds, I shall transfer the spirit coins to you."

True Monarch Wild Tiger remarked with deep emotion: "True Monarch Zhuoyi! If not for you this time, not only would my ranking for thirty consecutive years have been ruined, but my entire fortune would have been lost as well. I shall transfer the money to you immediately."

True Monarch Black Fox added: "True Monarch Zhuoyi, let us add each other as friends. I shall transfer the money to you as well."

The gaze of the other Nascent Soul True Monarchs toward Zhang Yu was now filled with gratitude, layered with a touch of reverence for his strength and technique. In particular, the sight of Zhang Yu tearing through the Scroll of Ten Thousand Li of Rivers and Mountains remained deeply etched in their minds.

Watching the many Nascent Soul True Monarchs express their gratitude and even begin transferring funds, Zhang Yu offered a reminder: "Everyone, we have not truly escaped danger yet. Let us first join forces to subdue this evil god and his followers."

As cultivators of the Nascent Soul realm, the speed of thought and communication for Zhang Yu, Wild Tiger, and Celestial Phenomenon was blindingly fast. In the brief instant it took them to break through the scroll, converse, and transfer funds, the God of Jubilee and his handful of evil god believers had barely managed to retreat a few meters.

Even as Zhang Yu conversed with the True Monarchs behind him, the ocular remnants, flying swords, and Dharma treasures upon his person had already locked onto the God of Jubilee.

In appearance, the God of Jubilee resembled a dark-gold statue the size of an infant, currently held tight in the embrace of a believer.

Though surrounded and protected by four believers, being targeted by eight full Nascent Soul True Monarchs stripped the God of Jubilee of any sense of security.

For among the four believers shielding him, only one was a Nascent Soul cultivator; the other three were merely at the Foundation Establishment level. This was solely because the most powerful forces under his command had been deployed to the battlefield.

After all, this was the exact moment when the battle between the Ten Great Academies and the Righteous Qi Alliance reached its fiercest peak. The formidable combatants under the God of Jubilee had naturally been requisitioned to the front lines by the Alliance Leader and the God of Reports.

Furthermore, from the perspective of the God of Jubilee's own interests, the battlefield offered immense profits. His strongest assets should naturally be out securing gains rather than wasting time by his side.

Even the Junior College True Monarch, who had originally been waiting to host the live stream, refused to waste time. He had led his own people back to the battlefield to chase profits and manipulate media traffic, leaving only a single subordinate behind to handle the broadcast. That subordinate now stood not far from the God of Jubilee.

"Damn it!"

The God of Jubilee stared fixedly at Zhang Yu, his mind still occupied by the image of Zhang Yu tearing the Scroll of Ten Thousand Li of Rivers and Mountains apart.

Even now, he could not fathom how Zhang Yu had accomplished such a feat.

"The Scroll of Ten Thousand Li of Rivers and Mountains is an immortal sect treasure brought out by the Immortal-Slaying True Monarch himself! To think it was simply torn open from the inside by Zhang Yu?"

Had it not been for his absolute faith in the Immortal-Slaying True Monarch and the scroll, the God of Jubilee would never have guarded Zhang Yu with so few men, leading to this sudden reversal of fortune.

But there was no time for regret. He knew that in this moment of weakness against a stronger foe, every second was critical, deciding whether he would live or die.

Thus, even as he fell back, the God of Jubilee unleashed his evil god power, launching an offensive.

The God of Jubilee knew he did not excel in direct combat. For him, remaining in the rear to launch spiritual realm attacks, or stirring up trouble within the spiritual and dark spiritual realms, was where his true talents lay.

Yet now, forced into close quarters, he had no choice but to strike.

"Defeating them head-on is impossible, but if I can buy enough time to escape..."

The God of Jubilee immediately projected lines of text, stating: Everyone, can we reach a settlement?

While sending messages to mislead his opponents, his evil god power surged through the spiritual realm network, instantaneously invading every ocular remnant on the field, distorting the gaze of Zhang Yu and the others, and breaking their various signal locks.

Simultaneously, the God of Jubilee's fingertips flicked lightly through the air, plucking the network of divine power.

Injunction Talisman!

Great hands of divine power erupted in an instant, clawing toward Zhang Yu and his companions.

If he were facing an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, the God of Jubilee's specialized talents as an evil god would suffice, despite his weakness in direct combat.

But before him stood eight Nascent Soul True Monarchs, all elites from the Ten Great Academies.

The moment the God of Jubilee deployed his techniques, True Monarch Wild Tiger and the others moved in unison.

Some excelled in martial arts, others in Daoist techniques; some possessed immense frontal combat capability, while others specialized in infiltration or spiritual realm assaults, each utilizing Dharma treasures to compensate for any deficiencies...

As the True Monarchs struck together, a succession of Nascent Soul manifestations materialized uniformly behind them.

Boom!

With a single forward step from True Monarch Wild Tiger and the rest, the believers surrounding the God of Jubilee were instantly reduced to clouds of bloody mist, leaving only the God of Jubilee and the remaining Nascent Soul cultivator desperately holding the line.

The God of Jubilee fought as he retreated, only to realize he had been surrounded without his noticing.

Seeing the torrential force rushing toward his face, poised to crush him entirely, a bitter cry echoed in the God of Jubilee's heart.

Yet in the next moment, as his final believer was struck dead, the God of Jubilee's true form was spared by True Monarch Wild Tiger and the others, suppressed beneath layers of astral qi.

This was, of course, at Zhang Yu's request, asking them to temporarily stay their hands.

The reason Zhang Yu gave was simple: he hoped to extract more intelligence from the evil god to aid the war effort.

While True Monarch Wild Tiger and the others subdued the God of Jubilee, Zhang Yu was circulating the Kunlun within the Palm and the Triple Realm Ten Direction Great Void Absolute Barrier, attempting to suppress the immortal treasure that was the Scroll of Ten Thousand Li of Rivers and Mountains.

Ever since escaping from the artifact, he could feel the scroll flashing violently, seemingly preparing to soar into the heavens and return to its master's side.

Zhang Yu immediately employed the Kunlun within the Palm, constantly drawing it toward his grasp.

Yet despite his continuous constriction, the Scroll of Ten Thousand Li of Rivers and Mountains resembled a massive fish capable of breaking free from whirlpools and undercurrents, slipping away from the pull of the Kunlun within the Palm time and again.

Zhang Yu was forced to manifest the Triple Realm Ten Direction Great Void Absolute Barrier, bringing down spatial barriers one after another to block its path.

However, the spatial barriers that had always proven infallible now felt like fragile paper before the Scroll of Ten Thousand Li of Rivers and Mountains, shattered in a single charge.

"What an overbearing treasure."

Seeing that the scroll was about to escape his control, Zhang Yu hardened his resolve. Under the cover of the Kunlun within the Palm, he directly opened the entrance to the Immortal Space and lunged toward the Scroll of Ten Thousand Li of Rivers and Mountains.

Boom!

As the Scroll of Ten Thousand Li of Rivers and Mountains was swallowed whole by the Immortal Space, the artifact unleashed a series of explosive detonations, followed by violent tremors.

Zhang Yu thought to himself: "The space constructed by the Scroll of Rivers and Mountains is now clashing with the Immortal Space."

If the previous process of tearing the scroll open from the inside was like a heavy truck colliding with a sedan, then right now, Zhang Yu felt as though the Scroll of Ten Thousand Li of Rivers and Mountains was being crushed beneath the tracks of a tank.

Accompanied by a string of crackling explosions, the immortal treasure instantly lost all its supernatural properties, falling into the Immortal Space with a dull thud.

"Is it completely destroyed?"

Sensing this, Zhang Yu sighed inwardly but felt no regret. Destroying the treasure was far better than allowing the enemy to reclaim it.

"I can only study it when the opportunity arises in the future."

With this thought, Zhang Yu temporarily set aside his regret for the scroll and turned his gaze toward the suppressed God of Jubilee nearby.

"Everyone, leave him to me for suppression."

Taking the God of Jubilee from the hands of True Monarch Wild Tiger and the others, Zhang Yu immediately led the group to continue their breakthrough outward.

The group soon discovered that the stronghold the God of Jubilee had brought them to was his personal property. At this moment, there were no masters or formidable forces left inside or outside the base, and within moments, it was completely overrun by Zhang Yu and his companions.

Meanwhile, the others hurried to contact the outside world, beginning to gather intelligence on the unfolding battle.

Zhang Yu led the God of Jubilee to an empty space, where he channeled the "Three Realms and Ten Directions Grand Void Barriers." In an instant, wall after wall of spatial barriers materialized, isolating the inner domain from the outer world. He then commenced the ritual formerly taught to him by Lady Blessing, intending to seal the God of Jubilee away first.

Watching Zhang Yu's precise movements, the God of Jubilee cried out in alarm, "You! How do you know how to perform this ritual?!"

Naturally, Zhang Yu would not tell him that this was a sealing ritual Lady Blessing had taught him for safekeeping after they encountered the heretical gods of the Righteous Qi Alliance.

Zhang Yu still remembered Lady Blessing’s words at the time: "This is to teach you how to preserve a heretical god's freshness if you catch one alone when I’m not around..."

Though the ritual was rather complex and required a great variety of miscellaneous materials, this happened to be the very domain of the God of Jubilee, meaning there was no shortage of the necessary components.

As the God of Jubilee watched Zhang Yu step by step draw closer to sealing him away, he spat out in resentment, "Were you a devotee of a heretical god all along?"

"Who on earth is your master?"

"Who is it, damn you!!!"

With wave upon wave of intense reluctance, the God of Jubilee was finally reduced to a statue the size of a keychain, which Zhang Yu swept away into his Grand Void Cloud Storage.

Not long after Zhang Yu finished sealing the God of Jubilee, True Monarch Wild Tiger established contact with him.

Having grasped the current state of affairs, True Monarch Wild Tiger spoke in an incredibly heavy, grave tone, "True Monarch Zhuyi, the situation is critical. We intend to take a brief respite to tend to our wounds, and then we will rush to reinforce the others as quickly as possible. What are your plans?"

"I shall take my leave first," Zhang Yu replied, already soaring into the sky past the boundaries of the outpost.

Even as Zhang Yu departed, he left a message for his counterpart: "True Monarch Wild Tiger, I must trouble you for a favor. Please find a suitable instructor from the Heavenly Demon University and, following the joint cultivation protocol, pass the 'Hundred Transformations of the Heavenly Demon' to me as soon as possible."

True Monarch Wild Tiger did not hesitate; a matter like this was a mere flick of his wrist.

He was only curious as to why Zhang Yu suddenly desired to learn the "Hundred Transformations of the Heavenly Demon."

True Monarch Wild Tiger suddenly recalled the remarkable talent for demon-descendant breeding that Zhang Yu had displayed during the Top Ten Leagues.

He thought to himself, "Could he be trying to integrate the techniques of the 'Hundred Transformations of the Heavenly Demon' into his own breeding system?"

On the other side, as Zhang Yu flew at high speeds, the phantom silhouettes of various beasts gradually manifested across his body.

Giant dragons, ox demons, colossal apes, Roc birds...

Real clones birthed from within his body actually began to shift, expand, and twist through flesh and bone, gradually morphing into the likenesses of diverse demonic beasts.

This was the exact synergy born from combining the "Grand Technique of Myriad Sovereign Transformations" with the "Classic of the Demon Saint's Ten Thousand Alterations." It allowed every one of Zhang Yu's real clones to execute transformations, further elevating their power and even granting them the supernatural talents of demon descendants and beasts.

Zhang Yu had requested the "Hundred Transformations of the Heavenly Demon" specifically to complement his Azure Water Golden Crystal Armor. This would serve to camouflage his two great immortal sect arts, allowing him to pass off his beast-morphed real clones as creatures he had bred himself.

In particular, the Azure Water Golden Crystal Armor ostensibly only permitted the breeding of aquatic demonic beasts; with the Hundred Transformations of the Heavenly Demon, Zhang Yu could openly deploy the forms of other beast categories.

At the same time, the silhouette of Zhang Pianpian materialized within his ocular skeleton.

Zhang Pianpian asked, "It seems you have broken free?"

Zhang Yu replied, "Sister, I have a rough understanding of the situation and know things are quite dire. Give me the details."

Zhang Pianpian said, "The genuine formation nodes were discovered not long ago. The main forces of both sides have arrived one after another, and after several rounds of fierce combat, it has come down to the final, decisive hour..."

...

The third tier of Kunxu.

The Great Cavity, within the factory grounds of Zhang Yu's company.

The entire district was now wrapped in a solemn, heavy atmosphere, with every employee straining to work against the clock.

Chang Buxiu recalled the news he had seen yesterday regarding Zhang Yu being captured by the Righteous Qi Alliance. His brow furrowed involuntarily, a shadow casting over his face.

"They say the news leaked from the Dark Spirit Realm, but who knows if it's true or false."

"True Monarch Zhuyi absolutely cannot fall..."

The mere thought that the wonderful boss he had so narrowly found might be gone just like that left a bitter taste in Chang Buxiu’s mouth.

The only thing he could do now was to work his hardest and accelerate production, hoping to manufacture more wartime supplies for the Nascent Soul and Soul Formation masters at the front lines. He hoped to help the Ten Schools win this war, and hoped the Ten Schools could rescue Zhang Yu.

"We must win."

Chang Buxiu roared, his spiritual energy surging violently as he forced his already exhausted body to move, pushing his productivity even higher.

At this moment, within the campuses of the Ten Schools, massive quantities of supplies were being manufactured every single second and transported to the front lines. Zhao Tianhang, alongside Mo Tianyi, Che Yufei, Hu Yuntao, and others, manipulated their Grand Void Cloud Storage, ferrying resources to the battlefield time and time again.

They traversed back and forth repeatedly, watching the mountain of resources climb, yet the icons of their comrades in the combat communication group grew dimmer and dimmer.

The divine lights of the Soul Formation masters high up in the sky were also gradually dwindling, fading away.

Everything seemed to portend the direction of the battlefield, foreshadowing the doom of the Ten Schools.

And when Zhang Yu’s profile icon in his friends list turned a cold gray, the hearts of Zhao Tianhang and the others sank violently.

"Zhang Yu has lost connection too?" Zhao Tianhang felt a panic he had never experienced before. Zhang Yu’s disappearance forced him to confront a question he had never wished to consider.

"If Zhang Yu dies, what happens then?"

"If the Ten Schools lose, what are we supposed to do?"

In an instant, though he had lacked a physical body for a very long time, Zhao Tianhang felt a sense of suffocation, a phantom illusion of being unable to catch his breath.

He could not stop himself from sending message after message to Zhang Yu.

Zhao Tianhang: True Monarch Zhuyi, are you alright?

Zhao Tianhang: Director Zhang? Are you there?

Zhao Tianhang: Zhang Yu, don't scare me.

Zhao Tianhang: [3.234565 Spirit Coins]

Zhao Tianhang: Ah Yu, please don't die. What will we do if you're gone? [Loud Crying Loud Crying Loud Crying]

Mo Tianyi, who shared the same space in the spiritual realm, asked, "Old Zhao, have you reached Director Zhang?"

Zhao Tianhang murmured, "He hasn't replied to me."

Mo Tianyi raged, "Those beasts of the Righteous Qi Alliance! If Director Zhang is truly dead, I'll trade my life to kill them..."

Hu Yuntao said despondently, "What's the use of throwing our lives away? If Director Zhang is really dead... whether it's the Ten Schools or the Righteous Qi Alliance, whoever wins makes no difference to me anymore. I have no heart left to care who wins or loses."

Che Yufei shouted, "Stop letting your minds wander! The only thing we can do right now is transport more goods to the front lines and increase the survival odds of the Nascent Soul True Monarchs."

"Even if Director Zhang is currently trapped by the Righteous Qi Alliance, if the Ten Schools can win this, we'll have a chance to break him out!"

On the other side, Yu Xinghan and other company executives released an official notice, explaining that Zhang Yu had not lost connection but was merely in a combat zone with poor spiritual realm signals, urging everyone to work in peace.

Having issued the notice, Yu Xinghan threw himself back into his duties, leading men to repair the defensive lines around the perimeter of the Great Cavity, helping to fend off flank attacks from isolated experts of the Righteous Qi Alliance.

Yet even as he worked, Zhang Yu's gray icon would flash across his ocular skeleton from time to time, leaving his heart flooded with bitterness. When he tried to utilize the power of a heretical god to communicate with him, there was still no response whatsoever.

"The distance must be too great, right?"

"That bastard Zhang Yu... you better not fucking die."

"Worst case scenario, just surrender to the Righteous Qi Alliance. Keeping your life is what matters. I'll just keep working under you in the Righteous Qi Alliance."

"But if we defect to the Righteous Qi Alliance, what happens to Master and Senior Sister?"

As Yu Xinghan thought of this, the figures of True Monarch Spark and Li Xuelian drifted into his mind.

"Alas..."

"But the Ten Schools..."

Watching the increasingly dimming radiance of the Nascent Soul battle in the sky, Yu Xinghan couldn’t help murmuring inwardly, “This time, the Ten Academies might truly be at their breaking point. Zhang Yu… what should we do?”

Gazing up at Yu Xinghan from below, one could only feel as though the entire celestial battlefield—perched at the very apex of the heavens—was about to collapse, crushing everything he had built over the years: the company he and Zhang Yu had forged together, their assets, their employees… reducing it all to dust.

Yet as that sky crumbled above him, he stood utterly powerless. This helplessness—the agony of watching everything he cherished march inexorably toward ruin and defeat—gnawed relentlessly at Yu Xinghan’s heart.

…

Beneath another stretch of sky, Wang Yin was burning the midnight oil in his laboratory, tirelessly assisting with a project aimed at upgrading spatial gear to bolster frontline combat strength.

Amidst his frantic work, he kept glancing upward at the Nascent Soul battlefield.

The luminous streak representing Lady Yin Quan grew ever fainter, its brilliance now dwindling to just 28%.

“Mother is in danger.”

Then Wang Yin turned his eyes to his contacts list—to Zhang Yu’s name, now grayed out.

“Has Zhang Yu fallen too?”

“If Mother dies, who will I leech off of? I’ll no longer be the son of a Nascent Soul cultivator—just an ordinary Golden Core.”

“And if Zhang Yu is gone, there’ll be no one left to unlock the inheritance vaults… I won’t even get my share of Mother’s estate…”

Overnight, watching both his kin and his fiercest rival seemingly meet their ends, Wang Yin sank deeper into despair.

Just then, a message abruptly arrived—from Lady Yin Quan herself.

Lady Yin Quan: I’ve sent you all the account details and passwords.

Wang Yin’s heart lurched—a sudden, ominous dread surging through him.

Though he’d always coveted his mother’s inheritance, now that it seemed truly within reach, an unfamiliar terror gripped him for the first time.

Could it be… that the towering tree which had sheltered and guided him all his life—his mother—was about to fall?

After a long hesitation, he typed:

Mom, use more of it yourself—you can leave less for me.

I want you to live.

Lady Yin Quan: Don’t say such pathetic things.

Remember this: every single coin I leave you, you must claim.

If anyone takes it from you, note their name. Grow stronger. Take back tenfold what was stolen—down to the last fraction.

…

Shi Huaiyu, busy constructing defensive fortifications for the frontlines, had likewise been monitoring battlefield intelligence without pause.

As one by one, the avatars in her contacts list went dark, Shi Huaiyu grew increasingly somber—until Zhang Yu’s icon, too, faded to gray. She finally halted her work.

Shi Huaiyu: President Zhang, what’s going on?

Each message she sent vanished into silence, chilling her heart further.

Then came the final blow: her mentor, Earthforce Mountain—an Earth Element Foundation Nascent Soul True Lord—also turned gray.

The coldness in Shi Huaiyu’s chest hardened into utter desolation.

Shi Huaiyu: Master! Where are you?

No matter what she sent, there was no reply.

After a long while, a bank notification appeared before her—accompanied by a message from Earthforce Mountain himself.

Earthforce Mountain: By the time you read this, I’m probably already dead. But I still have some spirit coins left unused in my account. I refuse to let others inherit my wealth—or worse, have it divided among colleagues I despise. So I figured, why not distribute it myself ahead of time?

Earthforce Mountain: Shi Huaiyu, this portion is yours. Remember—don’t waste it on crypto speculation. Otherwise, someone else will just siphon off your spirit coins.

0.5 spirit coins received.

She lifted her gaze to the heavens and whispered, “Master…”

…

Fifth Layer of Kunxu.

Outside the Zhou Tian Galaxy Formation—the fiercest battleground of them all.

Earthforce Mountain’s golden body was riddled with sword qi, each strike burrowing deep like a parasitic curse, devouring and tearing him apart.

His killer was none other than Sword Immortal True Lord of the Righteous Alliance.

Earthforce Mountain was merely the thirty-fifth Nascent Soul True Lord he’d slain that day.

Bang!

Heaven-Slaying True Lord charged in, their powers colliding midair as their Nascent Souls clashed furiously.

Unnoticed, Heaven-Slaying True Lord accumulated yet more wounds—fresh gashes carved by elusive sword qi.

Staring at Sword Immortal True Lord, who remained effortlessly composed, Heaven-Slaying sighed inwardly: “His sword art can transmute anything in nature—even an opponent’s flesh and spiritual energy—into his own sword qi. It’s uncanny, impossible to guard against.”

“It must be a strategic-grade immortal sect technique—one I’ve never seen before.”

He wondered: “Did our sect develop this recently?”

Thoughts raced through his mind, but his body never ceased moving. He unleashed *The Scripture of Celestial Speed* alongside *The Fist of Untouchable Harmlessness*, striking again and again—but most of his force, upon contact, instantly transformed into sword qi, absorbed by his foe and hurled back at him.

Beside him, Skillful Hand True Lord’s Nascent Soul flashed past, sending a message:

Skillful Hand True Lord: Medical bill: 2,801.059 spirit coins.

Heaven-Slaying, take it easy—I’m worried you’ll go bankrupt if you keep fighting like this.

Heaven-Slaying True Lord: Less talk. If we don’t kill this bastard, we’re all finished today.

As their duel intensified, a Nascent Soul True Lord from the Ten Great Academies arrived to reinforce Heaven-Slaying, joining the assault on Sword Immortal True Lord.

Heaven-Slaying warned, “Watch out for his sword qi—”

He darted forward, shielding his ally while preparing a coordinated strike.

But in that split second, his ally’s movements shifted unexpectedly—not continuing the assault on Sword Immortal True Lord, but instead turning with him to encircle Heaven-Slaying.

A soft *shhk* echoed. Already disadvantaged, Heaven-Slaying exposed a momentary opening—and instantly, Sword Immortal True Lord severed his arm.

Heaven-Slaying recoiled violently, glaring at the Nascent Soul True Lord now standing beside Sword Immortal.

“You’ve betrayed us, Jian Yun?” he spat coldly.

Jian Yun True Lord hailed from Heavenly Sword University—once a disciple of Lord Yufeng. He had been assigned to interrogate Bai Zhenzhen during her detention.

Later, due to a mere flick of Zhang Yu’s finger, industrial tides shifted—and Jian Yun became the sacrificial lamb chosen by Heavenly Sword University to bear the brunt of those changes.

Ever since, his status plummeted, his wealth drastically diminished.

Only with this war’s outbreak had he managed to borrow enough spirit coins to partially restore his strength.

Now, meeting Heaven-Slaying’s gaze, Jian Yun laughed aloud. “Heaven-Slaying, the wise yield to circumstance. The Righteous Alliance stands on the brink of total victory. I advise you—surrender while you still can.”

Heaven-Slaying said nothing. He merely drew a deep breath, his expression growing graver.

His eyes flickered toward the Nascent Soul battlefield above.

Of Wanfa University’s original cohort, only three Nascent Soul lights remained—and even the brightest among them, Magnetic Pole True Lord, now shone at a mere 38% intensity.

Heaven-Slaying sneered, “Better to die by your hands than be cleaned up by the Heavenly Court.”

Sword Immortal True Lord lowered his eyelids, his aura swelling with surging sword qi. Calmly, he spoke:

“Rest assured—dying by my hand is the greatest fortune, the supreme honor of your lives.”

“In days to come, you’ll look back on this moment and count yourselves blessed… that you perished at my blade.”

Within the Zhou Tian Galaxy Formation.

At the heart of the Nascent Soul battlefield.

Lord Ciji and Lord Qingmu stood side by side, hands clasped together.

Lord Ciji asked, “Old Gao, can you still hold on?”

Lord Qingmu nodded. “Don’t worry, Yurong. I won’t hold you back.”

Lord Ciji smiled faintly. “It’s a pity—we’ve no idea what’s become of that boy Zhang Yu. Right now, even if we wanted to help him, we can’t.”

Lord Qingmu sighed. “With his talent, had this great calamity not come, he might truly have stayed in the sect and risen even higher.”

“Yes,” Lord Ciji said with a helpless smile. “But alas, we can barely save ourselves now. This battle… we’ve ultimately lost to him.”

Together, they gazed toward the highest point of the Nascent Soul battlefield’s sky, where a single, peerless radiance blazed at its zenith—the Nascent Soul light shining with unmatched brilliance, the divine glow symbolizing Fu Xian Tian.

Just then, both Lords Ciji and Qingmu suddenly noticed that within their communication roster, Zhang Yu’s avatar flared brightly to life.

Zhang Yu: Master, I’m here.

(End of chapter)