Chapter 738: Repairing Heaven (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 738: Cultivating Heaven (Requesting Moon Tickets)

As one task after another was assigned, the Nascent Soul True Lords of the Ten Academies began a massive construction campaign across the Fifth Layer of Kunxu.

An ocean of materials and laborers streamed upward from the Second, Third, and even Fourth Layers, as if in the blink of an eye transforming the entire Fifth Layer into a colossal construction site.

In no time at all, the battlefield—once gradually falling into silence and desolation—began to thrum with feverish activity.

To expedite the modification of the outer formation and thereby gain control over the internal Zhou Tian Milky Way Formation through the Starry Sky Formation above, Zhang Yu himself plunged into the work.

He and his myriad beastly avatars shot forth like lightning bolts. Torrents of Earthly Sha gravitational force surged outward in every direction, instantly churning the earth, reshaping terrain, and laying foundations…

Yet even as the commotion in the Fifth Layer grew louder and the grand array-modification project roared ahead with overwhelming momentum, Fu Xian Tian remained utterly unmoved.

Gazing up at the divine radiance of Fu Xian Tian hanging motionless at the center of the sky—neither waxing nor waning—Zhang Yu’s heart churned with a persistent sense of foreboding.

He believed firmly that this disciple of an immortal, resolved to slaughter everyone from the Second through the Fifth Layers, would never surrender so easily—nor would he idly watch them thwart his plans.

“What are you really planning?”

Not long after this thought crossed Zhang Yu’s mind, deep beneath his feet, the earth trembled violently—and during construction, enormous pipelines were suddenly exposed.

At the same moment, not just where Zhang Yu stood, but across the entire Fifth Layer construction zone, similar pipelines began appearing one after another.

While the Nascent Soul True Lords of the Ten Academies puzzled over the purpose of these pipes, a message from Zhang Pianpian lit up on Zhang Yu’s ocular implant.

Zhang Pianpian: They’re charging conduits.

Having also cultivated the *Infinite Mind Inner Dharma Body* within the Taiqing Realm, Zhang Pianpian had long maintained several strands of her consciousness dedicated to reviewing surveillance records embedded in the divine energy network of the Fifth Layer over the past year and more.

Through relentless analysis and deduction—and by studying the various construction projects unfolding in the Fifth Layer—she had finally unraveled many mysteries.

She told Zhang Yu, “Fu Xian Tian buried countless charging conduits beneath the formations. These conduits gather power from spirit veins everywhere—and also siphon off all manner of scattered energies left behind on the battlefield.”

Zhang Yu’s eyes narrowed. “Scattered battlefield energies?”

“Yes,” Zhang Pianpian replied. “Exploding thunderfire, cascading sword qi, even celestial calamities raining from the heavens—or the sheer might unleashed by battles among Divine Transformation Sovereigns… All of it has been silently collected.”

Suddenly, Zhang Yu recalled Zhan Xian True Lord’s *Heaven and Earth Are My Sword*. He asked, “Is he using the energy-conversion techniques embedded in that sword art to harvest and transform power?”

“Precisely,” Zhang Pianpian confirmed. “The energy released by hundreds upon hundreds of Nascent Soul experts fighting between the Ten Academies and the Righteous Alliance…”

“And the vast torrents of power unleashed by nearly a hundred Divine Transformation Sovereigns clashing here—all of it has likely been gathered.”

“I originally assumed Fu Xian Tian was collecting this energy to sustain or reinforce the array’s operation, just as recorded within the Righteous Alliance’s archives.”

“But now it seems otherwise…”

Zhang Yu’s heart sank. He had previously believed Fu Xian Tian sought to exterminate everyone from Layers Two through Five, which explained why he’d devised schemes to endlessly drain the strength of both the Ten Academies’ and Righteous Alliance’s Divine Transformation experts—making it easier for him to wipe them all out later.

Formations like the Zhou Tian Milky Way Array and the Starry Sky Array seemed deliberately designed with restraint, leading Zhang Yu to assume exactly that.

“But now it appears Fu Xian Tian wasn’t merely stalling the conflict—he was simultaneously draining both sides while converting and absorbing the very energy they unleashed…”

“What does he intend to do with such power?”

The sheer magnitude of energy released by nearly a hundred Divine Transformation Sovereigns in battle… Even if only a fraction had been absorbed and transformed, the mere thought weighed heavily upon Zhang Yu’s soul.

Meanwhile, Zhang Pianpian continued, “Based on my analysis of construction records from the past year-plus in Kunxu’s Fifth Layer, all these charging conduits ultimately converge into a single nexus.”

“Fu Xian Tian has funneled all the harvested energy—drawn from nearly a hundred Divine Transformation Sovereigns and thousands of Nascent Soul cultivators—into a single object.”

Once again, Zhang Yu recalled Fu Xian Tian’s earlier words and couldn’t help but ask, “Is he planning to blow up the entire Fifth Layer?”

Zhang Pianpian replied, “Whatever his goal may be, our interference has disrupted his plan—especially breaking through the firmament and modifying the outer array. That likely prevented him from gathering as much energy as he originally intended.”

Hearing this, Zhang Yu gave a slight nod and asked, “Where is this object—the one infused with all that power?”

Zhang Pianpian transmitted coordinates and a map marker—located deep within the Zhou Tian Milky Way Formation.

…

Meanwhile.

Not far from those coordinates,

a flying sword raced forward through subterranean charging conduits, hurtling toward the central convergence point where countless pipelines met.

Its controller was none other than Xing Huo True Lord.

Having sensed something amiss with the great formation, he had traced the anomaly here—and finally uncovered the deepest secret binding together the Zhou Tian Milky Way Formation and the Starry Sky Formation.

As the sword pressed onward, images and data gleaned from its reconnaissance continuously flickered across his ocular implant:

A dense web of charging conduits like spider silk; surging torrents of energy potent enough to flatten the entire Fifth Layer; inverted gravity, bent light, and warped spatial structures…

The deeper he advanced, the more Xing Huo True Lord felt reality itself twisting around some unseen presence.

This sensation stirred a memory within him: “Could it be…”

With a sharp crack, the flying sword detonated before he could glimpse what lay at the core—severing its link to the Spirit Realm network.

Even so, one thing was certain to Xing Huo True Lord.

“This pressure… this aura… this data…”

He drew a deep breath. “It’s an Immortal Sect artifact—no, a Pillar-level Immortal Sect artifact.”

He knew well that in Kunxu—a world obsessed with hierarchies—even Immortal Sect artifacts were ranked. Just like cultivation manuals, they were classified into four tiers: Inherited, Strategic, Pillar, and World-Creating.

“If Inherited and Strategic-grade artifacts might still appear below the Eleventh Layer, then Pillar-grade ones… are absolutely forbidden there.”

Reflecting on his past, Xing Huo True Lord—who’d spent most of his life standing guard as a sect security officer—had seen a Pillar-grade artifact only once, during an exhibition.

That single encounter had seared itself into his memory—and comparing it now, he grew ever more certain: what lay hidden deep within the Zhou Tian Milky Way Formation was indeed a Pillar-grade artifact.

“How did Fu Xian Tian bring down a Pillar-grade artifact? What does he intend to do?”

Xing Huo True Lord didn’t know—but he immediately broadcast his discovery.

Soon, the Divine Transformation experts of the Ten Academies, along with Zhang Yu and Zhang Pianpian, all learned of the Pillar-grade artifact’s existence.

Upon hearing this news, some trembled in dread, while others burned with greed.

As word spread and emotions swelled among the growing crowd…

…the sky collapsed.

…

With a thunderous boom,

Zhang Yu snapped his head upward—to see the sky of Kunxu’s Fifth Layer abruptly descending, slowly pressing downward toward the earth.

At the same time, the once-vast emptiness of the heavens began to resemble a colossal palm as it fell, etched with intricate, densely packed patterns.

Zhang Yu’s gaze sharpened. Just as he prepared to send a message to Xing Huo True Lord, a group transmission arrived first.

Xing Huo True Lord: It’s the Great Nirvana Final-Seal Mystic Seal! If it keeps descending, it’ll crush and flatten everything from Layer Five all the way down to Layer Two! He means to kill us all—to annihilate everything!

Zhang Yu’s heart turned to lead. “So Fu Xian Tian gathered all that energy from Divine Transformation battles… just to activate this artifact?”

“We modified the outer array—shouldn’t that have disrupted his original plan? Shouldn’t it have denied him the extra time needed to collect even more energy from ongoing Divine Transformation clashes?”

“How did he manage to gather enough power ahead of schedule to activate it?”

In an instant, the entire Spirit Realm network erupted into chaos.

Countless cultivators stared up at the sinking sky, feeling as though heaven and earth were closing in—to grind all living beings into dust.

And those powerful enough to receive Xing Huo True Lord’s message now looked upon the heavens with grim resolve… and bitter despair.

“Truly a sect-defining treasure?!” Nie Lian Shenjun cried in shock. “How could the Heavenly Court allow anyone to bring such a thing down?!”

Yin Quan Shenjun spoke hoarsely, “This madman… how many people does he intend to kill? How much property must be destroyed? How dare he? How dare he?!”

Ci Ji Shenjun’s gaze grew grave as he said, “Everyone, this is no time for idle talk. We must stop Fu Xian Tian—otherwise, we’ll all die, utterly ruined.”

Moments later, beams of divine radiance shot skyward, surging toward the collapsing heavens.

Yet the descending firmament merely slowed for an instant before continuing its inexorable descent, inch by inch, as though no power or object in existence could halt the closing of heaven and earth.

…

At the same time, communication within the Righteous Alliance grew increasingly frantic.

At first, the appearance of the Great Nirvana Final Scene Mystic Seal had thrilled the alliance’s cultivators—they believed that once this celestial-gate artifact activated, they would surely defeat the Ten Great Academies and unify Levels 2 through 5.

But as the sky plummeted ever faster, more and more began sensing something amiss: they realized that both they and the entire Righteous Alliance seemed squarely within the attack’s range.

The Nascent Soul cultivators of the alliance felt it first—trapped inside the Zhou Tian Milky Way Formation with nowhere to flee, they could only watch helplessly as the heavens crashed down.

Lian Shu Shenjun, leader of the Finance Faction and formerly of Wanfa University, was the first to confront Fu Xian Tian directly. “Alliance Chief,” he demanded, “what are you doing?”

Fu Xian Tian replied coolly, “Eliminating the Nascent Souls of the Ten Academies. Once I’ve killed Ci Ji and the others, we win.”

Lian Shu Shenjun gritted his teeth. “Then why are we all within the blast radius?”

Fu Xian Tian remained expressionless. “The Great Nirvana Final Scene Mystic Seal simply has that range. But once Ci Ji and the rest are dead, I’ll halt it myself.”

“You should be joining me now to surround and destroy the Ten Academies’ Nascent Souls. The moment they’re gone, I’ll deactivate the seal…”

But staring at the ever-descending sky, Lian Shu Shenjun no longer trusted Fu Xian Tian.

Beams of Nascent Soul radiance encircled Fu Xian Tian. Lian Shu Shenjun declared, “Alliance Chief, please hand over control of this celestial-gate artifact. We shall manage it together.”

Fu Xian Tian looked at the thirty-odd Nascent Soul Shenjuns surrounding him and murmured softly, “So you’ve long plotted this—gathering so many allies, ready to move against me at any moment.” He knew well that someone of the Finance Faction’s nature, like Lian Shu Shenjun, could never fully trust him—or forever accept subordination. Their hunger for growth, strength, and wealth was insatiable.

To surpass him, sideline him, replace him—it was only inevitable.

Lian Shu Shenjun gave a cold laugh and pressed, “Alliance Chief…”

But in the next instant, several nearby Nascent Souls roared and launched simultaneous attacks at Lian Shu Shenjun.

To his astonishment, their faces twisted into expressions identical to Fu Xian Tian’s as they sneered, “Lian Shu, your scheme was exposed long ago.”

Lian Shu Shenjun’s heart sank. “You turned them into your reincarnated vessels?”

Fu Xian Tian said nothing. Instead, he lifted his eyes to the falling sky and spoke calmly, “Though the path was winding, the Great Nirvana Final Scene Mystic Seal has now successfully activated. No one shall survive between Levels 2 and 5…”

At that moment, the assembled Nascent Souls of the Righteous Alliance launched a coordinated assault, driving back Fu Xian Tian’s reincarnated bodies step by step.

Lian Shu Shenjun shouted, “Fu Xian Tian! Hand over control now—or you’ll die too!”

“Die?” Fu Xian Tian smiled faintly. “To activate the Great Nirvana Final Scene Mystic Seal… I died long ago.”

Knowing his plan risked disruption, Fu Xian Tian had chosen to sacrifice himself prematurely to trigger the celestial-gate artifact.

Watching Fu Xian Tian’s form dissolve into light and merge with the heavens, Lian Shu Shenjun’s heart turned to ice. “Madman! Absolute madman! To destroy all of Levels 2 through 5, he sacrificed himself—and made himself the artifact’s spirit?!”

Simultaneously, Fu Xian Tian’s reincarnated bodies also transformed into radiant beams, willingly merging into the firmament, amplifying the seal’s apocalyptic might.

Seeing the sky accelerate its descent anew, Lian Shu Shenjun snarled, “Stop him!”

Immediately, the Nascent Souls of the Righteous Alliance surged upward like divine pillars, straining with all their might against the collapsing heavens.

But now, the Great Nirvana Final Scene Mystic Seal seemed an unstoppable force of annihilation. The falling sky shattered beam after beam of divine light without pause, drawing ever closer to the earth amid countless despairing gazes.

The Nascent Soul Shenjuns could only watch helplessly.

Nie Lian Shenjun cried, “We can’t hold it—we might delay it a few hours at most, but we can’t stop it!”

Yin Quan Shenjun sighed, “If that thing crashes down, it won’t just kill us—it’ll pulverize everything in Levels 2 through 5.”

Amid crackling explosions, Qian Kui Shenjun of Xianbing University flickered with fading radiance. “I can’t hold on much longer,” he gasped.

Panicked, he added, “Hurry—tell Zhang Yu to release the formation! I need to get out!”

Faced with the unstoppable collapse of heaven, despair spread like a contagion among the Nascent Soul Shenjuns.

Qian Kui Shenjun’s plea especially stirred restless thoughts in the others.

Just then, Ci Ji Shenjun thundered, “No one leaves!”

“If we open the formation now, how many Nascent Souls here—whether from the Ten Academies or the Righteous Alliance—do you think will flee?”

“If we don’t stand united to hold up this collapsing sky, the Great Nirvana Final Scene Mystic Seal will obliterate Level 5 even faster, leaving us even less time.”

“Even if we can’t stop the collapse, we must delay it as long as possible! Every extra moment might bring the Heavenly Court!”

“I won’t support opening the formation until our very last breath.”

“Anyone who wants to run—must go through me first.”

Hearing this, the Nascent Soul Shenjuns exchanged uneasy glances. For now, no one dared mention retreat again.

Qing Mu Shenjun added, “Everyone, modifications to the outer formation continue! If we can harness the power of both the Zhou Tian Milky Way Formation and the Starry Firmament Array, we can endure longer.”

Qian Kui Shenjun sighed, “Their progress is too slow. With only a few hours left, there’s no way they’ll finish the modifications in time.”

…

While the Nascent Soul Shenjuns struggled desperately, Zhang Yu resolved to accelerate the project further.

In an instant, countless recruitment notices flooded Levels 2 through 5.

“Whether you’re from junior colleges, lower academies, upper academies, or the Ten Greats—human or yao-blooded—if you can work, I want you.”

He instructed Ying Xin and the others, “No limits on personnel, no caps on positions. I want every willing worker, every eager hand, to join this project in Level 5!”

“This opportunity is for every cultivator in Kunxu across Levels 2 through 5!”

Shi Huaiyu cautioned, “But the sight of the collapsing sky… it’s terrifying. Many will be too frightened to come.”

“Will hiding below save them?” Zhang Yu countered. “That’s just waiting to die.”

“Heaven itself seeks to crush us. Only by reshaping heaven and earth can we survive.”

“And I believe the people of Kunxu fear not death—if given direction, they’ll fear nothing!”

With a sweep of his hand, vast funds flowed from Space Corp into Construction Corp.

“Triple wages for anyone who joins this project!”

“Even if heaven falls—we’ll rebuild it back up!”

…

Near the Great Void of Level 3, at a construction site,

Xiang Shan sat slumped on the ground, gaunt and exhausted.

Once a top student in Civil Engineering at Tian Yao University, he now looked far poorer than before.

Ever since his clash with Zhang Yu at the worksite, he’d been buried under fines for damaging geological structures and polluting water sources, forcing him into endless labor to repay debts—and missing crucial opportunities for advancement.

Recently, with shifting battlefronts, factory orders had surged while civil projects dwindled, slashing Xiang Shan’s income. He now lived frugally, barely scraping by.

“Do I really have to take a factory job?”

Xiang Shan struggled inwardly, his voice heavy with reluctance: “But my earth-and-woodcraft skills—I’ve trained for years… How can I waste my time in some factory?”

“But right now, the Ten Academies and the Righteous Alliance are locked in a massive war, devouring mountains of supplies every day. I heard the factories run twenty-four hours straight, without rest.”

At this thought, Xiang Shan couldn’t help but waver.

“Ah… if only True Lord Zhu Yi would scatter red envelopes again.”

Remembering the last time he’d snatched one, a wistful glimmer flickered in Xiang Shan’s eyes.

But in the very next moment, seeing the message that appeared before him, he cried out in delight: “A Level 5 construction project? Triple wages?!”

Xiang Shan leapt to his feet at once, instantly signed up through the Spirit Realm, and shot straight toward Level 5 of Kunxu.

Along the way, he noticed more and more people—just like him—rushing toward Level 5, their numbers swelling into rivers of humanity surging skyward.

The air itself, the Spirit Realm too, buzzed with chatter about it.

“I heard the heavens themselves are about to collapse—won’t it be dangerous up there?”

“Triple wages! Even if the sky falls, I’m doing this job!”

“But so many people—all getting triple pay? Can True Lord Zhu Yi even afford it?”

Chang Wuxiu, who’d just bolted out of the factory, shouted back: “True Lord Zhu Yi’s rolling in wealth—how could he not afford it?”

Recalling how he’d grabbed a red envelope last time, Chang Wuxiu declared proudly, “He scattered envelopes to hundreds of millions! His money could pierce the firmament—how could he possibly go broke on wages?”

…

Ying Xin said bitterly, “Director Zhang! We can’t hold out financially! More and more people are signing up—every unemployed soul is heading our way!”

“If this keeps up, we’ll drive unemployment down to zero!”

“Just equipping them with gear and materials is draining us dry…”

“And triple wages? That’s insane—it’ll bankrupt us! Can’t we lower it a bit?”

Zhang Yu waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t lower the wages. I’ll handle the money.”

With that, Zhang Yu opened the Nascent Soul Battlefield Operations Group and said, “Esteemed seniors, to accelerate the outer array’s reconstruction, I need your financial support—more is better.”

When the Nascent Soul Sovereigns in the group heard Zhang Yu was offering triple wages—and potentially recruiting tens of billions of workers—they all felt their hearts lurch.

“You’re mad!” cried Qian Kui Sovereign. “Triple wages? Do those laborers even understand what they’re spending? What makes them deserve so much?”

Zhang Yu replied calmly, “Senior Qian Kui, our immediate priority is halting Heaven’s Collapse. If we can finish modifying the array quickly enough to slow the collapse, then no amount of money spent will be wasted.”

Ci Ji Sovereign gritted his teeth, pained but resolute: “Zhang Yu’s right. If we don’t spend now, do you plan to wait until you’re dead to spend it?”

Another Nascent Soul Sovereign muttered, “But this is too much…”

Zhang Yu continued evenly, “If none of you are willing to contribute, then I’ll have no choice but to collect from your campuses myself—after you’re gone.”

Nie Lian Sovereign laughed furiously, “You dare threaten us?”

Zhang Yu spoke slowly, each word deliberate: “Senior, I’m not threatening you. I’m stating a fact. No one honors property rights after you’re dead…”

After a swift, tense, yet decisive exchange, torrents of funds began flowing from the accounts of one Nascent Soul Sovereign after another.

Watching his spirit coins vanish from his account, Qian Kui Sovereign groaned in agony, “Money… All this money—just handed out to the poor?!”

Yin Quan Sovereign clenched his jaw and growled, “This money won’t be wasted. Everyone… let’s give it everything we’ve got. We must hold up this collapsing sky!”

(End of Chapter)