Chapter 741: Heavenly Court Descends (Today totaling 9,600 words across 3 chapters, requesting monthly tickets)

Chapter 741: The Heavenly Court Descends (Today’s total: over 9,600 words = 3+ chapters. Moon tickets requested!)

“Sister, I’m counting on you,” Zhang Yu said quietly. “Without you, I couldn’t have done this.”

Zhang Pianpian sighed. “Manipulating the divine energy network isn’t much—but right now, in all of Layers Two through Five, you’re the only one who could borrow this much money.”

One hundred million… One billion…

Mountain-Moving Talisman! Divine Power Talisman! Heaven-Overturning Talisman…

As talisman after talisman descended, streams of divine radiance encircled Zhang Yu’s body, pouring unimaginably violent power into him. Every movement he made, every breath he took, stirred hurricanes.

Three billion… Four billion… Five billion!

Heaven-Dominating Talisman! Weather-Control Talisman! Boundless Magical Energy Talisman! Infinite Spiritual Qi Talisman! Earth-Obeys-Will Talisman…

At that moment, it seemed as if all the spiritual qi of the entire Fifth Layer was converging upon Zhang Yu.

Countless gales roared through the sky, dragging toward the vault of heaven.

With a thunderous boom, far beyond where the Starry Sky Formation had yet reached, the earth began to warp at Zhang Yu’s will—rising up as countless giant hands thrusting skyward, piercing straight into the heavens.

Lianshu Shenjun of the Righteous Alliance watched silently, his heart filled with awe. “A single thought moves—heaven and earth shatter.”

Seven billion!

Eight billion!

Ten billion!

Cross-Layer Divine Power Talisman! Myriad Arts Obey Heart Talisman! Great Deity Possession Talisman…

Explosions crackled around Zhang Yu—overloaded conduits in the divine energy network bursting from the sheer intensity of transmitted force.

Simultaneously, Zhang Yu’s permissions within the Spirit Realm, his talisman authority, and his access to the divine energy network surged wildly.

Layers Two, Three, and Four trembled in unison. Their divine networks churned together, channeling power toward Zhang Yu in the Fifth Layer.

In that instant, Zhang Yu recalled the time when the Primordial Deity of All Beings had cast talismans upon him.

The sensation was similar—but now magnified ten thousandfold.

His body swelled violently, transforming into a giant hundreds of meters tall. Soaring skyward amidst a blaze of divine light, he drove his fist upward with crushing force, smashing directly into the firmament.

If the descending heavens had already been halted at their limit by the combined efforts of numerous Ascended cultivators and the Starry Sky Formation, then Zhang Yu’s strike—infused with the power of tens of billions in spirit coins—was the final reversal of fate.

Amidst deafening thunder, every cultivator in the Fifth Layer felt the very fabric of heaven and earth shake violently. The slowly descending sky was suddenly, forcibly lifted upward.

Da Zhuan Zhenjun stared in shock. “A god… a god… a god! Zhang Yu is now the highest-ranking deity beneath the Fifth Layer!”

“All secrets of heaven, earth, and living beings lie bare before him. He commands all things; overturning heaven and earth rests upon a single thought!”

Facing Zhang Yu’s assault, Fu Xian Tian’s visage gradually emerged within the firmament.

One rose like a pillar holding up the sky; the other pressed down like an emperor subduing the world. Their gazes clashed, burning with boundless battle intent.

Fu Xian Tian sighed. “You’d incur a debt of ten billion just to stop me? Only you’d think of something so reckless.”

“This isn’t about money—it’s about resolve!” Zhang Yu roared. “Fu Xian Tian! This is the resolve of everyone in Layers Two through Five—they want to live!”

With a thunderous crash, Chang Bu Xiu stared up at the sky, shouting excitedly, “It’s rising! The sky’s being pushed back up!”

Fu Xian Tian replied coldly, “Wrong resolve is meaningless. What value is there in a twisted existence?”

“Zhang Yu,” he continued, “now feel our resolve.”

As he spoke, several of his reincarnated forms descended from the heavens, each already chanting the Hell-Soul Purification Scripture, pointing a finger directly at Zhang Yu.

In an instant, Zhang Yu’s mind flooded with chaotic thoughts—memories surging uncontrollably.

He remembered betrayal in his sect, humiliation by his own mother, forced cultivation by his sworn brother, drained utterly until nothing remained but human wreckage…

“This isn’t me!”

With a furious roar, a bestial shadow leapt from his body—only for Zhang Yu to seize it with his massive hand.

Tearing with overwhelming strength, he ripped apart the demonic bloodline avatar, flesh and bone shredding under unbearable agony, until it was utterly annihilated.

Thus, the beast-avatar implanted with reincarnated memories was slain outright by Zhang Yu.

Then another memory surfaced—himself flayed alive by his own disciple, watching helplessly as he was devoured piece by piece.

“I told you—this isn’t me!”

Another roar—and another beast-shadow torn to pieces.

But more memories came crashing in.

He remembered his family fighting over a single job—father killing son, husband slaying wife, descendants turning against ancestors—until he stood alone, still failing the interview.

He remembered diligent cultivation, finally passing exams and interviews, only to be stripped of everything to make way for someone else—forced to kneel, confess himself a pauper unworthy of work…

Scene after scene flashed through his mind—but with each, Zhang Yu tore apart another fragment of himself, enduring excruciating pain as he shattered those false selves again and again.

And with every self he annihilated, his hands shoved the heavens upward another meter—until he had driven them back a full hundred meters.

“Fu Xian Tian! Don’t use your memories, your experiences, to dictate our future!”

“None of this is me! Not my master, not my companions, not my classmates, not my coworkers!”

With a final bellow, Zhang Yu obliterated the last beast-avatar.

Bang!

The heavens were thrust upward another hundred meters. Meanwhile, Fu Xian Tian’s reincarnated forms, strained beyond limits by the Hell-Soul Purification Scripture, saw their souls shatter—and were absorbed entirely by the firmament.

Fu Xian Tian’s voice turned icy. “That is your future. Do you truly believe you can resist the influence of the Heavenly Court? Defy the Celestial Emperor’s decree? Continuing to live is merely walking the wrong path.”

Zhang Yu pressed both hands firmly against the sky, uttering each word with iron resolve: “Wrong? Look clearly at the living people below! They want to live! All they ask for is a job—so they can live decently! What crime is that!”

Fu Xian Tian gave no reply. Instead, the sky above began to fracture. Terrifying power rained down, crushing Zhang Yu relentlessly.

“This…” Zhang Yu’s expression twisted in alarm as an unstoppable force drove him downward. At the same time, the heavenly pillars summoned by the Starry Sky Formation began snapping one by one.

Within the Celestial River Formation, many Ascended Lords who had just moments ago fought side by side now saw their divine radiance rapidly dimming—their strength fading fast.

Nie Lian Shenjun stared at the crumbling heavens, fury and terror mingling in his voice. “He’s gone mad… He’s detonated the Great Nirvana Final-Seal Mystic Seal! That lunatic won’t even remain as a spirit-bound artifact anymore!”

Yin Quan Shenjun’s voice was glacial. “He means to drag everyone down with him.”

Under the crushing weight of the collapsing sky, Zhang Yu, the Starry Sky Formation, the Ten Academies, and the Righteous Alliance’s Ascended Lords—all were forced into retreat.

Faced with the self-destruction of this sect-defining treasure, none in the world seemed capable of resistance.

Fu Xian Tian’s face, manifesting in the heavens, began to crack. He looked at Zhang Yu and said, “You cannot stop the collapse of heaven. Come with me—to the new world.”

Zhang Yu met his gaze. “Fu Xian Tian… I used to despise Kunxu too. I loathed everything about its people…”

“But recently, I realized something.”

“The people of Kunxu charge forward when paid.”

“Give them work, and they’ll fight to the death.”

“Show them profit, and they’ll trust you completely—even stake their entire fortunes.”

“So tell me—who’s truly at fault? The people of Kunxu… or those who twisted their path?”

Fu Xian Tian answered calmly, “Weakness is fault. To be weak is to change, to seek your own way—that is the natural law of Kunxu.”

At that very moment, Bai Zhenzhen, gripping the Qingtian Sword, slashed upward toward the heavens.

Fu Xiantian, his form now barely more than a blur, let out a cold snort. “Just like this—when you’re weak, you can only lose, only flee. Don’t you understand yet?”

As sword qi clashed with the firmament, Bai Zhenzhen plummeted downward, her body drenched in blood.

But as if some hidden switch had been flipped, Xinghuo Zhenjun soon soared skyward as well, charging straight at the heavens.

Tiansha Zhenjun cried out, “Go, Miaoshou! We can’t let Zhang Yu lose—if he falls, who’ll repay our debts?!”

Chang Buxiu activated the Taixu Yuncang and shouted, “Everyone! We cannot let Zhu Yi Zhenjun be defeated!”

“I want to live!”

“I want to keep making money!”

Inside the Zhou Tian Yinhe Formation, on the other side—

“Damn it… You think only you know how to self-detonate?” Ci Ji Shenjun cursed. “Friends, whether we lose everything or not hinges on this one move! Let’s blow ourselves up with him!”

As he spoke, Tianri Huangshen surged upward first, crashing into the heavens like a blazing sun, erupting with unbearable radiance.

Nie Lian Shenjun gave a bitter smile and silently guided his magical treasures skyward.

Meanwhile, countless red dots began appearing across the earth.

Watching those crimson specks—like flickering flames—Fu Xiantian paused in surprise, then realized they were innumerable fists, Zhu Yi flames, and bursts of fire, all surging toward the sky.

And many more red dots remained upon the ground. A quick glance revealed vast numbers of yaoyi frantically breeding, producing demon beasts, then desperately refining the grand formation once more.

“For Zhu Yi Zhenjun—everyone, breed like your lives depend on it!”

Reflecting on how these people had first been showered with Zhang Yu’s wealth, then lent even more by him, and now charged together for his victory, Fu Xiantian couldn’t help but murmur in quiet awe: “Not a hundred billion, nor two hundred billion—you’ve mobilized at least three hundred billion spirit coins against me.”

“Zhang Yu… you truly deserve Master’s regard.”

“Fu Xiantian!” With divine power shattering around him, Zhang Yu thrust himself once more toward the heavens and roared, “Do you see it? This is everyone’s resolve—to live!”

“To oppose you is the choice of the entire world, of all under heaven, of every living being.”

Fu Xiantian replied coldly, “So what? You’ll collapse soon enough.”

Amid the ceaseless onslaught, the descent of the heavens slowed slightly—but soon many cultivators faltered, tumbling back toward the earth, and the firmament’s fall accelerated once again.

Fu Xiantian said calmly, “This is Kunxu—where the strongest decide everything. The rest… even if united, are meaningless.”

“Today, I shall exterminate all life and forge a new world.”

In the violent tremors, the rising red sparks and embers fell like meteors, crashing back down to earth one by one.

Now, Fu Xiantian stood as the mightiest in this realm, wielding irresistible force to blast aside all who dared obstruct him.

“It’s finally over…”

Just as Fu Xiantian sighed inwardly, a rift a thousand miles long suddenly split open across the sky.

Watching this, Zhang Yu let out a soft sigh. “It’s finally here.”

Fu Xiantian’s heart jolted. Staring at the celestial fissure, he asked, “You summoned the Heavenly Court?”

Zhang Yu replied, “Not me—the hundred billion spirit coins.”

Fu Xiantian instantly understood. Infused with a hundred billion spirit coins, the divine network had boiled over, surging wildly—like a lighthouse set ablaze in utter darkness, illuminating the path ahead with boundless radiance… hastening the Heavenly Court’s search and arrival, drawing those greedy deities as swiftly as filth attracts flies.

In the next instant, the sky tore cleanly in two—and a pair of eyes, spanning thousands of miles, gazed through from beyond.

The Heavenly Court had arrived!

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