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Chapter 456: Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power
January 1st.
Wanfa University City, Basement Level 19.
Lin Director stared expressionlessly at Zhang Yu before him, his voice calm and detached.
"In three hours, you must complete the tunnel as shown on the blueprint. If you do, I’ll consider you passed this test."
Zhang Yu gave a slight nod and stepped toward the cavern entrance. In an instant, with a shift of his palm, streams of mud and sand began peeling away from the rock face on their own.
Within moments, the tunnel ahead visibly deepened, advancing at a speed barely perceptible to the eye.
At the same time, Zhang Yu’s left palm shifted again, lifting sharply upward.
From beneath the earth, metallic powder surged upward like a storm, coalescing into a lattice of makeshift metal supports. Combined with the restructured cave walls, they stabilized the inner space.
Zhang Yu continued, one palm strike after another, driving forward into the earth. Each strike pushed him deeper, confronting the trembling ground, the thunderous rumbling, the endless darkness.
Traversing the underground for so long was like moving through an abyss—bottomless, directionless, suffocating. It was enough to stir frustration, doubt, even fear.
But Zhang Yu pressed on in silence, striking, suppressing the terrain.
Compared to the trials he’d endured, this tunnel excavation was nothing.
Two hours passed.
Then, with a sudden explosion of rock, a cascade of starlight pierced through from the night sky above, illuminating the path ahead.
Zhang Yu stepped out of the long, dark tunnel, his gaze lifting to the stars twinkling across the heavens. A wave of emotion surged through him—unexpected, profound.
It was as if, after enduring endless darkness, he had finally glimpsed a rare ray of light, a promise of a brighter future.
He exhaled deeply, a long, slow breath.
"Finally... done."
Now that he had mastered the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, he was no longer just a student. In Wanfa University, he had truly ascended. He had earned a real chance—just a sliver, but still—of stepping onto the path of a true sect.
Moments later, Lin Director emerged from the tunnel and nodded once.
"Passed."
"The electronic version and usage rights of the Seventh Supreme have been sent to you."
With that, Lin Director vanished in a flash.
Zhang Yu immediately opened the file. Without delay, he began cultivating the technique—Kunyuan Decree, the final and most powerful of the Civil Engineering Seven Supreme.
As the ultimate technique in the field, Kunyuan Decree allowed temporary compression of matter density. By channeling his Gang Qi, he could subject all matter within a hundred meters to extreme pressure.
But it was also the most complex and difficult to cultivate among the Seven Supreme.
After mastering it, Zhang Yu felt a subtle transformation in his Gang Qi—a sudden expansion followed by a sharp contraction, forming a high-density domain around him.
Still, he didn’t rush to begin practicing Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power. Instead, he continued refining Kunyuan Decree, deeply absorbing its principles.
Hours passed.
By dawn, as the first light of day crept across the sky, Zhang Yu knew it was time.
Just then, a message appeared in his Eye Armor.
Jiao Lei Immortal: Zhang Yu, why didn’t you attend class? What happened?
Zhang Yu blinked.
Damn. I got so caught up in cultivation, I forgot to excuse myself.
Zhang Yu: Teacher, I didn’t skip class. I just forgot to request leave.
Jiao Lei Immortal: Working late?
Zhang Yu: I was cultivating our department’s Military-Grade Martial Art, Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power. I was so deep in it, I was on the verge of mastery—had to take a day off.
Zhang Yu: Please explain to the course instructor and the class, okay? I don’t want people thinking I just skipped class for fun.
Reading Zhang Yu’s message, Jiao Lei Immortal muttered under his breath, “This kid… wants me to play PR for him?”
Zhang Yu closed the chat window, refocusing entirely on the Civil Engineering Seven Supreme.
One by one, the techniques—Xuanhuang Zhenyue Seal, Da Huan Yishan Jin, Yutu Shengbian, Dragon Vein Sensing Chapter, Zhi Di Cheng Gang, Nian Tu Cheng Jin, and Kunyuan Decree—flashed through his mind.
Each technique ignited within his body in turn.
In an instant, understanding struck like lightning. A sudden, profound clarity unfolded—everything clicked into place.
The ground around Zhang Yu trembled violently.
Streams of mud and sand, defying gravity, began drifting upward in slow, ethereal tendrils.
His clothes, released from the pull of gravity, floated upward, one by one.
His hair rose, swaying like seaweed in deep water.
One hour…
Two hours…
Three hours…
Then, Zhang Yu’s eyes snapped open—piercing, sharp, alight with sudden brilliance.
With a sudden surge, he shot upward into the sky, soaring higher and higher, vanishing into the clouds.
Now, Zhang Yu hovered like a fish in midair, carving elegant arcs through the atmosphere—gliding through the invisible currents of air as if born of them.
Finally, head-down, feet-up, arms outstretched, he hung suspended, as if ready to embrace the earth below, or lift it with his bare hands.
Then, with a final palm shift, he froze mid-air.
Below him—endless, boundless earth.
A look of deep wonder filled his face.
"Finally… mastered."
A soft click echoed in his Eye Armor.
Zhang Yu snapped a photo of the moment.
This was too good to keep quiet.
With him hanging upside down in the sky, gazing down at the world, he posted it to Moments:
> This is what it feels like to master the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power.
Mo Ejin: Congratulations!
Tu Lishan: Great shot—send me the original.
Director Gao: [Flower][Flower][Flower]
Yu Xinghan: Next time, take me up with you!
Le Mulan: Amazing! Teacher Yin wants to see you again.
Su Yanyang: Bro! Legendary! Now the competition’s all on you!
Ye Xingli: [3Lingbi] Congratulations! I’ll add you to our Wanfa Military Group—only those with Military-Grade Power can join.
Gong Shuijin: [1Lingbi] Senior Brother, let’s battle again next year!
Ying Xin: Congratulations! Senior Brother! I’ve got a new batch of goods—after school, I’ll bring them to you!
Zhao Tianxing: [Excited]
Scrolling through the messages, Zhang Yu suddenly received a call request from Bai Zhenzhen.
A projection flickered into existence.
Zhang Yu and Bai Zhenzhen now hung upside down together, suspended in the sky like two stars.
"Yu-zi! You did it!"
—
Tianjian University.
Bai Zhenzhen smiled at the other end, her long hair whipping through the air, sending waves of sword light spiraling outward in all directions.
In an instant, the ground erupted—cracks hundreds of meters long split open across the field.
The sky, unobstructed, split open as sword beams pierced through the clouds, carving deep fissures in the heavens.
Four students were forced back, their Spirit Armors cracking under the pressure, barely holding on.
One cried out in desperation:
"Senior Sister! Senior Sister!"
Another shouted:
"Senior Sister! Watch out! You’re going to kill someone!"
Wen Wuya unleashed a blade of light, a silver dragon twisting through the air, intercepting Bai Zhenzhen’s attacks.
"Zhenzhen, focus! Your sword intent is tied to emotion—any distraction, and you’ll lose control!"
Bai Zhenzhen waved her hand, giving a quick "I’m fine" gesture.
The sword light gradually subsided.
One student, barely able to stand, turned to Wen Wuya.
"Senior Brother… why did Senior Sister’s sword style suddenly become so fierce?"
Wen Wuya replied calmly:
"Military-Grade Techniques—they don’t follow logic. They defy reason."
"Zhenzhen’s Seven Emotions Sword Dao is especially extreme.
One sword, seven emotions. All emotions extinguished.
Every shift in emotion can amplify her power—enough to influence matter through spirit."
"Right now, she was clearly overjoyed. That’s why Extreme Bliss Slash struck with such force."
The student frowned.
"Is she… talking to that First Layer friend again? She’s always so happy when she calls him. If she brings him to the Top Ten League, wouldn’t that boost her combat power?"
Wen Wuya’s expression remained cool.
"Emotions aren’t so simple. Sometimes, days spent together bring no real feeling. But a rare meeting—just once—can ignite a storm."
"And if she’s always happy… how can she summon the other sword styles?"
—
Shortly after ending the call, Zhang Yu received a message from his sister.
Zhang Pianpian: Mastering a Military-Grade Technique in under three years? That’s too flashy.
Zhang Yu: Can’t help it—just kept moving forward.
Zhang Pianpian: Still, congratulations. You’ve come far.
Zhang Pianpian: The world’s changing fast. You’ll be representing the school in competition—be careful.
Zhang Pianpian: This path isn’t easy. Stay cautious.
Zhang Pianpian: If you need help, reach out anytime.
Zhang Yu: Understood. You too—stay safe.
Zhang Yu: Safety first.
Zhang Pianpian stared at her brother’s message, a faint, barely visible smile tugging at her lips.
Beside her, Yan Qianji smirked.
"Hey, you actually smiled? Did your stocks go up?"
Zhang Pianpian glanced at him, cool and composed.
"None of your business."
"Let’s get back to work."
In the Ling Realm, Zhang Pianpian stood among countless students from the Alchemy Department and Spellcraft Department, surrounding a colossal statue—the physical manifestation of Qiongjiang God’s High-Intelligence Artificial Spirit.
They had come to assist Ciji Zhenjun in breaking the seal on a mysterious Artifact Spirit.
But then—without warning—the statue’s surface rippled.
Eyes formed, one after another, glowing with an indistinct, genderless presence.
A voice echoed through the realm.
"…You really want to work, don’t you?"
"…You never want a weekend off?"
Ciji Zhenjun snorted.
"That Artifact Spirit is mad. Don’t let it manipulate you."
"Keep working. Three more days of overtime—double pay, then triple. It’ll crack."
The voice returned, soft, mocking:
"Foolish. It’s not me who’s been corrupted. It’s you."
(End of Chapter)
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