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Chapter 457: Wang Zong
A violent tremor surged through the Ling Realm. Every student and teacher present felt an overwhelming pressure radiating from within the Artifact Spirit’s core. At the same time, the Artifact Spirit’s voice resonated in layers upon layers—hundreds, even thousands—echoing through their ears, minds, and souls like a boulder dropped into a still pond, sending ripples across the depths of their consciousness.
“Why rejoice in life? Why fear death?”
“Burn away the remnant body, rebirth through reincarnation.”
“Today, I sever the path to immortality—transform into a free dragon among the clouds…”
The Artifact Spirit murmured, its voice a haunting whisper:
“You toil endlessly in this world, scraping for scraps of favor from the gods’ fingertips. Centuries of cultivation, only to end as a faint remnant of spirit—joy and sorrow, all reduced to dust.”
“Everything you do today is merely feeding the gods.”
"Why not abandon this life early, return to reincarnation, and begin anew?"
“Rebirth into a better lineage—doesn’t that surpass a hundred years of struggle?”
Just then, a cold, sharp voice cut through the air—Ciji Zhenjun.
The Jiutian Yuanyang Tower materialized within the Ling Realm, instantly suppressing all information flow and silencing the Artifact Spirit’s influence.
A soft ting echoed through the realm. Students who had been entranced by the Artifact Spirit’s words snapped back to awareness, blinking as if waking from a dream.
Yan Qianji stared at the Artifact Spirit in disbelief. Even after being suppressed by the teachers, it still has this kind of hypnotic power?
Then his eyes lit up. No wonder—this is a Spirit crafted by the Hua Shen God. If we can crack it, we’ll gain breakthroughs in Hehuan University’s Artifact Spirit technology over the past decades.
Meanwhile, Ye Xingli’s mind raced through the fragments of the Artifact Spirit’s words. This… is…
Before she could finish her thought, Ciji Zhenjun’s voice rang out across the Ling Realm, piercing every mind:
“This entity used the forbidden arts of the Yuhua Demon Sect. All its words are twisted heresies.”
“The Artifact Spirit itself has been corrupted beyond repair—it is utterly mad. Do not be swayed.”
As he spoke, the Jiutian Yuanyang Tower blazed with radiant light, completely sealing off the Artifact Spirit’s whispering voice.
Simultaneously, the surface of the statue formed by the Artifact Spirit began to glow with intricate, ever-shifting patterns—complex runes dancing like spells in constant flux, revealing endless detail.
Ciji Zhenjun commanded:
“This Artifact Spirit has sealed itself off, relying on internal barriers for protection. We’ll break them together—follow me!”
In an instant, Ciji Zhenjun reached out and seized the air. Dozens of glowing runes erupted from within the Artifact Spirit’s core, shooting toward the students and teachers like a storm of light.
Zhang Pianpian watched the runes fly toward her and immediately began disassembling them with precision.
Yan Qianji glanced over and said, “Your spellcraft is impressive. You’re clearly experienced with Artifact Spirits.”
Zhang Pianpian replied calmly, “Spells were originally just a way to channel Divine Power. With the rise of the Divine Power Network, they evolved into the standard method across Ling Realm societies—now even embedded in Artifact Spirit technology. It’s only natural our department excels in this area.”
“Your own spellcraft is strong too—far beyond that of an Alchemy novice.”
Yan Qianji laughed heartily. “If Alchemists don’t study spells, the Spirit Artifacts they create lack even basic intelligence. How could they possibly meet market demands?”
At that moment, the rate of spell changes accelerated a hundredfold. Every face in the room hardened with focus.
…
In the office, Director Gao smiled at Zhang Yu.
“You’re quite the prodigy. I thought you’d need days to absorb the Kunyuan Decree, then study the Civil Engineering Seven Supreme Grand Outline before finally achieving Seven-Style Unity and unlocking the mysteries of the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power.”
“Yet you’ve mastered it all in a single night.”
Zhang Yu blinked, surprised. “There’s a Grand Outline for the Civil Engineering Seven Supreme?”
Director Gao sighed. “Of course. Do you think everyone has your talent? To fuse all Seven Styles into one and cultivate such an ancient Martial Art?”
“And your mastery of the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power… doesn’t it feel incomplete?”
“The Seven Supreme Comprehensive Outline doesn’t just explain the unity of the Seven Styles. Its most vital part is the accumulated wisdom of past masters—detailed applications of the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power.”
Zhang Yu’s eyes widened slightly. He recalled how, after pushing the Kunyuan Decree to Level 5 the previous night, he’d felt the Seven Styles seamlessly connecting.
Could it be… that reaching Level 20 in all six other styles unlocked the Foundation Establishment Stage limit? That’s when everything clicked into place?
As he pondered, Director Gao continued:
“Now that you’ve mastered all Seven Styles, I’ve already applied for access to the Grand Outline. It’s yours.”
“Even though you’ve achieved unity and cultivated the Divine Power, the Outline contains many critical details you must study carefully.”
“Especially the ‘Zhenxing Ten Aspects’—a set of application techniques, not a true technique, but they’ll greatly enhance your mastery of the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power. Study them deeply.”
For over two hours, Director Gao guided Zhang Yu through the Outline’s intricacies, explaining each key point in detail before finally allowing him to leave.
Before he went, Director Gao added:
“One last thing before you go.”
“Now that you’ve mastered a Military-Grade Technique, you’ll be able to take on projects you couldn’t before.”
“I’ll help you secure them. Your income will rise significantly.”
“But remember—don’t squander it. Avoid reckless investments. Ping Han is a cautionary tale.”
After listening, Zhang Yu walked away, reviewing the Seven Supreme Comprehensive Outline in his mind.
Seven Styles united, used in harmony—only then can one summon the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power.
The average level of the Seven Styles determines the power level of the Divine Power.
Based on my current levels in Civil Engineering Seven Supreme, my manifested power is likely 17th or 18th tier.
He glanced at the application techniques.
Zhenxing Ten Aspects… Shame it’s just technique, not a true method.
Guess I’ll have to practice it casually while working on construction sites.
Suddenly, Zhang Yu paused. I forgot to ask about the Spirit Armor.
He quickly sent a message:
High Teacher, can I apply to purchase the blueprints for the remaining four Seven Supreme Spirit Armors?
Director Gao: Procedures still need to be followed.
Director Gao: But since you’ve mastered Civil Engineering Seven Supreme, I’ll arrange the remaining four Civil Engineering Trials as soon as possible.
Director Gao: Each successful trial unlocks eligibility for one more Spirit Armor.
…
At Youming University’s Tanning Factory, Ye Lingshao channeled his Martial Energy, guiding his Equipment to refine the “human skin” before him.
But he knew the factory wasn’t using real human skin—just cheap imitations, fraudulently used to mass-produce Daoist Spirit Artifacts.
He didn’t plan to report it. Without corruption, reporting might be fine. But this was clearly a cover-up.
Then, a message flashed in his Eye Armor. His heart leapt.
Zhang Yu surrendered first in the Civil Engineering Competition—lost?
It was from a friend at Wanfa University. Reliable. He trusted it.
Wang Zong must be thrilled to hear this.
Ye Lingshao sent the news—expecting joy. But Wang Yin’s reply came back cold:
Why should I be happy?
Ye Lingshao: Zhang Yu lost.
Wang Yin: So what? Why should I care that Zhang Yu lost? Only when he wins does my loss carry true weight.
Wang Yin: The more he wins, the more he fuels my Dao Heart, pushing my cultivation forward.
Ye Lingshao felt a surge of respect. This kind of Dao Heart… truly unshakable.
He also felt a flicker of shame—his own momentary joy now seemed petty.
Wang Yin: And why do you need to tell me about Zhang Yu?
Wang Yin: I can see his moments myself.
Ye Lingshao was stunned. Then Wang Yin added:
Your information is outdated.
Zhang Yu has already mastered the Military-Grade Martial Art—Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power.
Ye Lingshao stared at the screenshot Wang Yin sent.
There was Zhang Yu, hanging upside down in the sky, proclaiming his mastery of the Divine Power.
His breath caught.
The boy he once looked down on from the First Layer—now a figure he could only gaze up at in awe, possibly forever out of reach.
Wang Yin: Never judge my Dao Heart by your own level.
Wang Yin: Don’t bother me with Zhang Yu’s failures.
Wang Yin: Only send me his victories.
Watching the reply, Ye Lingshao could only marvel at Wang Zong’s profound Dao Heart.
Zhang Yu… Wang Zong…
He looked at Zhang Yu’s achievements, Wang Zong’s response—and remembered his own fleeting, childish joy.
He felt like a fool.
I need to raise my own spiritual realm.
Otherwise, the gap will only widen.
With renewed resolve, he prepared to re-add Zhang Yu as a friend.
But then he recalled how Zhang Yu had once added him, hoping to use him to contact Wang Zong—only for Ye Lingshao to block him.
Now he hesitated, wondering how to apologize.
Just then, his Eye Armor flashed with a notification:
Your work efficiency has dropped by over five minutes. Focus. Concentrate.
Ye Lingshao snapped back to reality, instantly dismissing all distractions.
Right now, I should just focus on my work.
And keep working—hard.
(End of Chapter)
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