Foundation Against Heaven

The four words "cultivation for all" landed, and the secret chamber stayed silent for a full ten breaths.

Yang Wudi was the first to come back to himself. He scrubbed his rough big hand over his face, as if trying to rub away all the messy thoughts in his head.

"Fine." His voice was a little hoarse. "Tell us how we do it."

Zhou Xuan wasted no words.

He turned and tapped the light screen of the Geomantic Map. The densely packed marked points on the image all vanished, replaced by thirty-six golden circles scattered evenly across the maps of the Northern Lands and the Western Desolate Region.

"Supreme One Vow Power Academy."

Zhou Xuan's finger moved across those golden markers one by one.

"Thirty-six in total. Twenty-four in the Northern Lands, twelve in the Western Desolate Region. We won't look at Spirit Roots, won't examine meridians. We judge only will."

"Academy?"

Yang Wudi froze for a moment. The killing aura on his face instantly turned into blank confusion.

He had spent his whole life fighting. He had heard of Sects, aristocratic clans, military camps, mining pits. But the word academy—this was truly the first time he had heard it pop out of a cultivator's mouth.

"You want to teach mortals to read?"

"Teach them to survive."

Zhou Xuan corrected him.

Old Mystic finally found a blank Jade Slip. His hands shook as if he were having a seizure, carving records while muttering, "Thirty-six... thirty-six... how many Spirit Stones will that take?"

No one paid him any attention.

Zhou Xuan's finger stopped on a dark-red region of the Geomantic Map.

That place had once been the Extreme Strength Sect's sphere of influence, and it had also been the place where the lower-level mortals of the Northern Lands had been squeezed