Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 307 Spatial Slash and Time Body

Once again, I returned to the original room, where the white jade around me shimmered with a cool, clear luster.

Fang Can leaned against the jade wall beside Liu Qingmeng, his mask reflecting a cold light.

He tapped rhythmically on the hilt of the purple-diamond sword at his waist with his knuckles, his tone leisurely and teasing.

The old man in black robes narrowed his cloudy eyes and said irritably, "It seems the two who left first didn't get away with it either."

Suddenly, the young man in brocade robes stepped between the old man and Fang Can, his moon-white robes fluttering even without wind: "Young Master Fang, how would you like to cooperate?"

"It's simple. I'll lead you to the safest spot down there, until we escape these countless matrices," Fang Can said confidently, standing beside Liu Qingmeng.

"If you have the ability, why should you lead us? Just state your demands." The black-robed elder from the Five Demon Sect said in an unfriendly tone.

"I can sense the level of danger in each door. Apart from the room we started in, every other room here is dangerous."

Fang Can explained, "Since that's the case, instead of foolishly trying to pass the test by myself, I'd rather guide you and let you go down and scout the way for me so we can get through this test first."

The boy made no attempt to conceal his intentions, but everyone knew that if he truly possessed this ability, they would be willing to explore the path.

"Take the room you just came back to, for example. If Senior Liu and I had gone in there together, it would have been more dangerous than any other room. But you only lost four third-stage cultivators and were able to come back. Can you tell me what was in that room?" Fang Can asked.

Fang Can finally understood what had just happened after the old man in black robes recounted the events.

If he and Liu Qingmeng had gone in and copied [Meizu Movie], the fighting scenes would have been terrifying. Anyone below the fourth rank would have been instantly killed in one move.

"After you entered that other room, did you feel your power being suppressed by the sixth-level restriction?" Fang Can asked.

"No, the level of suppression is the same as in this room," the woman in purple replied.

"It seems you're just hovering around the same layer of the matrix," Fang Can said calmly.

"What do you mean?" a martial artist asked.

“Each room here is ten meters square and they are interconnected in a matrix.”

As he spoke, Fang Can's mind coalesced into the shape of a multi-layered Rubik's Cube in his hand, for example:

"The arrangement of the rooms should be consistent with the shape of the Rubik's Cube in my hand, but I'm not sure how many rooms are in each row and column of this matrix."

“I’ve already tried the spaces of these six portals. They’re all upside down, inverted in all six directions. I just went through the portal on the left, but I ended up on the next level.”

How did you know it was the next floor?

One of the martial artists asked instinctively, "These cubes are indestructible and all the same size, making it impossible to tell where they are."

"It's the degree to which power is suppressed."

One of the fourth-level cultivators pondered, "As we enter from this main hall, the deeper we go, the closer we get to the ground below, and the more we are enveloped by sixth-level restrictions."

With his prompting, everyone recalled the inverted, exquisite pagoda-like design of the main hall's exterior.

"So the more our power is suppressed, the closer we are to the depths of the main hall and the closer we are to the next level."

Only then did they realize that the boy had previously determined that their powers had not changed and that they were hovering on the same level.

"So...a collaboration? I'll show you the way, and you can take turns scouting." Fang Can asked with a smile.

The four-turners on site exchanged glances and nodded obediently without any objection.

After all, if this ability were real, they wouldn't agree to Fang Can taking the risk.

The deal was struck, and Fang Can smiled behind his mask: "Let's go. Since we were able to come back, it means that each portal leads to a fixed place. Come with me to the next level; the problem there has been solved."

As Fang Can spoke, he walked towards the portal on the left. Behind him, many fourth-tier and third-tier students hesitated for a moment before following him toward the portal.

As the space shifted, everyone immediately felt the power within their bodies being suppressed once again.

The mind of the fourth stage retreats to the third stage, and the third stage is only at the level of the first stage. Obviously, they are a little closer to the ground, and they are on the right path.

Having grown accustomed to the suppression of power, the crowd turned their gaze to a handful of ashes not far away, whose death was identical to that of Xiang Hongtu.

"So, who's going to scout ahead first?"

Fang Can pointed to the teleportation array that shimmered with light at the top of the dome: "I can sense that this is the path to the lower level, but it requires at least three fourth-level cultivators to stabilize it."

Following Fang Can's direction, the fourth-ranked players hesitated, unsure of who should lead the way.

Just then, everyone felt as if the ice in their bodies was thawing in spring, and the shackles were gradually dissipating.

The previously suppressed power is now gradually recovering, and within a short time it has returned to the level of the previous level.

"The spatial orientation has changed." The boy's expression shifted as he said, "The location of our room has changed; it has moved to an upper level."

"It's not just the space... the location that each portal leads to has changed, and that's probably the pattern of this level."

Fang Can sensed the different dangers behind each teleportation portal and said:
“We will probably move up one level every now and then. If we don’t increase the speed of moving down to the next level, we may never reach the bottom.”

"The portal to the lower level is now on the right, and the difficulty has been changed to a death sentence for anyone below the fourth job advancement." Fang Can asked, "Haven't you decided who will go yet?"

"I'll do it," the boy-like fourth-turner volunteered, and then disappeared into the teleportation portal under everyone's gaze.

The moment the boy stepped into the new room, invisible ripples suddenly spread from the void, and countless spatial cracks appeared like a spider web.

In this ten-meter square secret chamber, tens of thousands of transparent blades bloomed from nothingness, weaving a net that stretched from heaven to earth.

Transparent cracks appeared interwoven in space, then suddenly contracted.

'Spatial Slash?'

The boy's pupils contracted sharply, and he felt a desire to retreat.

Although he believed his physical toughness was unparalleled, he had never tried this kind of spatial slash before.

Fragments of brocade fluttered like butterflies, the boy's figure transforming into a streak of light and afterimages. His movements, several times the speed of sound, created air bursts in the confined space as he desperately avoided the deadly dangers lurking around him.

But in this confined space, the strikes were both fast and dense.

Even with all his efforts to maneuver, he couldn't avoid it; he could only try to avoid vital points, watching helplessly as the spatial slash easily tore open his brocade sleeves.

Clang——

A clear sound rang out, and the all-encompassing spatial slash struck the boy's body with a buzzing sound.

Then, one spatial slash after another was constantly tearing apart the boy's body, but it produced a buzzing sound like metal clashing.

Although the clothes kept tearing, the boy's body remained completely unharmed.

The whole process lasted for several breaths. The boy, who had withstood tens of thousands of blows without even leaving a white mark, slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that even the Spatial Slash cannot cut through his body, which is frozen in time.

(End of this chapter)