Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 316 The Century Limit!

This world is just too oppressive.

Standing on the earthen slope, Fang Can adjusted his breathing and felt the rise and fall of his body.

At this moment, after being exploited by Liu Qingmeng for many days, his strength has increased significantly.

Although he was only at the first level of cultivation, his power had already reached the limit of surpassing the third level.

But at this moment, on this planet enveloped by the Six Revolutions Law, only the power of the peak of the eighth level of the Profound Gate has been weakened by millions of times.

And lifespan...

Fang Can felt that his destiny star was shining brighter than ever before.

This does not mean that his life was prolonged.

On the contrary, the original lifespan of two hundred years was suppressed to one hundred years, and the life candle burned at twice the speed, fully releasing the potential of the physical body.

"This world is both a golden age for martial arts and an unprecedented end to martial arts," Fang Can concluded.

It is said to be the end of martial arts because on this planet, there is a sixth-level mental suppression.

Even someone like Liu Qingmeng, at the peak of the fourth level, could only unleash the power of the ninth level of the Profound Gate.

This is said to be the golden age of martial arts.

This is because everyone's lifespan is limited to one hundred years by the Six Revolutions of the Heart, so everyone's talents will be fully released before the one hundred-year limit arrives.

Even a sixth-level True Monarch cannot weaken something out of thin air.

Simply put, it's about a 99-year-old man who breaks through from the third to the fourth stage of cultivation, theoretically extending his lifespan by 500 years.

However, the Six Transformations of the Heart stipulate that everyone dies at the age of one hundred.

Then this 500-year lifespan will be forcibly suppressed, rather than reduced.

Therefore, in the remaining year of this old man's life, his talent will increase 500 times from its original level.

He used his unparalleled talent to make up for the 500 years of lost lifespan.

The closer one gets to death, the more terrifying the consequences of breaking through the lifespan suppression become.

If they only have half a day, an hour, or an incense stick's worth of life left, their talent will unleash unprecedented power.

If he breaks through to the fourth stage of cultivation the day before his centenary, his lost lifespan will be made up for by 18 times his natural talent within a single day.

It's like the twenty-seven major life limits in the legend of the emperor.

In this world, the average lifespan is limited to one hundred years. Due to the suppression of lifespan, every generation produces extraordinary talents who then fall like shooting stars within a hundred years.

'This is truly a martial arts world cursed by the will of a sixth-stage being.'

Fang Can gently shook his head, gazed into the distance, found a direction, and lightly stomped his feet on the ground.

As the large crater suddenly burst open on the earthen slope, his body had already disappeared from the spot.

……

Kill it—kill it—

In the distance, shouts of battle shook the heavens.

The sound of metal clashing against metal echoed through the sky, and the blood-red light of blades splashed like rain in the mountain valley.

The faces of the hundreds of women wielding knives were contorted with rage as they fought with all their might. Their scarlet beards fluttered in the strong wind as they forced the dozen or so swordsmen in green robes into a desperate situation.

"Hahaha, sisters, these righteous sects, keep the men to be used as female furnaces, and kill all the women."

A bold female voice came from the mouth of a female bandit whose right eye was covered by a black cloth, and the back of the knife reflected her ferocious smile: "Later, we'll strip her clothes off and hang her on the flagpole, so the sisters can have a taste one by one!"

"That's right, that's right! Our Holy Sect is unparalleled in the world! How can these scheming and despicable people possibly stand against us!"

"You demonic thieves! With the six major sects besieging Cloud Peak, your demonic path is doomed!" A delicate, high-pitched male voice rang out from the midst of the battle.

"Hahaha, I love a respectable but weak man like you, sister." A burly woman with a bandit-like appearance licked her lips and laughed, "Let's have our fun today, but don't let us sisters make you unable to get out of bed tonight."

"Despicable! Vulgar! Shameless!" the man who spoke shouted indignantly after being so insulted.

"Slurp, I'll show you what I'm made of once we're in bed!"

Cold sweat poured down Ji Xinyu's forehead as she watched the surrounding demonic sect members encircle and kill her, sparks flying as their blades clashed.

As a small sect that was besieging the Demonic Sect's Cloud Peak by the six major sects, they had not yet joined the main force of the righteous path, but were ambushed and killed by the demonic path at the foot of the mountain.

Although she had reached the ninth level of the Xuan Guan realm at a young age, she was still overwhelmed when facing an enemy force several times larger than her own.

After killing several female thieves from the demonic sect, he had almost no strength left.

Currently outnumbered, more and more fellow disciples are falling victim to the encirclement and attack of these demonic sects.

If no other faction discovers and rescues them, it's likely that, as those people say, all the women will be killed and the men will be used as female cauldrons.

Ji Xinyu watched helplessly as her fellow disciples were hacked down one by one, their blood staining the ground red.

In less than a few dozen breaths, the outcome was already decided; the defeat of their dozen or so members was now a foregone conclusion.

In the blink of an eye, a female member of a demonic sect, wielding a large knife, gradually enlarged before her eyes.

At this moment, the sense of impending death was amplified to the extreme, and Ji Xinyu felt as if time had stopped before her eyes.

Before her was a large blade that was slowly widening and slicing down her jade-like neck; in the next instant, her fine head would probably fly into the sky.

"It's so bitter..." Ji Xinyu thought to herself, when a figure blocked her way.

"Clang!" A metallic clang exploded in my ears.

A jade-like hand gripped the steel knife without any harshness, then easily crushed it into powder.

The sudden appearance of this figure silenced the noisy scene.

Everyone looked in the direction of the explosion and saw a handsome young man standing in front of them.

"Gudong..."

The sound of swallowing filled the air, and everyone present instinctively stopped what they were doing, staring intently at the boy walking towards them from a distance.

Even Shi Yuexing felt a moment of dizziness.

As the captain of the Xuanwu Banner, he has been with at least eighty or a hundred men over the years, but he has never seen a young man with such a handsome appearance and figure.

This teenager with rosy lips and white teeth is even more beautiful than the most famous courtesans in the Red Chamber across the Taiwan Strait.

With just one glance, she felt a tightness in her chest; she would be willing to shorten her lifespan by ten years even if it meant being crushed by him once.

"Thank you for saving us, young hero, but please leave us and get out of here quickly."

Ji Xinyu blushed and, looking at the boy's appearance, said urgently, "They outnumber us! Quickly go and inform the other major sects, lest these lecherous thieves capture us..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shi Yuexing, with his one eye and lewd expression, shouted loudly:

"Sisters, let's capture this beauty. After I finish the first soup, everyone can have a share. Line up one by one."

"Boss is wise!"

"Always follow the leader!"

……

Seeing the lewd gazes around him, and feeling such malicious stares from the opposite sex for the first time, Fang Can gripped the hilt of the Purple Diamond Sword at his waist with some displeasure.

The next instant, everyone felt a blinding purple light flash before their eyes.

A bolt of purple lightning ripped through the sky, severing the necks of the three bandits who first pounced on the boy. Their heads flew into the air, and the gushing blood stained the earth crimson.

Amidst the gushing fountain of blood, a young man in white stood with his sword at his side, his robes billowing like flowing clouds chasing the moon.

(End of this chapter)