Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 325 A Century Passes in an Instant [6200 words achieved today, requesting monthly votes at the beginning of tomorrow]

Upon hearing the words of the Layman of Desire to Cut Off the Roots, the righteous path immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Yes, with the lifespan limited to a hundred years, what difference would it make if Dongfang Wuji didn't die?

Because of the world's century-long lifespan, almost everyone calculates their own lifespan.

After all, no matter how long you live, you can't live past the age of 100.

Because they could calculate lifespan, they naturally had an estimate of Dongfang Wuji's lifespan.

Since leaving behind the legend of breaking through 2,600 armors in one breath more than a decade ago, there has been no legend of Dongfang Wuji in the martial arts world, not even a rumor.

They had estimated the lifespan of the Demonic Cult Leader; he only had about ten years left to live. If he were alive, it would be impossible for him to have remained silent for so many years.

After suppressing their anger for more than a decade, and roughly estimating that Dongfang Wuji's time was coming to an end, they prepared to besiege Bright Peak.

Seeing the demonic cult leader in front of them who was unable to take care of himself, the righteous side immediately felt relieved.

Although the sect leaders present were all over sixty or seventy years old.

But thanks to their vital energy, they could easily maintain their appearance before death, each one of them being both beautiful and alluring.

The current Dongfang Wuji can't even maintain his appearance and already looks like he's about to die. How much of his former strength does he have left?

Facing the gaze of those on the righteous path, Yang Xiao coldly explained:

"The Eastern Cult Master's skill is profound. Although his lifespan is approaching, he has successfully comprehended the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth to the highest level of the seventh level. He has now entered the half-step immortal realm where no move is better than any move."

"Now, although my lifespan is nearing its end and my mind is scattered, I am only awake for about an incense stick's time each day."

"But dealing with you hypocrites is more than enough!"

"A half-step immortal?" Upon hearing this, Zhengdao was taken aback.

But the next moment, He Chong leaped high into the air, transforming into flames and charging towards Dongfang Wuji.

"He doesn't even bother to think before he speaks. An immortal is an immortal, there's no such thing as half a step. Let's talk about it after he passes the hundred-year limit."

As he spoke, his body transformed into a five-meter-tall figure of fire, and his right arm slammed down.

As the atmosphere exploded violently, a fiery fist at tens of thousands of degrees slammed towards the top of Dongfang Wuji's head.

Several masters of the Demonic Cult had already retreated, leaving only Dongfang Wuji sitting blankly in his wheelchair.

This punch was like a meteor descending to earth, with a strong gale sweeping across the ground and pressing a fist imprint several meters long into the earth.

But the wheelchair that Dongfang Wuji was riding in remained perfectly still, like a small boat ferrying people across the world.

boom!
A buzzing sound, like metal clashing, rang out.

He Chong felt his right fist slam into the black iron, and he was jolted backward.

But as he retreated, he felt a murderous intent emanating from within three zhang of him.

Unconsciously, a chill emanated from He Chong's body, and she stared in astonishment at her Flame Demon God Body.

On her five-meter-tall, fiery body, she was engulfed by more than a dozen slashes, including those from knives, axes, fists, feet, and fingers.

In an instant, her body was cut into several pieces.

Her body was covered in all sorts of wounds: severed at the waist, decapitated, hands broken, chest exploded, and her several-meter-tall body burst open in an instant.

The largest piece of flesh condensed into a human shape in mid-air and retreated, its face deathly pale.

In just one move, she was instantly defeated, and her mental energy was greatly depleted. If this happened again, she would not be able to maintain her elemental transformation.

Meanwhile, a muffled groan was heard from the side, and blood splattered in the void.

The Hermit of Desire to Severance, who had intended to launch a sneak attack, withdrew from his stealth form.

Clutching his right arm, which had been torn open and was bleeding profusely, he exclaimed in disbelief, "What kind of sorcery is this?!"

Yes, in the eyes of the righteous path, this is simply sorcery.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Dongfang Wuji remained motionless in his wheelchair, oblivious to everything around him.

As a result, they were defeated in a single encounter.

“It’s the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth…” Zhang Yuanqiao of Wudang’s eyes dimmed, and she said solemnly, “I’m afraid he has truly comprehended the seventh level of the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth.”

"Sect Leader Zhang, what are the effects of the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth?" a righteous cultivator asked anxiously.

"The first two levels of the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth can shift one's mind and body, allowing the flow of vital energy to be continuous and the circulation of energy to be endless."

"On the third and fourth levels, one can shift the force and return the enemy's attack in the same way through the circulation of force."

"As for the fifth and sixth levels, one can shift one's imagination and achieve the state of having a sword in one's heart even without a sword in one's hand."

Xuanxu sighed softly and said, "Back then, when the imperial court besieged Dongfang Wuji, he was surrounded by a large army and was empty-handed, but afterwards, they found all kinds of wounds from swords, spears, halberds and so on on the corpses of those imperial guards."

"Clearly, back then, Dongfang Wuji was already capable of turning fantasy into reality."

"But even at the sixth level, it's absolutely impossible to achieve this level. Could it be that there really is a seventh level of mastery where no moves are needed to defeat all moves?"

As soon as the mysterious words were spoken, the demonic path was filled with excitement, but the righteous path was filled with fear.

The pinnacle of martial arts skills!

The true meaning of "no moves are better than moves"!
It's not the kind of "no-move" technique that requires you to make a move to counter your opponent's moves. Rather, it's the kind of "no-move" technique that kills the enemy without you even moving, standing still and invisible!

Despite being unconscious and unable to control his body, lying in a wheelchair, he easily repelled the enemy.

This is simply a myth!
Even a true immortal probably couldn't do that.

For a moment, everyone looked at the hunched figure in the wheelchair and seemed to see a colossal martial arts giant.

"Hahahaha! It seems you all know there's no way to turn the tide." Wei Yi laughed wildly, "But it's too late now. Don't even think about escaping."

The next moment, all the members of the Demonic Sect knelt down on one knee before Dongfang Wuji in his wheelchair and said:

"Welcome back to life, Master! May you help us to eradicate evil and defeat the righteous masters."

As he spoke, Dongfang Wuji's eyes gradually cleared from their cloudiness, and he murmured through his drooling mouth, "A master...where is there a master?"

As she spoke, when her mind was completely clear, her eyes, like those of an eagle, fixed upon the righteous people before her.

For a moment, everyone's heart clenched; it was a deathly illusion, as if they were being stared at by a vicious python.

At the same time, the leading grandmasters of the demonic sect also revealed malicious smiles as they looked at the eight grandmasters.

"Not good, the demonic forces are overwhelming! Everyone, join me in fighting them!" Xuanxu thought to himself, and a five-meter-tall phantom of Buddha appeared on his body.

But in the next moment, the Golden Lion King roared and quickly transformed into a giant beast with the body of a lion and the face of a human.

Surprisingly, it was no less large than Xuanxu and pounced on him.

The next moment, Yang Xiao coldly smiled as his body split into seven, his gaze locking onto He Chong and He Miao of the Kunlun Sect in the distance.

A black lightning bolt flashed past him, accompanied by a sinister laugh: "My strength is a bit lacking, so I'll take care of the weaklings below the Grandmaster level."

As he spoke, the White-browed Eagle King's right claw, poised to strike, hurtled towards Guan Weiliang of the Kongtong Sect.

For a time, soldiers faced soldiers against soldiers, kings against kings, with four Dharma Kings and one deputy envoy holding back five righteous masters.

As for the remaining three, they looked at Dongfang Wuji's cloudy eyes with cold sweat dripping down their backs.

In a three-against-one situation, they were under more pressure than the other five combined.

Time seemed to freeze for only a moment before the two sides clashed, unleashing an unprecedentedly fierce battle atop Bright Peak.

After the commotion appeared at the top, the people on the main path, which was originally halfway up the mountain, started rushing towards the summit with shouts.

……

At the same time, inside the Qiankun Qi Bag, Fang Can yawned softly, having just woken up.

'I've slept enough, it's time to go out.' Fang Can thought to himself, and gently extended his right fist forward.

Then I felt my hand touch an invisible and intangible wall.

'The internal space of the ritual vessel? How much power would it take to shatter it?'

Fang Can muttered to himself, "Without the ability to teleport, the only way to break through this space is by brute force."

After all, the internal space of these sacrificial artifacts is not as stable as that of the real world. Second-level spatial sacrificial artifacts can be forcibly blasted open by brute force if used by third or fourth-level sacrificial artifacts.

Although the power of martial artists in this world has been weakened, so have these sacrificial artifacts. Therefore, it is sufficient to demonstrate power beyond what the artifacts can withstand.

Feeling the power accumulating within his body, but because he was in complete darkness and there was no sunlight, his physical body was not amplified.

'Although there is no real sun, what about the sun in my heart?' Fang Can thought, as the enormous sun in his sea of ​​consciousness emitted dazzling light.

Before long, a faint light appeared on Fang Can's skin, illuminating the five-meter-circle space.

As the body radiates a new glow, the muscles, influenced by the placebo effect, begin to gain strength, like an ancient, primordial beast awakening.

"By the light of the soul, the power is increased to the level of the rising sun in the morning in reality."

But he had a premonition that it wasn't enough.

The power we currently possess is far from sufficient to break through the spatial barrier imposed by the sacrificial artifact before us.

'Tch... So you can't even break through the power of a regular fourth-tier cultivator?' A hint of conquering desire flashed in Fang Can's eyes.

The more challenging and difficult something is to overcome, the more enjoyable it is to do!

"Since that's the case, then let's just risk our lives."

The next moment, a jade pendant carved with dragons and phoenixes appeared in Fang Can's palm.

It was the apology gift that Suxinzhai had given him back then: the fourth-grade sacrificial artifact, the Dragon and Phoenix Heart-to-Heart Pendant!
The effect is that after using it, you can make a person of the opposite sex fall in love with you unconditionally, but it will shorten your lifespan by one hundred years.

Although lifespan is shortened by a hundred years, this hundred years is not lost in vain.

Based on the descriptions given by Xi Xing and others in bed that night, it is said that after using it, the body will skip a hundred years.

If it is used by martial artists who become stronger with age, although their lifespan will be greatly reduced, their strength will be increased dramatically.

Fang Can has now reached the second stage of cultivation, with a lifespan of three hundred years. In the next hundred years, one-third of his lifespan will be gone.

'But compared to a hundred years of lifespan, it's definitely more satisfying to break down this wall of yours with pure violence.'

In his arrogant state, Fang Can's willful words echoed in his mind.

(End of this chapter)