Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 450 Seventh Memory!

In the dead of winter, inside a cold basement.

Yuan Dang remained in the room filled with the smell of decay in despair.

He had lost track of time in the basement; he had almost forgotten how long he had been locked up there.

Or perhaps, at this moment, he had completely lost consciousness, leaving only a deathly silence, and he had stopped thinking.

Heaven favored him, giving him the ability to simulate the future. On average, he could conduct a future simulation once a month, using existing information to predict the future.

If it is allowed to accumulate like a snowball, perhaps a Martial Emperor will emerge in this world of idealistic martial arts.

But unfortunately, he happened to run into Fang Can.

Not only did he encounter Fang Can, but he also insisted on opposing him, resulting in his spine being broken before he even reached puberty, which led to his current imprisonment.

If you include the time spent in simulations, averaging one simulation per month, then he has already spent hundreds of years of his life in this cramped dungeon.

For hundreds of years, they were ignorant and unconscious, unable to speak or move, and lived a crippled life, fed liquid food like corpses every day.

click-

The sound of a wooden door being slowly pushed open came from the side, but it did not elicit any reaction from Yuan Dang.

“God, we have always strictly followed your instructions, sealing off his five senses to prevent being bewitched by him.”

The believer guarding him said in a devout tone, "However, due to his long-term isolation, his reactions to the outside world have become very dull, and he is now no different from a living dead."

"It's alright, you did a good job."

Fang Can waved his hand, and with a slight thought, an invisible field of mental energy rippled outwards from his body like gentle waves.

The stale air in the basement was completely expelled, and fresh, cold air rushed in, but it could not dispel the deathly silence of the cage itself.

Then, his gaze fell on the man bound like a cross.

On the cross-shaped rack, Yuan Dang was as withered as a piece of rotten wood.

Her once shrewd eyes were now as empty as dry wells, and the deep-set eye sockets were marked by the deep lines of despair left over the years. In just a few months, she looked decades older.

A living person, having endured countless days and nights in silent darkness, had his soul dried up and turned into this living corpse before us, a living death worse than death.

Based on the available intelligence, I already know everything that Yuan Dang, this reborn person, knows, so he should no longer be of any use to me.

But at this moment, he had a sudden premonition that this guy might still be able to squeeze something out of him.

Looking at the emaciated man in front of him, Fang Can ignored his condition.

With his current level of power, he doesn't need the other party's cooperation at all; he can directly extract the memories from his mind.

With a wave of his hand, Fang Can directly replaced one of the Six Arts of the Emperor with the Skill of Empty Hands.

The so-called "Master Thief" refers to the skill that Tuoba Yu, the legendary thief, possessed during his time at Guiyun Peak.

This inheritance allows him to steal anything he wants within a ten-foot radius.

The first level involves stealing items, the second involves stealing people, and by the fourth level, even the memories in a martial artist's mind can be stolen.

At this moment, Fang Can directly installed this inheritance, and his entire right arm suddenly shone with a white jade-colored light. Then, he yanked forward and his arm forcefully penetrated Yuan Dang's mind.

Without a shred of pity, Fang Can roughly grabbed the memory file in Yuan Dang's brain.

After counting the breaths.

Swish!
Her jade-white arm snapped back! Her fingers clenched tightly!
He was holding a heavy, chaotic, churning purple nebula tightly in his palm!

Fang Can weighed the heavy purple orb in his hand, a hint of surprise flashing in his cold eyes for the first time:
"These memories are so heavy, they seem to be more than just a few decades old, at least ten times heavier."

Thinking this, his mind began to analyze the stolen memory nebula in his hand. As the memories deepened, the surprise in Fang Can's eyes grew stronger.

'So you weren't a reincarnated person at all, but rather someone who extrapolated the future based on this moment.'

"It's like a rehearsal every month. That's why this memory is so repetitive. Every month, the memories in my brain go through another cycle, although most of them are invalid experiences from being locked in the basement."

'And... me in a completely new cycle...' Fang Can said to Yuan Dang as he watched the second future replay.

Is this a gift left to the present by the seventh reincarnation in the pre-future?

Fang Can frantically searched Yuan Dang's memories, trying to find any clues about that gift.

After all, during the rehearsal, everything is made up of information and has no interaction with reality; it can only exist in memory.

By continuously analyzing the information in the memory nebula in his hand, Fang Can quickly found the differences.

This message contains at least seven undecrypted areas, whose memories have been intricately compressed and pieced together, each corresponding to a cycle of reincarnation.

'So, six future versions of myself left me a gift?'

A hint of curiosity flashed in Fang Can's eyes as he began to carefully analyze the earliest memory archive.

The analysis itself wasn't too difficult, since Yuan Dang was kept in solitary confinement, and apart from himself, no one else capable of analyzing the situation could access him.

As the complex memories were deciphered and analyzed, Fang Can discovered that within Yuan Dang's memories, there was another memory hidden—a memory belonging to Fang Can's future self.

However, Fang Can thought about it and felt that it made a lot of sense. In the pure information world, the only thing that can be stored is memory, and in the martial arts of the mind, memory is the most useful thing.

Once Fang Can absorbs the memories of a seventh-generation future incarnation, he cannot even predict how much his abilities will improve.

Previously, I thought that the fifth level of cultivation was a long way off, but if I refine this memory now, it is not impossible to reach the fifth level in an instant.

However… Fang Can looked at the memory in his hand, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Memory is the most secret thing, even one's own, but ultimately it is different from others. If you don't play it right, your consciousness will change drastically and you will be possessed, which is quite interesting.

With these concerns in mind, Fang Can tried to incorporate his own feelings into this memory.

The next instant, Fang Can's vision went black, and his consciousness completely sank into it, and the scene before him immediately changed drastically.

'What am I doing...'

By the time Fang Can realized what was happening, he was already in a pool of blood, his vision was completely black, and he was experiencing intense pain.

His arm was empty, and he was experiencing a burning phantom limb pain, while his lungs were burning with a stinging pain, and his body was extremely exhausted.

Just as Fang Can was in a daze, countless sounds came from all directions.

"You fiend, your hands are covered in blood, your killings are countless, why don't you surrender now!" "That's right, do you think the title of number one on the Rising Dragon Ranking is so easy to obtain? You actually dared to betray the Tiger Fiend Sect, now you're getting your comeuppance."

"Fang Can, are you still going to be so stubborn? If you continue to resist, we will annihilate you, body and soul!"

……

Feeling the excruciating pain tearing at his internal organs, and the tidal wave of clamor and shouts, Fang Can instantly realized that this was Yuan Dang's first rehearsal of a future scene!
The memories of a seventh-level powerhouse can even directly switch between reality and illusion, constructing a dream world that is just like reality.

At this moment, in this timeline that Yuan Dang glimpsed, which deviated from reality, he rejected Ye Yonglie's proposal, and then the new Tianji Tower list was announced.

Enraged, Ye Yonglie immediately informed the Tiger Fiend Sect of Fang Can's situation, prompting them to release the wanted list ahead of schedule.

In the midst of being hunted down by the entire world, he lost an arm, became lame in one leg, and went blind in both eyes, almost reaching the end of his life.

Through his memories, he seemed to have entered the simulation as well, and began to retrace his steps.

He was immersed in this simulated future body, his five senses completely blocked by its horrific trauma.

Before him lay an abyss of eternal darkness, and excruciating pain seared the empty nerves in his eye sockets; below his right shoulder was nothing but emptiness, the remaining tendons still spasming and twitching, transmitting phantom limb pain that ripped his heart and bones out; his left leg was shattered from the knee down, and every stumble brought a burning, throbbing pain deep within his lungs... His broken body was like a candle flickering in the wind, almost driven to the brink of despair.

'So, this first incarnation of mine, which was supposed to be reenacted, has also joined in... Could it be that he also sensed Yuan Dang's special nature?' This thought arose in Fang Can's mind.

However, without further investigation—

boom!
It was not a physical explosion, but a raging fury from the depths of the soul, a fury that belonged to this life, like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting!
'Is this... me being angry?' Fang Can felt the anger rising in his heart.

That was my first incarnation. Faced with this desperate situation, I felt a murderous intent to annihilate everything.

This is a real, unwarranted rage, a fury that wants to destroy everything, a rage that won't let them get away with anything, even if it means its own death.

A roar instinctively erupted in Fang Can's mind: 'Kill! Kill them all! Even if I die, I'll drag them all down to hell with me!'

Just then: "Swoosh—!"

Before he could think further, a whooshing sound came to his ears, and a sharp blade pierced through the cold light and was thrown towards him.

Even if he is completely blind at this moment, his consciousness at the fifth level of the original body is not just empty talk.

Without any reference points, Fang Can directly simulated the surrounding environment in his mind based on the sound of the wind.

The sound of the wind traced the trajectory of the dagger in the ear; the airflow brushed across the skin, shaping the blade; the vibration of the dust beneath the feet indicated the opponent's shift in center of gravity at the moment of exertion.
Every detail was instantly captured, analyzed, deduced, and modeled within Fang Can's vast mind!
In the blink of an eye, this critically wounded and dying body narrowly avoided the thrown blade at an almost impossible angle.

Seeing Fang Can's dodge move, everyone present was startled, and someone immediately warned, "Everyone be careful, this guy's blindness is fake."

Before these people could continue their nonsense, Fang Can could barely contain his emotions.

Because this anger truly originated from himself, if he were treated like this, he would naturally feel the rage to rebuild the world. This personal anger made Fang Can somewhat immersed in the role.

Since that's the case, then let's not hold back anymore!
With this thought in mind, Fang Can's body began to move.

With a loud thud, his right foot slammed into the ground, and his right arm lashed forward.

Then, a burst of energy several meters thick pushed through the air and shot out, pulverizing all the enemies in its path.

This punch seemed to freeze time! The noisy battlefield fell silent.

Several gasps of cold air rose from different directions within the encirclement. The pursuers, who had been exuding an overwhelming aura, were instantly replaced by disbelief and fear in their eyes.

"This...how is this possible?"

"Isn't this right?"

"Is someone definitely helping us in secret?"

……

It's no wonder these people were shocked; they simply couldn't understand how this broken body, which they considered to be a flickering candle in the wind and posed no threat, could unleash such power.

But for Fang Can, it was as simple as calculating 1+1=2.

He possesses a memory that can propel stars, comparable to a six-cycle system, and can achieve body control at a level akin to the ultimate realm.

Even if you're just controlling the body of a dying person, it's easy to achieve a performance comparable to the first or second level of the Ascension Path.

In just a moment, through cell recombination, Fang Can's body shrank by a size, and in its place, his previously broken arm and blind eyes were completely restored.

At this moment, Fang Can, whose eyes had regained their sight, stared coldly at the entire audience, a group of worthless scoundrels.

Although I don't know the mechanism of this memory, who cares? I'll just kill to my heart's content and get my revenge first.

Thinking of this, without giving these people a chance to speak, Fang Can leaped up and began to slaughter them!

Five seconds later, Fang Can stopped what he was doing.

Subsequently, the entire scene was filled with blood mist, making it difficult to find a single living person.

Suddenly, a languid voice pierced through the blood mist and came from the side:
"Kid, how did you do that? What secret technique did you use? You're just a fifth-level Xuan Guan cultivator, yet your performance rivals that of a second-level martial artist?"

Fang Can looked up and saw a beautiful woman in a light gauze dress appear in front of him. Her majestic and languid appearance was very familiar to him.

'Is this Yan Chuqing, the Master of Suxin Zhai in this timeline?' Fang Can looked up at the woman in front of him.

"Kid, I'm asking you a question." Yan Chuqing grabbed Fang Can's chin with some displeasure and questioned him.

……

After spending seven days in Suxinzhai, Fang Can voluntarily withdrew from this memory and gently rubbed his temples.

It must be said that Fang Can's speculation was absolutely correct.

If Fang Can were to thoroughly go through all these memories, his cultivation level would skyrocket.

However, the consciousness of the seventh stage combined with the emotional influence of the id is too tempting.

If Fang Can were to directly absorb these consciousnesses at this moment, at best his consciousness would be altered, and at worst his mind would be reshaped, which would be no different from being possessed.

'So... the most important thing right now is to find a way to process these memories without being affected by them,' Fang Can thought to himself.

The simplest way is to improve one's willpower or mental strength; he needs to think about it carefully.

Looking indifferently at Yuan Dang, who was still bound to the side, Fang Can extracted the key parts, put Yuan Dang's memories back in, and casually instructed, "Keep an eye on him the old way from now on."

"Yes, Your Majesty, we will obey your command," the guards said respectfully, watching Fang Can's departing figure.

(End of this chapter)