Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 455: The History of Time and the Change of Nations!
On the stage of national destiny, the two sides faced off, the atmosphere as still as iron.

As Gojo Satoru was summoned, his terrifying aura erupted under the blessing of the Great Qing Dynasty's national fortune.

That power, approaching the sixth level, filled the people of the Great Zhou with despair.

"Damn it, we shouldn't have let that woman choose. Now look what happened, she picked a pretty boy."

"Our previous defeats against the Great Qing Kingdom led us to retreat back to the Primordial Planet. Now, is even the Primordial Planet going to be occupied?"

"Wouldn't that mean we'd become slaves?"

"It's...it's over! How...how could we possibly contend with such power?"

……

Inside a conference room on a primitive planet, the prime minister stared intently at the holographic projection, his knuckles white from gripping the screen, his voice so low it was almost inaudible:

"Chief of Staff, tell me, is there... even a sliver of hope?"

"It's difficult, but not without hope," said the chief of staff.

"What do you mean?" The Prime Minister's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped at a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation.

"According to the official history of Daqing, Gojo Satoru was defeated by the demon god Ryomen Sukuna. In other words, based on the principle of elemental advantage, Ryomen Sukuna would definitely defeat Gojo Satoru instantly!"

The chief of staff said, "If we abandon this nameless little god named Fang Can and instead have the entire nation worship Ryomen Sukuna, using the power of the wishes of hundreds of millions of people as fuel, we can forcibly summon that Ryomen Sukuna from the river of history..."

"In that case, perhaps we can use the mechanics to our advantage and defeat Gojo Satoru!"

Upon hearing the Chief of Staff's words, the Prime Minister's face shifted between determination and hesitation.

He was considering whether to believe Fang Can, who had an unknown origin, or to take a desperate gamble and stake the entire nation's hopes on trying to summon the demon god.

……

Meanwhile, on the national stage, as the time drew near, the battle for national destiny was about to erupt.

Under the illumination of the [History of Time], following the character selection, both sides began to choose their battlefield.

After a brief discussion, the entire arena was transformed into a star with a diameter of 100,000 kilometers, bearing the weight of everyone participating in the National Fortune Arena Competition.

With the battlefield chosen, an invisible countdown began to sound in the hearts of people from both countries.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

Before the countdown reached zero, the arrogant youth looked at his god with longing and said, "My lord! Please descend with divine punishment and utterly destroy these usurpers and false gods!"

"Hmm, leave it to me!" With only his upper body remaining, suspended in mid-air, Gojo Satoru replied calmly with a nonchalant smile, "We'll win!"

As he spoke, he slightly raised his chin, looked at Fang Can, and smiled even more deeply: "Next, I will fully enjoy the thrill of the battle, and I hope you can give it your all..."

Gojo Satoru's lips moved, but before he could finish speaking, he felt the whole world slow down, and a chilling feeling suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

It was a strange illusion, as if past life experiences were blooming before my eyes like vibrant flowers from yesterday, a terrifying experience that teetered on the brink of life and death.

'Wow, the difference is this big?' Gojo Satoru thought to himself with a wry smile.

I'm so sorry I didn't make you...go all out.

As soon as Gojo Satoru's almost non-thoughtful regret arose...

The nation's fate is sealed; time to zero!

hum-

Fang Can, who stood firmly in the Great Zhou camp, slowly lifted his lowered eyelids.

A pair of eyes, crimson like a blood abyss reflecting cold stars, were icy cold and devoid of any emotional fluctuation, merely glancing over casually.

Without warning, without a trajectory, it even transcends the concept of "fast"!
The next instant, a blow beyond his visual limits descended from a higher dimension, seemingly about to engulf the entire world.

As far as Fang Can could see, with the toes of his feet as a clear dividing line, the void a million miles ahead was like a fragile piece of glass art being bombarded by a tremendous force!

The spatial structure is no longer curved, but rather like a painting that has been erased by an eraser!

Merely witnessing it, vast swathes of spatial structure vanished into nothingness in that instant.

This was an attack that transcended the concept of speed; only a sixth-turn cultivator could barely dodge it, and Gojo Satoru couldn't even react in time.

hum-

In an instant, the planet in front of them, simulated by the National Fortune Arena, with a diameter of 100,000 kilometers, was torn apart.

The sky was split in two, and the thick clouds vanished instantly. The solid tectonic plates simulated by the stars shattered and churned like sandcastles!
Sky, earth, ocean...

Wood, metal, plastic...

With Fang Can's position as the dividing line, half of the star vanished into nothingness.

Smoke? Dust? Shockwave?
No superfluous sights appeared.

Everything that blocked Fang Can's line of sight—whether it was the projection of the people of Daqing, the fervently shouting teenagers, or Gojo Satoru declaring that they would win…

All of this, at the same moment, was completely erased from the level of "existence" by Fang Can's witnessing! As if it had never existed.

From beginning to end.

Fang Can's movement was merely raising his eyelids slightly.

That gaze, rather than one of fighting, seemed more like an observation of a group of insignificant, laughable ants still frantically jumping around before their impending doom.

At this moment, less than a second had passed since the first tick of the national tournament began.

Li Longyun at the scene, and all the viewers watching this fateful battle through millions of screens, saw only one thing:
The moment the match begins.

The million-mile-long space in front of Fang Can, along with all the enemies and most of the stars within it... vanished into thin air!

It's as if a giant, invisible eraser has lightly wiped away the opposing side of the image, along with the land and sky that support them.

As the camera shifts, they can see a shocking, enormous gaping hole, covering half of the celestial body, revealed on the massive simulated star, its edges smooth as if molten glass.

Beneath the gap lies the mantle of the earth, surging with scorching lava, like a huge wound on the earth that has just been cut open and is flowing with boiling blood.

Almost instantly, the grand, indifferent, and genderless voice of history resounded throughout the consciousness of all living beings in both nations, delivering its verdict:

"The winner of this National Fortune Tournament is—the Great Zhou Empire!"

'You...you won?'

The people of the Great Zhou looked at each other, their pupils filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

Many people even rubbed their eyes hard, wondering if they were hallucinating.

too fast!
Because Fang Can acted so quickly, they had no idea what happened in the whole process.

From the start to the end of the war, it was only a breath! The vast majority of people did not even catch any of the battle process, only seeing that earth-shattering glimpse and then... the enemy and most of the star completely disappeared.

As the annals of history announced the results, the battlefield instantly collapsed, and Fang Can and Li Longyun were transported back to the present world.

On the other hand, the people of Daqing simply could not accept this outcome.

The power of a deity is directly proportional to the degree of faith it receives from all living beings; the more famous a deity is, the stronger it is.

The more people who believe, the more powerful the deity becomes, and the more powerful the deity becomes, the more people who believe. This leads to the question: how can the strong remain strong, and the weak remain weak?

With a population of only one planet remaining, it is impossible for the Great Zhou to generate a god surpassing Gojo Satoru through faith alone.

They simply couldn't understand that Fang Can had transmigrated directly in his physical body, rather than being constructed by faith and possessing innate power.

In the brief silence, the Daqing Empire erupted in a tsunami of shock, anger, and bewilderment!

"How is this possible! How could the God lose?"

"Cheating! The Great Zhou must be cheating!"

"Lord Gojo Satoru is invincible! There's no way he could lose!"

"Aaaaaah! The god was clearly smiling and saying we'd win!"

"I want to report this! There's definitely something fishy going on!"

……

Roars, cries, and hysterical questioning surged like a torrent through the information networks of various planets.

However, the transcendent voice of history once again descended, drowning out all the clamor:
[Please choose the national fortune reward for Great Zhou: 1. Reclaim the corresponding territory; 2. Plunder the national fortune and faith of Great Qing]

Li Longyun took a deep breath, suppressing the pounding in her heart, her mind racing.

The so-called plundering of the faith of Daqing is to harvest the faith of the defeated gods and then strengthen the power of one's own gods. However, with only one victory so far, it is impossible to plunder much.

Only by completely destroying the enemy's country in one fell swoop can one utterly swallow up all of their people and beliefs.

Faced with the choice between reclaiming the territory and strengthening the gods, Li Longyun hesitated for a moment, then looked at Fang Can and asked, "My lord, which one do you choose?"

"Let's take back the territory first," Fang Can said dismissively, waving his hand.

After receiving Fang Can's approval, Li Longyun obediently nodded and then chose to reclaim the territory.

As soon as the words were spoken, the [History of Time], which was suspended in the center of the battlefield of national destiny, began to emanate an indescribable, invisible wave.

These invisible ripples disregarded distance and instantly spread throughout the territory of the Daqing Empire.

Fang Can's gaze sharpened as he stared at the actions recorded in the annals of history, wanting to see what the so-called reclaiming of territory was all about.

In an instant, a silent change occurred on the five life resource planets ruled by the Daqing Empire.

All public squares, government buildings, ship windows...

All patterns and logos bearing the "Daqing National Emblem" and "Daqing National Flag" were as if they had been directly painted over and reshaped by an invisible giant hand!
In an instant, all these symbols and emblems transformed into the dark blue cloud banner and the moon emblem, symbolizing the Great Zhou Empire!

The original national flag of Daqing was once again turned into the pattern of Da Zhou, which was directly changed to the flag of the Great King.

'Is this what they call changing territory? The methods are far too crude and brutal!'

As Fang Can was thinking this, he suddenly saw countless streams of faith power converging from those transformed lands.

On Sui Yingxing's journey, in a villa, a teenager angrily picked up a remote control and smashed it directly at the virtual screen in front of him.

"Cheating! It must be the Great Zhou who are cheating!" The boy was indignant. "My Lord Gojo Satoru is invincible. How could I possibly be defeated by a mere minor god?"

"Moreover, I didn't even see the process of the defeat, there must have been something fishy going on!"

The thought of this made the boy grit his teeth, and not only him, but the entire population of Suiying Star was filled with indignation.

But in the next moment, as the Great Zhou reclaimed its territory, all the flags of the Great Qing in front of him were replaced with those of the Great Zhou.

In the blink of an eye as the flag changed, the boy's uncontrollable rage froze!

As if gripped by an invisible force, his muscles twitched uncontrollably, stretching out a distorted, grotesque, stiff expression, like wearing an ugly mask.

Then, just two breaths later...

The rage, humiliation, and grief on his face... all the emotional traces belonging to the "Citizens of Daqing" disappeared completely, like stains that had been wiped away!

Then, a heartfelt ecstasy burst forth like a fountain from his smile, his eyes, and even his body language!
He raised his arms high, jumped excitedly, and burst into a loud cheer:
"Aww—we won! Our Great Zhou has won! That's fantastic!! Hahahaha! God bless Great Zhou!!"

The boy, who was furious about Daqing's defeat just a moment ago, was now dancing with joy, celebrating Dazhou's victory from the bottom of his heart.

This wasn't just happening to him; it was happening on five resource planets that had reclaimed their territories.

On every planet, there are billions of people who, just a second ago, were pounding their chests, cursing, and even crying in despair over Daqing's failure.

in the next second.

These people immediately broke into genuinely eerie smiles! Their eyes gleamed with heartfelt pride in the victory of the Great Zhou!

'Fake human...human machine...'

As Fang Can observed the nearest planet to him, which had been recaptured by the Great Zhou Dynasty, through his mental imagery, a strange feeling welled up in his heart.

The thoughts, consciousness, and sense of belonging of hundreds of billions of people... have been so easily overwritten and reset under the revision of the "history of time"!

Because as the landmasses changed, the perceptions of the inhabitants of these planets were also altered.

One second they were heartbroken over Daqing's failure, and the next they identified themselves as people of Dazhou.

This is not because they are so-called "fence-sitters"; these people's personalities and character traits have not been forcibly changed.

Whether one is stingy or generous, cheerful or insecure, loyal or despicable, nothing changes.

The only change, and the most fundamental and core one, is that their self-perception has shifted seamlessly from being firmly believed to be "Daqing people" to being "Dazhou people" without any transition!
As national perceptions changed, those who were originally loyal to Daqing naturally became loyal to Dazhou, switching almost seamlessly.

'No wonder... I was wondering what to do with the people on the land if it's just a simple matter of taking back the territory. You can't just replace them with a new batch of people, can you?' Fang Can suddenly realized, and his previous questions were answered.

There is no need for a brutal "re-species" process involving slaughtering everyone, nor for a protracted process of integration and transformation.

With just a stroke of the pen in the annals of history, hundreds of billions of lives automatically became the most "loyal" citizens of the Great Zhou!

'I think I know why we chose the name "History of Time" for this legacy,' Fang Can thought to himself with emotion.

After all, in a world where national destiny competitions are held all the time, ordinary people simply cannot adapt to their ever-changing national identities.

Now, thanks to the passage of time and the manipulation of history, those people can remain forever loyal to the victorious nation without any psychological burden.

But what Fang Can fears most is the power of history books to manipulate the minds of all human civilization.

This is not something that history books actively evolve on their own, but rather a two-way journey between history books and humanity.

Because the so-called history books are the embodiment of human consciousness, roughly equivalent to the Alaya consciousness, and can be regarded as human beings themselves.

In this world where humanity created the history book of time, yet relinquished control over its own destiny, the history book of time is like a supreme, all-encompassing "collective parent."

It is not evil; it simply coldly executes the rule of "maximizing human interests" as it understands it—for the survival and continuation of civilization, individual belonging, identity, and even memory anchors are merely parameters that can be rewritten and overwritten at any time by the collective will.

After all, if you just slide to your knees at lightning speed, there will naturally be no conflict or casualties.

Therefore, every decision recorded in the annals of history is equivalent to the highest decision of human society, and it is incredibly easy to influence all living beings through this.

'This world has gone completely mad. Humanity, history books, and gods—everyone is being manipulated by emotions,' Fang Can thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)