Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 473 Ancient or Modern!
"Welcome the deity to his death!"

Within the main star of the Yexing Federation, waves of shouts surged like a tide.

Countless converted warriors chanted in unison, instantly sweeping across every inch of the main star of the Yeying Federation.

The once solemn Capital Square, the cold metal streets, the bustling Star Harbor hub...

These people, who came from the streets and alleys and were once the most faithful believers, have now turned against God and become his enemies!
This time, their shouts were no longer hymns of praise begging for divine grace, but clarion calls to charge against the old era and resolute punches to the gods!
The Legend of the Heavenly Emperor states: "Severing the connection between heaven and earth will prevent all living beings from living long lives and from cultivating themselves. Only evil spirits will use the guise of gods to collect the faith of the people in order to show off their own majesty. The human world can be cut off!"
In the eyes of these believers, the interstellar god kingdoms of the past had known only gods and not warriors for countless years.

This undeniable fact is so real that it needs no further corroboration.

The relationship between gods and warriors is not one of subordination, but rather one of mutual rivalry.

If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening!

After experiencing the profound mysteries of cultivation, these people no longer wished to submit to the gods and be like ants who live long, muddled lives and die foolishly at the end of their hundred years.

In the eyes of these awakened warriors, neither gods nor demons would be allowed to stand in their way.

Everything that hinders humanity's progress and is hostile to the greed of all beings will be crushed in the torrent of history!
Looking at the resolute expressions of countless martial artists amidst the stars beneath his feet, Miao Chijing laughed in fury, "Very well, since you are all so stubborn and refuse to change your ways, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Having said that, Miao Chijing's figure suddenly turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the air.

This is not because He has retreated, but because He is gathering His power to bring His physical form into the world.

In order to solve these persistent problems of dependence on the Federation, He plans to launch a major purge from within, eliminating all the false believers who have infiltrated the Federation's territory.

Although attacks on foreign countries can only be carried out through national power struggles due to the constraints of historical records, there is no need to be so secretive about internal purges within one's own country.

As the faith of all living beings in the higher dimensions above the Yexing Federation fluctuated violently.

In the blink of an eye, it was as if the Milky Way had been overturned and the world had been turned upside down.

The vast torrent of faith, stretching for billions of miles, converged and soon coalesced into a body composed of the faith of all living beings.

The next moment, a strange feeling arose in the hearts of all the believers in the Yexing Federation.

Even if they can't see or hear it, they can still suddenly realize that their god has descended upon this star.

The moment the Mysterious Red Sutra appeared, the entire main star, and even the planetary system in which the main star resides, was distorted due to the descent of the Mysterious Red Sutra.

This divine body, composed of a massive amount of faith, has a total mass that surpasses that of a black hole.

At the moment of His birth, the gravity brought about by His immense mass dimmed the light of stars, shifted the orbits of planets, and caused space to crack like a mirror lake into which a giant rock had been thrown.

His figure was flawless, and his body was radiant with countless rays of light symbolizing divine authority. Each ray of divine brilliance was enough to crush the stars!

His very existence is the most direct declaration of the interstellar theocratic system that monopolizes faith and has a strict hierarchy of power.

At this moment, a mere wave of the hand would be enough to annihilate all the billions of beings on this entire main star, but Miao Chijing did not do so.

Because the entire territory of the Yexing Federation is too vast, even if a planet were destroyed in a second, it would take an unknown amount of time to wipe out all these false believers.

In that case, why not use a more efficient method directly!

"You wicked and wicked people, who bring disaster to the country and its people, deserve to be punished by Heaven!" Miao Chijing's voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the Yexing territory, letting all living beings feel what divine might was.

With the birth of the Miao Chi Jing, a small, exquisite, crimson book covered in mysterious runes floated in the air above His palm!
"Little Red Book!!!"

This word exploded like a nuclear bomb in the minds of all heretics!

Upon seeing the book in Miao Chijing's hand, the heretics in the Yexing Federation were instantly terrified, their expressions changing drastically.

As former believers, they had naturally witnessed many national destiny tournaments, and among them, they had seen this divine treasure.

This little booklet is the ultimate magic weapon that makes Miao Chijing invincible—Little Red Book!

In the past, gods relied on this unique skill to remotely curse and kill countless enemy gods! No god could withstand the curse from Xiaohongshu.

"Oh no! It's Xiaohongshu! Everyone be careful, it...it's going to kill people!" A martial artist screamed, his voice distorted with extreme fear.

"Hey, don't hang me! I don't want to die!" Some people have already foreseen their own demise.

"There's no way to escape. Xiaohongshu (Little Red Book) posts people regardless of location. Even if you run to the ends of the earth, you'll still be wanted."

"We're doomed, we're going to be cursed to death by Xiaohongshu."

……

Miao Chijing sneered at the countless heretics throughout the entire divine kingdom: "Afraid now? Too late!"

Having said that, her divine sense directly locked onto the faithless heretic, and she began to peruse the red book. Upon opening the cover, a human head image appeared prominently on the first page.

Almost everyone recognized the real person depicted in the head image as the current head of the Yexing Federation.

Wow——!
The book moves on its own even without wind, its pages flipping as fast as flowing light and shadow!

With each page turned, an extremely clear portrait of a person leaps out of the book and is projected above the head of the corresponding "rebel" below!
The light and shadow not only reflected the facial features, but also contained the breath of life and the imprint of spirit, as if the very essence of the soul had been imprinted!

Starting with the head of state, then high-ranking officials from various departments, followed by tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and finally, a vast array of apostate portraits like stars in the sky!
Above the main star, it seemed as if a canopy composed of "sinner portraits" had been instantly covered!

The endless list of names to be listed is so dense that it blocks out the sunlight and casts a shadow of despair.

The book has almost an endless number of pages; one can't see the end of it.

The pages of the book were turned faster and faster, and in just a few breaths, all the huge number of faithless people who accounted for one percent of the entire Yexing Federation were listed.

These people could only watch helplessly as they were hung up, powerless to resist.

Even Ye Xing, who was at the half-step sixth level, was far from being a match for Miao Chijing.

As the last portrait was marked, the flipping pages abruptly stopped, and the entire book closed completely! The crimson light on the cover blazed brightly, like congealed, filthy blood!

This closed book will put an end to the judgment of all heretics!

In an instant, everyone felt as if they were being locked onto by some kind of great terror.

Before they could struggle, a green pattern began to appear on the originally bright red book cover.

On the cover of the red book, the originally smooth surface ripples like the surface of water, revealing an extremely abstract, long strip pattern composed of emerald green lines.

It looks like a twisted watermelon, or even more like a mocking, contemptuous grimace!

"Quack! The second stage is Watermelon Venerable!" A martial artist fell to the ground in terror.

On the book, a long, anthropomorphic watermelon-shaped vessel appeared.

[Believers, who understands! Ah!] The next instant, a sharp, piercing shriek, with a heavy sense of mechanical synthesis yet full of "genuine emotion," exploded directly in the depths of the minds of all those marked without warning!

Like millions of poisoned steel needles, piercing deep into the soul!
[Family members!! Today I encountered a shrimp master!!!]

The sound was drawn out so long it seemed to saw through one's eardrums:

[The Shrimp Head Cult not only disrespects the gods!! But they even dare to slander divine grace!!! They yell at me!! They have absolutely no manners!!!]

[Ugh!! This kind of rude person!!! They deserve to be severely criticized!!! Everyone, please be the judge!!!]

The cucumber imagery immediately garnered massive support from believers:

"Exactly! That shrimp-headed guy is really shameless!"

"What right does he have to shout under the rule of the gods? He deserves it!"

"It should have been done a long time ago! The gods are too gentle!"

"Hug the gods! The gods are truly blessed; don't pay any attention to these trashy people!!"

"Aaaaaaah, I'm protecting the world's best divine treasure!!! (100 hearts)"

"Hey, soft and fragrant little bread, come to my bowl!"

……

As soon as the words of the believers of the Miao Chi Jing were spoken, they were immediately recorded by Xiaohongshu (Little Red Book).

Then, after being transformed within the book, the words, which amplified the mental damage a billion times, indiscriminately bombarded all the enemies who were targeted!
Those illogical, fanatical, pretentious, contentless, and information-free messages that only consisted of shouting battle cries were like thunder in the ears, violently vibrating everyone's hearts like super-powerful mental noise.

As the sound echoes, it frantically tears at the dam of reason, denies the value of existence, tramples on human dignity, and repeatedly reinforces the "truth" in the heart of the person being hung up: "You are wrong," "You are inferior," "You are not worthy of existence!"
The next instant, everyone who had been hung up, including President Ye Xing, covered their ears in pain, their expressions filled with agony: "Shut up! Stop...stop cursing, stop cursing—!"

"Waaaaah, please stop yelling at me, I can't take it anymore!"

Under the noise interference, which felt like mental pollution, the psychological defenses of these martial artists were quickly broken down one by one.

Then, a bloodstain appeared on the necks of these people, and as time went on, the bloodstain on their necks quickly deepened.

This is Xiaohongshu's curse-killing tactic!

Faced with the mental pollution and online violence from all the believers of the Yexing Federation, if these martial artists' minds are destroyed by language, they might actually believe they have lost their minds.

Their heads would then instantly separate from their bodies and roll off their necks.

This is not simply a physical separation, but rather a rule that makes it impossible to easily reattach the head; it will turn into thick liquid in just a moment.

"Waaaaah... I didn't... I'm sorry... I was wrong..."

Under the dual attack of physical and mental strength, a powerful expert at the fourth level of cultivation suffered a mental breakdown, kneeling on the ground and weeping bitterly, frantically kowtowing to the sky.

But many others are like fish with their throats choked, struggling and gasping for breath in vain, their eyes unfocused, their consciousness sinking into endless noise.

That kind of spiritual pollution is not just an attack, but a forced alteration of their perceptions, making them genuinely believe that they are the "shrimp-headed, inferior, uncivilized, and deserving-to-be-destroyed beings" described by that "god."
"This is what happens when you oppose me, Miao Chijing!" Miao Chijing's eyes revealed a sense of triumph as he watched these guys gradually bow down under his curses, feeling an immense sense of satisfaction.

Miao Chijing looked down at the chaos within his territory as if watching a meticulously choreographed play.

But amidst this divine punishment, a tightly clenched fist was raised high against the tide!

"Fuck you! You bitch!" The leader, supporting his hunched back and enduring the barrage of messages from Xiaohongshu, glared angrily at the lofty Miao Chijing and said:
"You're a god! I admit you're awesome!"

His teeth were clenched so hard they were grinding together, his voice filled with a near-manic resolve: "But you think I don't have someone backing me?! You want to compare background and connections? I'm not afraid of you for a second!"

"Come on, let's see if you dare to challenge our ancestor!"

"Oh? You want to fight me? Do you think that so-called god behind you can defeat me?" A hint of contempt flashed in Miao Chijing's eyes.

"Hard to say—"

A leisurely, almost languid voice came from behind Miao Chijing, like a bolt from the blue!

Miao Chijing's flawless, holy face was instantly shrouded in a stiff shadow! He abruptly turned around to look back!
Behind Him stood a white-haired man of unparalleled elegance, radiating a profound light of faith, with one hand on his hip and a smile in his eyes as he looked at Him.

His white hair flowed like moonlight, and his simple cloth clothes seemed to bear the weight of the stars in the sky.

The immense and pure radiance of his will, far surpassing any mortal faith in this sea of ​​stars, floated and swirled around him like a tangible mist, endlessly regenerating.

The moment they appeared, all the believers who were hung up felt the tightness around their necks ease, and the sounds that were like bombs exploding in their minds were completely blocked out.

"You are... Fang Can!" Miao Chijing's voice was devoid of its usual haughty composure, replaced by a primal solemnity and deep apprehension in the face of an existence of equal or even higher power.

Being able to appear silently behind Him, if this guy had chosen to launch a sneak attack just now, He might have suffered some minor injuries.

"Indeed, things were a bit busy, so I'm late." Fang Can held a human head in his right arm, his tone indifferent.

As he spoke, the severed head in his hand continued to scream and struggle.

The head had a majestic face, with wide-open eyes filled with horror and resentment. The golden-red divine blood was not yet completely dry and was dripping down, turning into sparkling blood-red stardust in the void.

Only then did Miao Chijing focus his attention on the human head held on Fang Can's right arm, and he was suddenly startled: 'This is... the neighboring deity [Are You Hungry?]!'

Both being established and revered deities in the Big Dipper Star Region, 【Hungry?】, though slightly weaker in combat, is by no means an easy opponent.

The divine authority that holds the power of hunger and teleportation has been stripped of its head like this?!

By forcibly stripping and devouring the faith of the deity in his hands, Fang Can felt his own power increase again, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

With a slight exertion of force from the fingertips.

"Crack!" The god's head made its final, crisp sound as it turned to dust.

The reason I didn't come over immediately was because the gods of those nations, after discovering a significant drop in faith, became increasingly aware of their own situation and launched a massive purge of their respective kingdoms.

This forced Fang Can to put out fires everywhere, traveling between different divine kingdoms.

Because there were too many Star Sea Divine Kingdoms to attend to, Fang Can couldn't possibly manage it all by himself. He had to transform into countless forms and rush to different divine kingdoms to provide support.

For example, Fang Can, who is currently in the Yexing Federation, is an avatar who rushed here after just dealing with the god [Hungry?].

It can't be called an incarnation; a more accurate description would be that it represents oneself from different time periods.

At this moment, Fang Can, using this moment as the anchor point, forcibly folds and gathers all of his "self" from the past 40 seconds and the future 20 seconds, a total of 60 time slices, into this one!
Each "Fang Can" is the same original body, with the same will spanning the past and present, governing these sixty bodies that exist simultaneously in time and space.

These sixty "nows" are interconnected by a strict causal chain! If one is damaged, all are damaged! And there is a clear temporal inheritance relationship among them.

If Fang Can suffers harm in a certain time slice, then this trauma will spread like dominoes down the timeline, eventually affecting all subsequent time slices!
(End of this chapter)