Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 500: Eighth-Rank Hero Died?

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The harsh sound of metal scraping shattered the silence of the basement.

The heavy, rusted alloy door was violently ripped open, its hinges groaning under the strain.

As the air inside and outside flows into each other, the air circulates between them.

Dust accumulated over thousands of years surged forth as air currents impacted the surrounding air.

A cloud of dust billowed up, and a figure staggered backward, choked by the fumes. Her delicate voice coughed violently in the murky air, sounding exceptionally fragile.

"Cough cough cough..."

Facing the swirling dust, the girl raised her right arm and clenched her fist.

As the third-stage female body's right arm martial body was activated, the mental image stored inside was directly leaked.

My thoughts flowed freely, and my arm gleamed faintly in the dim light.

The [Static Force Field] stored in her body surged forth, instantly forming an invisible barrier around her, keeping the turbid air out.

"Could this hold the secrets of our ancestor's ascension to immortality?"

Li Xing looked down the stairs with a sense of unease, unsure of what she might encounter.

The Li family rose to prominence after the new dynasty moved away.

Its first ancestor, Li Hanshuang, was a peerless genius. Within just one year of learning martial arts, she successfully reached the peak of the fifth level and ascended to the new dynasty, almost breaking historical records.

The descendants of the Li family were not actually direct disciples of the ancestor, but rather the elder brother rose to prominence by taking advantage of Li Hanshuang's ascension and eventually established himself.

Unfortunately, after many years, due to missing the opportunity, Li Xing has completely declined by this generation.

Not only did he lose his sect privileges, but due to his father's failed investment, his entire physical body was pawned.

Li Xing was unable to attend school due to the sale of her family property and was forced to don a martial body, preparing to report to the factory in three days.

But before her father was taken away by the company, he told her a shocking secret!
The ancestor back then didn't become a fifth-level cultivator purely through talent; there was another secret behind it.

If a family is driven to desperation and its bloodline is about to be extinct, eligible descendants of the Li family can return to their ancestral home and learn the secrets.

His father and many ancestors explored the ancestral land countless times, but found no so-called secrets.

Hoping to try her luck before entering the factory, Li Xing returned to her ancestral homeland with her remaining assets and unexpectedly found a secret passage she had never seen before.
Looking down the descending stairs, Li Xing gritted her teeth: 'Never mind, I'll just go down and see.'

She pressed her lower lip slightly, took her first step, and the soles of her shoes tapped on the cold metal steps, producing a crisp echo.

After turning a right angle, a deeper underground space suddenly opens up.

However, the sight before her made Li Xing hold her breath instantly.

In the center of the secret chamber, instead of the expected treasure chest or secret manual, there was... a huge crystal coffin displayed in the chamber!
The coffin was cast from a completely transparent, unnamed crystal, with a soft, flowing light inside, which did not come from any visible light source, but rather from the coffin itself.

Through the clear crystal wall, a sleeping figure is clearly visible.

Even though she hadn't seen his face clearly, the man possessed a terrifying allure that lured her toward him.

Pat pat pat——

Li Xing subconsciously quickened her pace and hurried to the crystal coffin.

She practically pounced on the coffin and finally saw the sleeping person inside.

Gumbling—

Li Xing was unable to describe the man's face in words. Inside the shimmering crystal coffin, the man lay still like a sleeping immortal.

Her features resemble those meticulously sculpted by a deity, with sharp lines from her brow bone to her jawline that are not at all menacing, but rather exude a soft, cloud-like quality due to her relaxed, slumbering state.

The pale white skin shone with a jade-like radiance under the dim light flowing inside the coffin, seemingly so translucent that it had no texture whatsoever, and even time could hardly leave a trace.

Its exquisite, porcelain-like appearance should have made it seem aloof, yet every inch of its lines bewitches the instinct to get closer.

The man had no breath whatsoever; there was no heartbeat or breathing.

Is it a corpse? Or a living person?
None of this matters anymore!

Li Xing gazed greedily at the man before her, her slender arm shoving open the sealed coffin. Before she could react, she was already embracing and kissing the sleeping man.

"Eat him, eat him! I want to eat him!"

Hunger surged in Li Xing's heart, and her hands instinctively began to tear at the man's clothes.

She wanted to devour every inch of the man's skin, leaving her marks to prove that he was hers.

Did you wake me up?

A calm, languid voice, as if just waking from a dream, rang out behind Li Xing without warning, startling her awake.

'Oh no, someone followed me in!'

Li Xing's movements froze instantly, her body stiff as a stone.

After only a short while, she already considered this body her own, not allowing anyone else to touch it.

Fear made her recoil as if she'd been electrocuted. She forced herself to turn around, but the moment her eyes met the person behind her, her mind went completely blank again!
Because a man who looked exactly like the man sleeping in the coffin was looking at him with a helpless expression.

'Two...two people? Twins?' Li Xing looked at the man in front of her in astonishment, then looked down into the coffin.

"You are only holding my physical body; I am communicating with you now as a soul."

The man spread his hands helplessly and said, "So, could you please let go of my hand first?"

Upon hearing the words, two red blushes instantly appeared on Li Xing's face, her right arm recoiled as if she had been electrocuted, and she shivered as her rationality returned to her mind.

"You...you..." Li Xing stammered, gesturing wildly and at a loss for words. In the end, she could only lower her head and say, "I'm sorry, I subconsciously...I desecrated your body."

"It's alright, it's only natural. You can call me Fang Can."

Fang Can's soul waved casually, then sat cross-legged in mid-air, his posture languid and casual, as if chatting after a short rest, though his right arm supporting his cheek revealed a hint of weariness.

"This is not your fault. If it weren't for your unexpected intrusion, my soul might have remained in a coma for thousands more years."

While he was asleep, his previously suppressed charm was completely revealed, exerting a devastating attraction on mortals who had not even reached the first stage of enlightenment.

Therefore, Fang Can expressed his understanding of the other party's behavior.

'However…' Fang Can's divine sense swept across all realms, and he was speechless at the current state of martial arts in all realms.

Inside the flesh and blood factory, countless fifth-stage bodies were continuously cut and manufactured by the Heart-Image assembly line.

As the suppliers of these martial bodies, they calmly awaited the tearing apart of flesh and the subsequent regeneration, a cycle that repeated itself time and again. On the fringes of civilization, mountains of discarded martial bodies formed new mountain ranges, which were then burned to provide energy for the civilization.

It can only be said that exploitation is still too terrifying, even the martial arts society has degenerated into this kind of world that squeezes the marrow from the bones.

Or rather, it is precisely because of the violent suppression of martial arts from top to bottom that the resistance of low-level cultivators is completely ignored, making them more likely to fall into this situation.

What a bunch of worms! Fang Can subconsciously clenched his fists. He had just woken up to this scene.

Not only in the myriad realms, but even within the new dynasty, the prevailing ideology began to subtly transform.

They were either unambitious or complacent, and without exception, they viewed everything outside the new dynasty through the lens of social morality.

Thinking about everything that had happened over the past tens of thousands of years, he couldn't help but sigh and look at the girl beside him: "You are Xing Li, right?"

“Yes, you…you are a fifth-level expert?” Xing Li raised her head to look at the soul in front of her.

If one is a fifth-level expert, wouldn't they be able to sign contracts with large corporations and sects, and then directly obtain massive resources by selling their limbs?

With a quick sweep of his consciousness, Fang Can understood the girl's thoughts and couldn't help but chuckle, "According to the worldly ranking system, I am indeed a fifth-ranked cultivator."

"However, now that the myriad realms have been ruled by the new dynasty for so long, has even my name not been passed down?"

As she pondered this, the surrounding space-time immediately froze, and Xingli's expression also froze due to the freezing of space-time.

Immediately afterwards, the space around Li Xing rippled silently, like the surface of water where a pebble had been thrown in.

A graceful, heterochromatic-eyed girl in a pale white, wide-sleeved dress stepped out silently.
"Father." The young girl gazed at Fang Can's illusory soul, her expression respectful yet tinged with a coldness, like moonlight shining on snow, her voice ethereal and devoid of any worldly warmth:

"You're finally awake, but your current condition..."

"Oh, I'm conscious, but my body is still too lazy to move, just like sleep paralysis," Fang Can said calmly. Right now, he can only move around by relying on his soul.

If we only consider strength, he can now rely solely on the power of his soul to achieve 75 times the strength he possessed in his prime before falling into a coma.

During his slumber, driven by the sin of laziness, the strength of his body and mind increased relentlessly, with no end in sight.

Once the sin of laziness is completely overcome and the spirit and body are united, the strength of the individual will likely increase by billions of times, officially possessing the power of the peak of the seventh rank.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he reached out and gently pinched Fang Shuyue's fair cheek with some displeasure: "You've seen the situation in the myriad realms, why didn't you interfere?"

"Why don't you, Father, just do it?"

Fang Shuyue did not resist, but said expressionlessly, "With our current power, we can see through the past and the future. In the end, history is nothing more than something that can be reversed at will."

"If you wish, Father, the future can become the present, and the past can be rewritten at will. So when you wake up, if you want, you can directly modify the past to change everything."

"Now that I have completely integrated into the Yunchao system and become the will of the new dynasty, my only responsibility is to ensure that no tragedy occurs within the new dynasty," Fang Shuyue said calmly.

"The problem is that you haven't managed the new dynasty well either," Fang Can questioned.

“The current system of the new dynasty was jointly chosen by Uncle Ji and all the stepmothers and other high-ranking officials. As a junior, I can only offer suggestions before the new dynasty encounters any devastating problems.” Fang Shuyue blinked innocently.

Releasing his grip, Fang Can scratched his head in frustration, about to say something, when the girl interrupted, "Father, do you remember what happened before?"

"which one?"

“Other beings from the Endless Sea of ​​the Martial World have come knocking, leaving behind a letter.” Fang Shuyue’s expression turned serious.

"letter?"

"Yes, but for safety reasons, I did not choose to touch it."

Upon hearing Fang Shuyue's words, Fang Can's consciousness transcended time and space, instantly probing out from the sea of ​​stars and directly arriving in the Martial Realm.

The moment he stepped out of the martial arts world, he noticed the envelope embedded in the spacetime structure.

Without hesitation, his soul grabbed the envelope and pulled it out, then teleported to the present.

Looking at the white jade envelope in his hand, and glancing at Fang Shuyue who was stealing a glance, Fang Can opened it directly.

The moment it opened, Fang Can was shocked to feel the surrounding spacetime violently distorted, as if an aura that seemed to want to destroy everything burst forth from it, and then gathered everything around into a painting.

This is a power that even a sixth-level martial artist would find difficult to resist; a low-level martial artist would likely be absorbed into the painting in an instant.

Clearly, this is a test, a test of the strength of those who believe. If one's strength is insufficient, one will not even be qualified to watch and will die instantly.

Fang Can frowned, his soul flipped his hand to suppress the entire space-time, and then calmly stepped into the rewritten space-time.

This is a virtual spacetime, or rather, the spacetime in which the observer who wrote this letter is located. Fang Can, who is in this spacetime, can see everything that the observer saw back then.

"This is……"

Fang Can narrowed his eyes slightly. As he entered the painting, he was shocked by the overwhelming aura of death that enveloped him.

Death energy, an overwhelming death energy, an endless death energy, a death energy that spans at least billions of light-years.

Even a seventh-level cultivator would feel uncomfortable in this deathly tide.

'Who died? Such resentment!' Fang Can exclaimed inwardly.

This deceased person has probably transcended the so-called seventh level of enlightenment. The concept of death that was revealed at the time of death alone encompassed this endless sea that spans at least billions of light-years.

And this deathly aura continues to expand.

Adopting the observer's perspective, he saw a massive amount of deathly energy engulfing him, a suffocating terror enveloping the observer.

The country where the observer was located was instantly swallowed by death energy. Those below the seventh level could not even struggle before their lifespan was exhausted and they turned into living corpses.

Moreover, this deathly aura is pervasive and insidious.

The grotto-heavens connected by the sixth revolution were also eroded by death energy, and countless universes began to sink under the erosion of the eighth revolution, and the long river of time began to dry up.

Eighth level... This deceased was at least at the eighth level of cultivation!

Only the eighth level of transformation possesses such terrifying power; death alone can cause heaven and earth to live as long as the earth, and all living beings to grieve!
Fang Can could sense the despair of the observer.

This almost endless death energy could only be resisted for a short time; no matter how much he struggled, he could only slow down the rate at which his body was swallowed up.

Moreover, even if you escape to other universes, there's no way to escape, because this deathly aura of the eighth cycle will relentlessly follow you.

Such a terrifying eighth-level cultivator... how could he have died!

Fang Can sensed the resentment contained within this deathly aura. This wasn't the end of his lifespan; after all, at the seventh level of cultivation, one's lifespan was almost equal to that of the sun and moon. How could his lifespan possibly be as short as the eighth level?
This must be because someone used great magical power to kill the Eighth Rank cultivator, which is why the Eighth Rank cultivator's resentment is so great.

But the next moment, Fang Can's face froze, a look of disbelief on his face!
Because he knew the cause of death of this eighth-level cultivator:

Died from forensic examination?

(End of this chapter)