Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 501 Seven-Turn Debate

An endless, deathly aura permeated the martial world.

Under the corrosive influence of death energy, even the concept of time itself is decaying, and everything below the seventh level is dying invisibly.

They did not die now, but rather they never left any trace in the first place.

The deathly aura spread along the river of time, turning the once golden river into a pool of black sewage.

Under the mutual erosion, the unchanging past of all living beings, the certain present, and even the countless possibilities that extend into the future are all erased, eliminating the trace of their existence.

Fang Can, through the observer's perspective, saw that those enveloped in death energy did not even scream, and did not even realize their impending death before being erased.

An entire civilization vanished silently, without a ripple.

Fang Can was certain that there were many other civilizations and forces in the martial arts world that had been affected by this.

Fang Can could believe it if it were just the vast, boundless ocean of deathly energy, meaning the entire universe was covered in deathly energy.

This is also why countless high-level civilizations in the martial arts world choose to flee the martial arts world and leave their homes after breaking through to the sixth level.

The martial arts world is a complex and chaotic place. If there is a neighbor who is at the eighth or ninth level of cultivation, their every move will affect neighbors within a radius of countless light-years.

In this situation, running away, though somewhat shameful, is quite useful.

While in the Sea of ​​Deathly Qi, the seventh-level cultivator felt his body, spirit, thoughts, will, past, present, and future being corroded.

His immense power only made him watch his own death in despair, causing him more pain than others.

It's like the difference between dying suddenly and dying slowly from being thrown into sulfuric acid; it's hard to say which is worse.

'Live on! I must live on!!!'

Even as an observer, Fang Can could easily sense the despair of the person watching the scene.

Swah——

Under Fang Can's watchful gaze, the observer's self-rescue began.

First, there's the timeline shift; he wants to go back in time to avoid this harm.

"what!"

With a scream, Qizhuan retreated again, as the past and future were simultaneously corrupted.

Then came the world travel, as he wanted to retreat to the interconnected universe.

But that deathly aura clung to him like a maggot, traveling along the seven leaps to reach the universe where the other party was located.

This time, not only was the Seventh Rank unable to escape, but even the universe where the Seventh Rank resided was flooded with a massive amount of death energy, turning countless living beings into nothingness.

Divine protection... Damage reduction... Pain transfer...

Qi Zhuan tried almost every means, but still there was no relief.

What he faced was the resentment of the Eighth Rank cultivator! The pent-up anger of the Eighth Rank cultivator at the moment of death! The obsession of the Eighth Rank cultivator!

Even a tiny bit is enough to overturn the heavens and earth, and destroy everything.

Through the perspective of an observer, Fang Can experienced the immense power of the Eighth Rank for the first time.

This is an absolute difference in quality and quantity; a single thought is enough to plunge an existence of a lower rank into despair and death.

'I won't survive...'

Fang Can put himself in the observer's shoes and realized that death was inevitable no matter what.

But it's clear that the fact that this letter was left behind means that at least the seventh-level observer wasn't completely dead and was still able to leave some information behind.

Fang Can was still curious about how this seventh-ranked cultivator had managed to survive.

And soon, he learned exactly how the other party survived.

The next moment, amidst the ever-present dust rising from the deathly aura, the Seventh Rank speaker spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Boss! What are your last wishes before you die? I'll help you fulfill them!"

In the Sea of ​​Deathly Qi, all things are corrupted and destroyed, and even the voice of the Seventh Rank is instantly swallowed up by the deathly qi.

But it seemed that these words had an effect, because Qi Zhuan felt a slight fluctuation in the deathly aura surrounding him.

'It works!' The observer was overjoyed!
Talk therapy really works!

The so-called death aura or resentment is, to put it bluntly, the lingering evil thoughts that arise from a person's unfulfilled will in death.

In other words, since I'm not going to get better, then you shouldn't expect to get better either.

But if someone is willing to fulfill their obsession, will the evil thoughts simply dissipate on their own?

Seeing that his words had some effect, Qi Zhuan hurriedly said, "I, Qi Ji Feng, guarantee that I will definitely fulfill your last wish. If I do not, I will be condemned by gods and men and punished by heaven and earth."

"Not only will I fulfill your last wish, but whether it's fighting against an eighth-rank or a ninth-rank warrior, if you wish, I'll even serve you with a grand funeral!"

Qiji Peak's words were filled with a strong will to survive, clearly indicating that he was terrified by the deathly aura.

As for the so-called fight with the Eighth and Ninth Turners mentioned in the conversation, who cares? Let's just survive first. Every little bit helps.

Under Qijifeng's words, the Seventh Rank was pleasantly surprised to find that the terrifying death aura in the surrounding space-time began to recede, forming a safe enclosure.

'I...I survived...' Qi Jifeng thought, still shaken, but then a feeling of joy rose in his heart.

Good fortune may be a harbinger of misfortune, and misfortune may be a harbinger of good fortune. This perilous situation may not be a bad thing after all.

If one can completely persuade this eighth-level death energy, it might protect one in order to fulfill its obsession.

Even the weakest and most incomplete eighth-level cultivator is far superior to a seventh-level cultivator. An eighth-level cultivator's protector can ensure that one's future path is unobstructed.

If I had an Eighth-Rank expert backing me up, wouldn't I be invincible?

Unfortunately, his thoughts were somewhat presumptuous, because the deathly aura didn't care about the future of a mere seventh-level cultivator, nor did it have any interest in him as a protector.

Death energy manifested as an obsession, and his only thought was to fulfill his last wish.

Almost instantly, the deathly aura in the entire reality began to sink.

This is not a physical fall downwards, but a downward and reversed flow in time.

In the process of falling, the deathly aura that occupied the present and the future began to fade away until it returned to nothingness.

The deathly aura that once occupied the past has begun to diminish and hide.

10 years ago... 100 years ago... 1000 years ago... 10000 years ago...

The timeline occupied by the deathly aura began to shrink and converge until this boundless gray mist arrived in the past, countless years ago.

This is a past even more distant than the distant past, whether it be billions, hundreds of millions, or even the Zirang year.

In any case, this wisp of death energy is hidden in the distant history that the Seventh Rank cultivator can never trace back to in his lifetime.

As the death energy recedes from the timeline, the timelines of countless worlds that were originally affected by the death energy and all those destroyed and returned to nothingness begin to be reconstructed.

Since no deathly aura appeared during this period, those who had died naturally came back to life.

To the astonishment of Qi Zhuan, the world that had been devoid of everything was revitalized, and those who had been harmed by the death aura came back to life without even realizing it.

Even Fang Can, as an observer, was shocked by the power of the Eighth Transformation Realm to turn decay into magic, and was deeply curious about the upper limit that this realm could achieve.

However, although the death aura has faded, it does not mean that he is kind-hearted; he simply wants to fulfill his last wish.

The next instant, a message appeared in Qiji Peak's mind: a death warning.

[Every ten thousand years! We'll gather ten characters who have reached the seventh reincarnation!]

Meeting any of the above conditions will force you into the debate.

[At that time, you will freely express your opinions in the debate and persuade all the observers present.] [In this debate, only the victor will live, while the loser will be condemned to eternal death.]

If the number of debaters is less than 6, all participants will be eliminated.

The debates will continue, one after another, until you unravel my obsession.

'Grass……'

Upon seeing this, Fang Can's face darkened, and he felt a countdown in his mind.

[84 hours, 45 minutes, and 21 seconds...]

[84 hours, 45 minutes, and 20 seconds...]

[84 hours, 45 minutes, and 19 seconds...]

……

Fang Can's face darkened as he watched the countdown tick away.

When it was his turn, there were less than four days left. The timing was incredibly unfortunate.

No... it's not necessarily a coincidence...

Fang Can watched the time tick away, his mind racing.

There are two conditions for holding a debate competition.

Wait for the 10,000-year cooldown period or directly find ten level 7 recruits to fill the ranks.

The seventh-level cultivator who passed the envelope to me earlier clearly didn't want to die immediately, so he was forced to spread it only when the last ten thousand years were about to expire.

He found himself caught in the crossfire, having been infected by memes simply by opening the letter.

So... a debate?

Fang Can was filled with thoughts. Could it be that the so-called Eighth Turn died in a debate?
What kind of life-or-death debate could kill even an Eight-Turn cultivator?

Following that message, Fang Can also saw numerous compressed files containing general information about the debate.

With hesitation and apprehension, and worried that there might be another trap, Fang Can slowly opened the compressed file, and its contents began to appear.

Fang Can fell silent upon seeing the information inside.

This is a very large compressed file, consisting of eight parts, and it mainly describes an evil kingdom called 'Moxuyou'.

This is a perverse and autocratic country, a nation that embodies all the evils of human regimes, and it oppresses the people at the bottom of society in almost every way.

Bribery, massacre, violence, plague, child soldiers, dictatorship, tithe, poll tax, literary inquisition, political donations, mind control...

All sorts of crimes beyond human imagination occur in this country; evil is the very name of this nation, and the lower classes are almost perpetually exploited and unable to rise up.

After spending some time browsing through the entire modpack, Fang Can turned his attention to the topic of the debate.

[Debate on whether a country can be considered "just" if it is accused of fabricated charges]

"Grass……"

Upon seeing the debate topic, Fang Can finally understood why this Eight Turns had died.

The topic of this debate is forensic evidence?!

And what kind of question is this?
Could this question be any more biased?

How should the affirmative side respond?
Just look at the contents of this compressed file—all sorts of outrageous exploitation. Even if they collected hundreds of millions in taxes, it would be endless for generations to come. Even if you went against your conscience, you couldn't just lie through your teeth.

Fang Can finally understood why that Eight-Turn One had died.

They definitely chose the affirmative side, which means arguing that "fabricated charges" are a just country.

In this situation, even if someone with eight turns of eloquence were to speak eloquently, they would not be able to reverse the referee's decision and turn black into white.

No wonder he was so resentful before he died; the person who set the question is completely biased towards the affirmative side.

'This is a game of luck!'

Fang Can was certain that if he was lucky enough to draw the opposing side, he could be guaranteed to advance; if he drew the affirmative side, he could only wait for his demise.

'It's all about luck? Then it doesn't matter.' Fang Can smiled nonchalantly, because luck was on his side.

Three days later, he will definitely draw the opposing side without any doubt, and then easily advance.

The so-called "verification" ultimately comes down to home advantage.

Given this, things will inevitably turn around, and they will gain home-field advantage and win this forensic debate.

Thinking of this, he also noticed an extra message in the last message, which was a chat group.

All participants can communicate through this chat group before the competition.

Driven by curiosity, Fang Can's consciousness made a direct connection, and the next moment a mechanical voice rang in his mind.

Debater Fang Po has joined the forensic chat group.

As Fang Can's consciousness entered, it immediately alerted the other seventh-level cultivators in the group.

[Abyss Eye]: Another newbie! Welcome, newbie!!!

【Qi Zhi Bai】: Welcome newcomer, but this timing is a bit unfriendly to newcomers. There may not even be enough time to prepare.

[Emperor Night Star]: What's the rush? Anyway, debates are all about positions. If I draw the opposing side, I don't know how I'll lose; if I draw the affirmative side, I don't know how I'll win. It has nothing to do with whether I'm prepared or not.

[Practice Makes Perfect]: Newbies welcome!

[Shaoguang]: Welcome, newbie!

……

According to Fang Can's observation, there were only seven people in the entire chat group, who were obviously his opponents or teammates in this debate.

However, the draw has not yet been completed, so we are in a state of overlapping opponents and teammates, which is Schrödinger's position.

【lacquer white】: Why isn't the newbie saying anything?
[Fang Po]: It's nothing, I just joined the group and didn't realize it yet.

[Emperor Night Star]: Don't worry, I've already said it's all about luck, the odds are the same for both veterans and newcomers.

[Fang Po]: Seniors, if I draw the opposite side in four days, am I doomed?

【Shaoguang】: The will of the Eight Turns cannot be reversed, but even if we draw the opposite side, we can still struggle. How about we have a debate?

[Fangpo]: Debate?

[Shaoguang]: That's right. It can also be considered a rehearsal for the debate. We will take turns being the opposing side and conduct several rounds of debate. We have already tried it many times before you came in.

[Fang Po]: Of course, no problem.

[Shaoguang]: Great, I'll start the debate as the opposing side this time.

……

A few breaths later, Fang Can withdrew his consciousness from the chat group and rubbed his temples.

Although it was only a few breaths, the seventh-level cultivators in the group had been debating with each other for quite some time based on this debate.

But no matter how the debate went, everyone unanimously concluded that the person who drew the affirmative side would surely perish, because the difference in their arguments was too great.

"How was it?" Fang Shuyue asked curiously when she saw Fang Can's consciousness leave the room.

Fang Can: "This letter is a huge trap; you'd better not know about it."

(End of this chapter)