Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 506 Reversing the Seven Revolutions!

"Everyone! Daguan has been liberated!"

"A new dynasty has arrived! The best days are yet to come!"

"Haha, everyone will definitely have food to eat and a place to live in the future!"

……

In the ancient kingdom, a sallow-faced and emaciated boy huddled in a corner, looking down at the broken bowl in front of him.

The boy stared blankly, lost in thought, as he picked up the broken, greasy bowl in front of him.

He didn't know what the people outside were shouting about, nor did he understand what they were so excited about.

He tightened the tattered clothes he had stripped from the dead, and a raging fire ignited in his stomach, seemingly capable of digesting everything.

He hadn't eaten for two days and was so hungry that he didn't even have the strength to turn over.

At this moment, nothing was more important to him than what to eat for his next meal.

He's curled up now just to conserve his energy so he can wait for the next benefactor who might be willing to give him alms.

But in years of great disaster, ordinary families struggle to even feed themselves, let alone have any extra food to give to him.
As hunger spread through my body like death, the distant shouts and cheers became distant, and my vision blurred.

They've eaten all the trees and grass roots; if they don't eat something today, they'll probably die here.

Dang clang——

Just as he was feeling dizzy, a white object bounced and crashed down in front of him.

The boy steadied himself and realized that what was in front of him was a steamed bun, a steamed bun as white as jade.

The boy had no time to think about why there were steamed buns in front of him.

When I came to my senses, I had already overeaten.

In no time, he swallowed the steamed bun, and the feeling of eating made him shed tears.

He raised his head, wanting to kowtow to the benefactor who had given him the steamed bun, hoping that the benefactor would be pleased and give him more alms.

But when he looked up, he didn't see the so-called important person. The people on the noisy street were in a frenzy of revelry.

Various kinds of white flour steamed buns that used to be considered precious are now being thrown on the streets like garbage.

Then he watched as someone threw stones and gravel into a wooden box, and a moment later spat out steamed buns.

Stones can actually be exchanged for steamed buns?
Everything before his eyes completely overturned the boy's previous beliefs, and what happened in the next few days completely changed his life.

After ensuring he had the basic freedom to eat his fill, he began to actively seek information about the outside world.

Only then did he realize that a kingdom built by immortals had descended upon this world, so that everyone could have a good life.

Not only do they have food, but they can also practice martial arts and no longer worry about starving to death.

It must be said that although he came from humble origins, his talent in martial arts was one in a million, and he successfully reached the first level after only a few years of training.

Such talent even alarmed the important figures in the capital, and he was directly recommended to enter the Immortal Dynasty that year.

Before leaving, looking back at the expectations of his homeland and fellow countrymen, the young man felt no reluctance.

Poverty stifles ambition, while wealth fosters arrogance!
The hunger he felt while begging did not subside; instead, it transformed into an insatiable ambition after he escaped poverty.

He wants to improve... He wants to work hard... He wants to strive...

He wants to climb to the top step by step!
He wants to rule over everyone!

With this unwavering ambition, he stepped into the Immortal Dynasty, but everything he saw brought him no joy.

This immortal sect is completely different from what he expected!
There is no distinction between high and low, noble and base, or between superiors and inferiors, or between close and distant relatives.
Is this new dynasty really like the propaganda claims, where everyone is equal?

The boy was utterly shocked and stunned!
In his understanding, the so-called immortal sects should have a hierarchical system, and even immortals should be divided into superior and inferior immortals.

There should be a fundamental difference between a first-level immortal and a fifth-level immortal, but in reality, there is extreme equality in personality and dignity among immortals.

The only rulers of the entire new dynasty should be those nominally sixth-level females and superpowered individuals, but this is a class he cannot integrate into.

'This won't do! This is unacceptable!'

After seeing the true nature of the Qing Dynasty, the boy's eyes were filled with dissatisfaction.

If there were no class distinctions and everyone were truly equal, then why would he strive?
As long as he is within the new dynasty's system, even if he cultivates to the fifth level, apart from having the same strength as everyone else, what difference is there?

Even if you're at the fifth level of cultivation, when facing those who are only at the first level, you still have to consider their feelings and wear a mask of pretense because their status is the same as yours.

This was completely different from what the boy had imagined; it was a road with no way to go upwards.

After seeing through the true nature of the new dynasty, he withdrew without hesitation after reaching the fifth level of cultivation.

Of course, the reason was that as an outstanding graduate of the new dynasty, he should not only think of himself, but should also contribute to the development of his hometown.

This reason was impeccable and flawless. With everyone's admiring gaze, the young man returned to the myriad realms.

This time, upon his return, he not only reached the fifth level of cultivation but also gained access to the connections of the new dynasty.

Everyone was filled with gratitude in the face of this important figure who had returned from the Immortal Dynasty. Seeing the devout kneeling of the lower-level martial artists and the respect of the royal family and nobles, a sense of satisfaction as a superior person permeated their being.

This is the world I want: a perfect world where the fittest survive and the weak grovel before the strong.

With the help of the connections of the new dynasty and his own fifth-level cultivation, he quickly made a name for himself in the myriad realms and built a vast power that spread across many countries.

After gaining immense power, he felt that life was as easy as turning his hand, and that the entire world and its billions of beings were changing under his will.

Under his efforts, society became increasingly polarized, but he felt that this was not enough, far from enough.

Because of the existence of the new dynasty, the concept of equality has gradually taken shape across all realms.

With abundant resources, even if all he could do was leave the hardworking martial artists with nowhere to go, he had no right to leave those who were lying low with nowhere to go.

After all, once basic needs are met, as long as a martial artist doesn't want to fight and prefers to relax, they can live without asking anyone for anything.

This was intolerable to the boy; it was even more unbearable for him than for the boy to kneel before him.

Finally, the new dynasty gave the young man a chance, a chance to change the world.

The internal strife within the Sixth Rank of the New Dynasty directly led to the New Dynasty abandoning its control over the myriad realms.

Aside from restricting breakthroughs to the sixth level, the new dynasty completely relinquished power and ceased controlling the myriad realms. Apart from leaving a small number of people stationed there, most people left this place and went to the outer realms where the flow rate was 10,000 to 1.

Finally, we're gone!!!
That night, the boy was so excited that he couldn't sleep, because after losing the control of the new dynasty, the entire universe finally returned to a familiar state.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest!
The winner takes all, the loser pays!

The boy is merely a microcosm of the myriad worlds of today.

Countless others in the myriad worlds share similar thoughts.

Those who had seized sufficient resources by virtue of their first-mover advantage after the new dynasty's departure roared with excitement.

They want to rely on their early resource advantages to carve out a path to success in this unregulated blue ocean market!

These people succeeded!

After 20,000 years of rule, the myriad realms are now more like slavery than feudalism.

What is freedom and equality? What are those?
Even if you have extraordinary talent, without legal channels, you still cannot produce a single grain of rice or a single drop of water!

Every single person in the myriad realms is exploited under strict rules, with no chance of ever rising again. From today's perspective, they have succeeded, fulfilling the original dream of everyone being a slave.

But there has always been a thorn in the side of these sects and companies.

New Dynasty! Seventh Reincarnation!
They could clearly sense that there was a pair of eyes above them observing every corner of the myriad worlds.

That was terrifying power from the seventh level!
Seventh Reincarnation!

What a terrifying word! It occupies time and space across countless worlds.

It is precisely because of the control of the Seventh Rank that only one Sixth Rank can appear in every hundred years in the myriad realms nowadays.

As long as these seven transformations exist, it means that their lives and all the rights they have acquired cannot be completely controlled.

With just a single document from the new dynasty, the power structure of the entire myriad realms will be completely altered.

Therefore, a tacit idea emerged among the leaders of these sects and companies.

Reversing the Sevenfold Path!

Wanjie Capital doesn't need a new sky above its head; it can take its place!
This almost defying-the-natural idea was suppressed deep within them the moment it arose, and they dared not confide it to anyone.

No one knows what these leaders are thinking or planning. All they know is that, starting from some unknown day, their companies' production capacity has begun to increase dramatically.

Those terrifyingly powerful martial bodies, after being manufactured, had no customers and could only pile up endlessly.

The martial bodies were piled up together, from small hills to mountain ranges, and from mountain ranges to stars...

The workers at the bottom level have lost count of how many fifth-tier bodies they cut off to manufacture, and they have no idea just how insane the company's production capacity has become.

But many years ago, a small incident revealed just the tip of the iceberg of the company's wealth.

Due to the large number of weapon bodies and their concentrated storage, the mass of the weapon bodies in one of the company's warehouses became too great, and the gravitational forces between them began to tear each other apart.

By the time people realized what was happening, the warehouse had already collapsed into a black hole that was constantly devouring light and heat, causing people within tens of light-years to move away.

After this incident, the company began to strictly control quality, and there have been no similar accidents since.

In short, force is strength!
When these companies begin to consider turning against the Seventh, a fear of inadequacy in the face of power begins to haunt them.

This is a cross-border act of defiance, an unprecedented act of going against the tide!

For these people, the best lullaby before bed is looking at what new weapons have been added to the company's weapons inventory, or how many new weapons have been manufactured.

……

At this moment, looking at the young man in the Xuanzao Immortal Realm.

When they saw its appearance, all the high-ranking officials in the myriad realms panicked.

Fang Can

This name that they deliberately ignored!

Not only their names, but also their appearances have been erased from the database of the myriad worlds, and no one can infringe upon their portrait rights.

And now, in the entire universe, the only thing that records the names and identities of these young people is their brains.

Having not heard the name for over ten thousand years, a profound fear arose in their hearts upon seeing the boy again.

'He...he's not dead!'

'He's actually still alive!'

'Damn it, the plan isn't completely finished yet! Wasn't it supposed to be a 3-year slumber?!'

……

Seeing the smiling young man, the old ghosts from various companies and sects panicked. This unexpected scene completely shattered their understanding.

In their plan, even if Fang Can didn't die, he would at least not wake up for another ten thousand years.

During this period, they can first try to fight against the seven cycles of the Book of Time above their heads, attacking it separately.

cocoa……

The moment they recognized Fang Can, countless bodies at the fifth or sixth stage of the cosmic realms trembled involuntarily.

Unlike Fang Shuyue, who was practically giving up, Fang Can and the others had long heard of him but never met him.

However, one can infer a person's character simply from these three things: equalizing wealth, practicing martial arts together, and eliminating social class distinctions.

After Fang Can saw the current state of the myriad worlds, how could those behind-the-scenes figures possibly survive?
It's already considered merciful of Fang Can that he was only reduced to a bloody mist.

Only one can live!

The moment they saw Fang Can, the patriarchs of these sects and companies made up their minds.

Without attempting to compromise, they decisively disconnected the video link and turned to walk back to the company.

This situation has been considered before, so:

Abandon illusions! Prepare for battle!
All capitalists, unite!
Production capacity is at its maximum!

Prepare to defy the Seventh Reincarnation!

……

Meanwhile, Fang Can was completely oblivious as he looked up at the massive array formed by millions of members of the Du clan, all at five levels.

He was genuinely curious about the extent to which this so-called bond of blood ties could go.
Looking at the worried girl in his arms, Fang Can chuckled and said, "Don't be afraid."

As he spoke, he looked up again, ready to annihilate the millions of people in front of him.

But before they could take action, an unexpected event occurred.

A middle-aged man appeared beside Fang Can as if by teleportation, looked at him and said, "You're finally awake."

"Oh..." Fang Can turned his head in surprise. The middle-aged man in front of him was wearing a Zhongshan suit and had a diagonal scar running through his eyebrows on his square face.

"Boss? What brings you here?" Fang Can asked in surprise.

"How could I not know about the commotion you've made?"

Ji Donglai laughed, saying that he and Fang Shuyue were the only ones who knew Fang Can's sleeping location, so they received the news as soon as Fang Can came out of the basement.

However, because time flows differently in different realms, we arrived at the scene a bit late.

Ji Donglai looked at the girl Fang Can was hugging with a speechless expression.

Ever since he sent Fang Can a truckload of beautiful women, this guy has indeed been either chasing girls or on his way to chase girls.

"Alright, let's find a place to catch up. I'll tell you what's been going on lately."

Ji Donglai laughed heartily, looking up at the millions of cultivators in the sky: "Leave these guys to me."

"Is this going to work, boss?" Fang Can asked with some doubt. "These guys are different from the ancient cultivators. With millions of people piled up, the financial power they can leverage is stronger than that of many sixth-level cultivators in the past."

"Hahaha, you've been asleep for 20,000 years, don't underestimate me."

Ji Donglai laughed heartily: "Don't forget my ability, [Wealth can move mountains]."

"Nominally, I still lead the Myriad Realms. To be honest, the capital I've accumulated over the years has made me a little afraid of people outside."

(End of this chapter)