Chapter 325: Mature Fang Can

Floating in a weightless, chaotic space.

No up or down, no left or right, no sense of time or light—Fang Can held the Dragon-Feng Twin Pendant in his hand.

In this realm, the Six-Transformation suppression affected both warriors and ritual artifacts; Fang Can’s lifespan dropped from 300 years to 100 years, matching his triple talent.

The effect of the Dragon-Feng Twin Pendant after use had also shrunk from 100 years to 33 years.

With a faint glow shimmering across his skin, Fang Can looked down at the jade pendant in his hand.

The only remaining question was where to find a member of the opposite sex and force her to fall in love with him.

In this space, it was clearly impossible for any member of the opposite sex to come to him voluntarily.

Fortunately, when Fang Can entered, he brought along a girl thousands of years old—right? Zi Ling Sword!

The next instant, Fang Can drew Zi Ling from his waist, his eyes gleaming with mischievous intent.

Facing Fang Can’s gaze, the soft sword remained oblivious, wriggling slightly, urging him to pour his mental image into it quickly.

“I’ll have to ask you to endure a little discomfort,” Fang Can suppressed the urge to laugh.

“Suppress it… suppress it again… but how could one possibly hold back laughter at something so absurd?”

Making a sword fall in love with him? It was too amusing—he wanted to burst into laughter.

At this moment, Fang Can could no longer tell whether he was using the Dragon-Feng Twin Pendant to break the space—or simply to test its effect.

“I’ll hold off laughing until forty seconds!”

Fang Can thought to himself, with not the slightest doubt about whether he could use it on Zi Ling Sword.

After all, Zi Ling Sword had been confirmed by AT field analysis as a female sword.

The Dragon-Feng Twin Pendant only required use on the opposite sex; Zi Ling didn’t even share the same species or material—it was alien in ways beyond measure.

The next instant, blinding light erupted from the carved dragon and phoenix pattern on Bai Yu, silently enveloping Zi Ling Sword.

In the void, a red thread extended unidirectionally from the sword’s hilt to Fang Can’s wrist.

At the other end, temporal power acted upon Fang Can’s physical body, rapidly consuming his lifespan.

As his lifespan dwindled, Fang Can clearly felt the changes in his body.

White hair spread like vines from the back of his head, growing until it reached his waist.

His originally eighteen-year-old, slightly childish face matured, finally settling into the appearance of a twenty-two-year-old.

If the boy had once been somewhat soft in demeanor, he was now a sunlit, rugged young man.

His face had been reshaped by an invisible chisel—the gentle contours of his youth replaced by sharp, cliff-like cheekbones, his jawline carved into a razor-edged arc.

Block-like muscles, dense with power capable of toppling heaven and earth, had grown; his height surged from 1.8 meters to 1.9 meters.

As his height surged, his spine cracked like glaciers splitting—his 1.9-meter frame tore through his old clothing.

When the final trace of temporal force seeped into his flesh, shadows cast by his lowered lashes flickered with molten-red light.

As he raised his arm, the muscles rippled like a slumbering dragon’s spine awakening—as if even emptiness would kneel before this perfected male form.

“Is this my body after a century of slumber?”

Fang Can observed his right hand, feeling the mountain-tide power surge as his fingers clenched.

In his mind-sea, the once golden, brilliant light was now engulfed by thick black flame, transformed into a pure, negative black sun.

His Pride Gate had not yet been crossed.

Now, his body had leapt forward a century in time, and accumulated negative emotions had fully saturated his flesh.

“Fifth Transformation? No… not yet.”

Fang Can realized—he still felt the suppression of the Sixth Transformation; in raw power alone, he was still inferior to the Fifth Transformation.

Tssss—

With a light tug, he tore open the tight-fitting outer garment clinging to his body, revealing sharply defined muscles.

Fang Can’s crimson gaze fixed on the empty space before him—his power was fully gathered.

“Let’s see if my current strength can finally shatter this barrier.”

With this thought, endless black energy spilled outward like overflowing water.

It was Fang Can’s AT field—now tainted by his mind’s complete corruption from pride, its mental image began to ooze with evil, domineering energy.

Instantly, the AT field filled the entire five-meter space and continued spreading outward.

Overloaded, the field saturated the space; the Qiankun Yi Qi Bag acted like a pressure cooker, sealing every ounce of pressure inside without leakage.

At this moment, the boy’s clothing clung to his body like a second skin under the field’s pressure.

Even a Third Transformation warrior entering this space would be crushed into pulp in an instant—but Fang Can moved with ease, as if soaking in a warm bath.

Then, the boy slowly raised his right arm, terrifying power gathering within.

Creak… creak… creak—

As he lifted his arm, the entire inner space of the Qiankun Yi Qi Bag cracked with fragile, stressed lines, as if barely holding together.

“Pressure is built—now, just wait for the explosion!”

Fang Can’s face turned icy; his right fist poised—then he struck with all his might.

This punch was faster than ever; beneath his fist, the entire AT field within the space boiled instantly, pressure surging to its maximum.

BOOM—

A muffled thunderclap echoed through the space, as if ten thousand lightning strikes detonated simultaneously.

Everything within the space was shattered by the terrifying force—large portions of the space were obliterated by Fang Can’s right fist.

Outside, the Qiankun Yi Qi Bag was carried at the waist by the nun Shuode.

The battle within had reached its fever pitch—Xuan Xu spat blood as he fought the increasingly powerful Golden-Maned Lion King, the Buddha’s phantom on the verge of collapse.

Other Grand Masters looked worn out, showing signs of defeat; of the three Grand Masters fighting Dongfang Wuji, two were now shredded into bloody fragments.

Only He Chong and He Miao of Kunlun Sect, relying on their elemental-immortal bodies, had prolonged the battle.

But with two Grand Masters dead and two holding off enemies, the remaining four were overwhelmed by the Four Grand Masters of the Demon Cult.

Those below Third Transformation were being slaughtered at terrifying speed by Wei Yi, the Fourth Transformation.

“Is heaven determined to destroy the righteous path?”

Xuan Xu murmured a Buddhist chant, sorrow flashing in his eyes—over a thousand had already died; everywhere, blades flashed and screams echoed.

He slammed his palm against the Golden-Maned Lion King lunging at him; the force swept everything within five zhang into oblivion.

But this blow had exhausted his entire mental image—his Dharma Body shattered, revealing his true self.

Unless his qi flowed again after ten breaths, he could not reform his golden body—he could only fight with pure flesh.

(End of Chapter)