Chapter 325: Fang Can in the Mature Stage

Floating in the gravityless chaotic void.

With no distinction of up, down, left, or right, and no recognition of time or light, Fang Can held the Dragon-Phoenix Heart-Matching Pendant in his hand.

The suppression of the Six Transformations in this realm applies to both martial artists and ritual vessels; Fang Can's lifespan changed from 300 years to 100 years, which is three times his talent.

And the effect of the Dragon-Phoenix Heart-Matching Pendant after use at this moment has also been reduced from 100 years to 33 years.

Relying on the faint light appearing on his body surface, Fang Can looked down at the jade pendant in his hand.

The only problem next is where to find a female to use it on and force her to fall in love with him.

In this space, obviously, no female would come to him on her own.

So, when Fang Can entered, he also brought along a little girl of several thousand years old, don't you say—Ziling Sword!

In the next instant, Fang Can drew the Ziling from his waist, a malicious smile in his eyes.

Facing Fang Can's male gaze, this soft sword, unaware of anything, twisted slightly, signaling him to quickly infuse it with his Heart-Image.

'Need to make you suffer a little.' Fang Can barely suppressed the urge to laugh.

'Suppress it. Suppress it even more. But how could such a "funny" thing be suppressed any longer?'

Making a sword fall in love with oneself was truly too interesting, making him want to burst out laughing.

At this moment, Fang Can could no longer distinguish whether he was using this Dragon-Phoenix Heart-Matching Pendant to break the space or just wanted to test its effect.

'I'll just wait to laugh until after 40 seconds!'

Fang Can thought in his heart, having not the slightest doubt about whether he could use it on the Ziling soft sword.

After all, this Ziling Sword had been verified by the AT Field as a female sword.

The Dragon-Phoenix Heart-Matching Pendant only requires use on a female; this Ziling, let alone being of a different race or material, is unknown how female it is.

In the next instant, blinding light emanated from the dragon-carved and phoenix-painted pattern on Bai Yu, silently enveloping the Ziling Sword.

In the void, a red line connected unidirectionally from the sword hilt to Fang Can's wrist.

And at the other end, the power of time acted on Fang Can's flesh, beginning to consume his lifespan frantically.

As his lifespan flowed away, Fang Can could clearly feel the changes in his body.

A head of white hair spread like vines behind his head, extending all the way to his waist.

His originally eighteen-year-old, slightly immature face advanced toward maturity, finally settling on the appearance of a twenty-two-year-old.

If the original youth was somewhat feminine, then now he was the appearance of a sunny, sturdy young man.

His face was reshaped as if by an invisible carving knife; the soft cheekbone lines of youth receded, rising like rugged mountain ridges, and his jawbone narrowed into an arc carved by knife and axe.

Block-by-block distinct muscles contained power enough to overturn heaven and earth, and his height also exploded by ten centimeters from 1.8 meters, settling at 1.9 meters.

When his height exploded, his spine emitted a crisp sound like glaciers cracking, and his 1.9-meter body stretched the original clothes.

When the last wisp of time power seeped into his muscle fibers, the shadows cast by his eyelashes as he lowered his gaze danced with red light like molten lava.

As he raised his hand, the muscle groups rising and falling on his arm were like a sleeping dragon's spine awakening, as if even the void would kneel before this perfect male body.

'Is this my body after sleeping for a hundred years?'

Fang Can observed his right hand, feeling the power contained within his fingers as they closed, like mountains calling and seas roaring.

In his sea of consciousness, the originally golden, brilliant light was now wrapped by dense black flame currents, transforming into a purely negative black sun.

His gate of Pride had not yet been crossed.

Now that his body had suddenly leaped over a hundred years of time, the accumulated negative emotions had completely soaked into his body.

'Five Transformations? No, it should not have reached that yet.'

Fang Can made his judgment; he could still feel the suppression of the Six Transformations laws, and now in pure strength, he should still be inferior to the Five Transformations.

Ssshh—

He reached out and pulled gently, tearing open the tight outer clothes on his body to reveal block-by-block distinct muscles.

Fang Can's scarlet gaze stared at the void space before him; the power had already accumulated in place.

'Let me see if the power now can completely shatter the obstacles this space gives me.'

Accompanying this thought, a continuous stream of black qi began to spread outward like overflowing water.

That was Fang Can's AT Field; as his heart was thoroughly dyed by Pride, his Heart-Image, which was a reflection of his mind, also began to attach wisps of evil and domineering aura.

In an instant, the AT Field completely filled this five-meter square space and continued to spread outward.

Overloading the field to fill this space, the Qiankun One-Qi Bag was like a pressure cooker, wrapping all the pressure inside without leaking a single bit.

At this moment, the youth's clothes, under the pressure of the field, clung to his body like a tight suit.

Even if a Three Transformation martial artist entered this space, they would be crushed into meat paste in an instant by the extreme pressure, but Fang Can looked relaxed, as if taking a bath.

Immediately, the youth's right arm lifted bit by bit, with terrifying power gathering within it.

Crack crack crack—

As the movement compressed, the entire inner space of the Qiankun One-Qi Bag showed fine, fragile cracks under his raising hand, as if it was barely able to support itself.

'High pressure is ready; just waiting for the explosion!'

Fang Can's face was cold and stern; his right fist was poised to strike, and then he punched out fiercely.

This punch was faster than ever before; under his knuckles, the AT Field within the entire space instantly boiled, and the internal pressure accumulated to its maximum in an instant.

Boom—

A muffled thunder-like explosion echoed within the AT Field in the space, as if ten thousand thunders exploded at the same moment.

Everything within the entire space was impacted by terrifying power; large areas of space were shattered by Fang Can's right fist.

Outside, the Qiankun One-Qi Bag was currently being carried at the waist by the nun Shuobude.

At this moment, the battle within the field had entered a heated stage; Xuanxu spat fresh blood, fighting to a standstill with the increasingly powerful Jin Maoshi King, while the Buddha's phantom image was on the verge of collapse.

The other Grand Masters from the Geda Sect were also listless, showing signs of defeat; as for the three Grand Masters fighting Dongfang Wuji, two of them had already been sliced into a thousand pieces, turning into minced flesh.

If not for He Chong and He Miao from the Kunlun Sect relying on their immortal bodies through elementalization to delay, the battle situation would have ended long ago.

But with two Grand Masters fallen in battle and two others delaying the enemy, the remaining four facing the siege of the four Grand Masters of the Mo Sect were already stretched to their limits.

Those at the Third Turn and below were being slaughtered by Wei Yixiao, a Fourth Turn expert, at a frantic pace, their blood splattering the scene.

"Could it be that Heaven intends to destroy our Righteous Path?"

Xuanxu silently chanted a Buddhist mantra, a trace of sorrow flashing in his eyes; the death toll around him had long surpassed a thousand, with sword glints and screams everywhere.

He forcefully clashed palms with the Golden-Haired Lion King rushing at him from the side; as the force circulated, the palm wind swept away all debris within five zhang.

Yet that single strike had already exhausted his entire mental image; his Dharma Body shattered, revealing his True Self.

Unless the Qi begins to circulate again within ten breaths, he cannot reshape his Golden Body and can only fight with his pure physical flesh.

(End of this chapter)