Chapter 329: Personality Excretion

Standing atop the cloud peak, facing the gaze of the entire crowd.

Fang Shi could clearly feel his own difference!

Everyone experiences this to some extent.

That is, after staring at a single character for too long, one suddenly feels they no longer recognize it, seeing only abstract lines.

This is the phenomenon where, after prolonged exposure to the same visual, auditory, or other sensory stimuli, the brain generates a sense of unfamiliarity toward that stimulus due to neural fatigue.

Science explains this phenomenon as semantic saturation.

But today we shall not speak of science!

In short, after more than a decade of seclusion, Fang Shi has completely forgotten how to kill.

Wu Gong, techniques, life and death—all cast aside!

Yes, truly cast aside!

If, for her former self, killing was like an instinct, a part of life!

Then at this moment, Fang Shi has excreted that entire personality!

Just as with the previous "seeing without looking," she has realized the true essence of "killing without killing"!

That excreted personality has completely merged into this heaven and earth!

Everything is purely instinctual, as if this heaven and earth were protecting her.

No need to draw a sword; enemies themselves will be slain by invisible blades.

No need to take a step; the body will move freely to the correct position.

Even the thought of killing will not arise; the enemy is already dead, all malice blocked outside!

But that formless power ultimately differs from the power of heaven and earth, so to distinguish it.

Fang Shi named that void personality—Stand User!

Looking at the youth before her, Fang Shi's originally aged features gradually restored, slowly returning to her once peerless splendor.

Now gazing intently at the young man before her, her tone brimmed with barely concealed excitement:

"I can feel it; the opportunity to break through to the Immortal Realm lies within you!"

"I am about to die of old age; it could be tonight or the next breath."

"I originally intended to do something for the Holy Sect before dying, slaughtering the Liuda Sect and the hundred thousand iron cavalry below waiting to act as a fisherman."

"But having met you today, all other matters are no longer a concern."

Fang Shi felt the blood in her veins gradually boiling: "Come on, a life-and-death struggle until the last person falls."

"Sect Leader..." Yang Xiao stared blankly at the woman before her, about to speak.

But she heard Fang Shi's cold rebuke: "Get lost! Do not hinder me!"

Whoosh—

By the time she reacted, her body had already been shifted back into the Demonic Path camp.

This sudden move made Fang Can's expression turn serious: "This is not inheritance? Finally, something interesting!"

"I have decided to take back my earlier words; in this world, there are still some decent people worth noticing."

In the distance, within the Righteous Path camp, Zhang Yuanqiao of Wudang shouted:

"Hero Fang, be careful; Fang Shi is guarded by invisible blades; she may have reached the seventh layer of the legendary Qi Kun Da Nuo!"

"Qi Kun Da Nuo?" Fang Can paused slightly.

"If you wish to learn, I will teach you everything after your victory, and even the entire Holy Sect will be under your rule!"

Fang Shi spoke with utter indifference, but immediately her eyes turned dark: "But you must first kill me!"

As her words fell, her body made no movement yet vanished silently from her original spot.

Like a spatial warp, she appeared before Fang Can, then her slender right palm struck toward Fang Can's chest at a terrifying speed!

'You want to test me in strength, do you?'

Fang Can sneered, his left claw releasing the skull of the Golden-Haired Lion King, while his right palm slammed out fiercely.

Boom—

Visible shockwaves rippled outward, like two meteors colliding in midair.

On one side was the black aura of Fang Can's force field; on the other, white air currents.

A thunderclap-like sound roared overhead; so close was the impact that the Golden-Haired Lion King's ears bled, its body blown away by the shockwave.

Under the massive impact, the entire cloud peak trembled violently, seemingly on the verge of collapse.

Yet after the palm strike, in everyone's sight, both stood firm in place, not retreating a single inch.

In this clash of force against force, they were evenly matched!

But in the next instant, Fang Can's eyes narrowed; he sidestepped and shifted one step.

Where he had stood, a sword mark stretching dozens of zhang appeared.

And this was not the end; from the void, eighteen weapons—blades, spears, swords, halberds—successively struck toward him.

Every strike was heavy and powerful, like the King of Hell's soul-snatching hook; even a Fourth Turn would struggle to withstand it.

But Fang Can could!

He suddenly looked up, fists clenched tight, raising his head to meet the skyward slashes with upward punches.

His legs rooted to the ground, his fists hammered out like heavy artillery barrages.

Boom Boom Boom!!!

In an instant, the earth groaned under unbearable strain.

Fang Can's fists became a sky full of fist shadows; each punch formed a visible vacuum pillar colliding with those blade auras and sword qi.

With every punch, the terrifying recoil was fully released through the force field onto the cloud peak beneath his feet.

The martial heroes present felt the earth beneath their feet trem violently as if a subterranean dragon had turned over; immediately, under Fang Can's trampling, it began to sink bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Merely by punching upward with sky-piercing force, he had actually crushed the entire Cloud Summit flat!

The collision between the fist pillar and the formless force created waves of Qi, and the weaker martial artists nearby were directly blown away from the Cloud Summit by the shockwaves.

"What is going on? Did a subterranean dragon turn over on the mountain peak?"

At the foot of Demon Peak, a fierce woman clad in armor stood surrounded by ten thousand soldiers.

Dozens of corpses lay fallen ahead, all righteous cultivators who had seen the situation turn unfavorable and tried to slip down from the mountain peak.

But at this moment, the woman and the ten thousand soldiers around her all looked up at the mountain peak piercing the clouds.

The originally ethereal clouds were completely shattered; the air was like water, with ripples visible to the naked eye spreading out from the mountain summit.

Relying on her keen eyesight, she could also occasionally see a dozen or so martial artists being blown out from the summit like ants swept up by a gale.

This destructive power of battle—you tell me a martial artist could do this?

Let alone these Imperial Guards, even the Grand Masters present found it hard to believe: why was the gap so huge when both were Fourth Turn?

This scene, like a natural disaster, was deeply imprinted in their minds.

But at this moment, neither of them could be measured by this world; the Sixth Turn restriction could only suppress the Fourth Turn, and once power reached the Fifth Turn, it would be completely useless.

Fang Can, needless to say, was a heaven-sent cheat who, in the guise of the Second Turn, had gambled his life for a hundred years.

His representative work, "My Talent of Reversing Misfortune into Fortune," won first place in the Multiverse Essay Competition.

And Dongfang Wuji was a genius rarely seen in this world.

Although her limit was approaching, she was only one step away from the Fifth Turn, that is, the realm of Half-Step Fifth Turn Peak Perfection.

Her personal resume could even warrant a separate essay of over a thousand words about her alone.

Although she still had not reached the Fifth Turn realm, the suppression of this world upon her was becoming increasingly obscure, gradually revealing a sliver of the destructive power she truly possessed.

These two in this world were simply new players fishing in a beginner lobby.

Now that they had met, it became uncontrollable; the aftermath of their battle nearly toppled the mountain peak.

And atop the mountain peak, two figures were constantly shifting and flashing, clashing and colliding.

The originally solid earth beneath their feet had developed dozens of irregular circular craters of various sizes due to their battle, looking like a war zone covered in artillery fire.

Seizing a gap, Fang Can's right fist, carrying the immense force capable of toppling a mountain, smashed hard into Dongfang Wuji's back.

But as the terrifying force struck, Dongfang Wuji's figure did not tremble in the slightest.

Amidst the tremendous roar, the buildings piled before her were blown apart by Fang Can's palm wind.

A fine line of blood appeared on Fang Can's chest, but before fresh blood could overflow, it sealed shut again.

That was because, during the gap in his attack, blades had sliced through his skin.

Although he had taken some damage, the brief exchange allowed Fang Can to understand this person's abilities.

First, the Seventh Layer of Qi Kun Da Nuo allowed Dongfang Wuji to completely strip away all concepts related to the martial arts from herself.

That concept, possessing Dongfang Wuji's power, could move within a range of ten zhang around Dongfang Wuji.

At the same time, every attack could manifest different formless weapons based on Dongfang Wuji's past studies to fight the enemy.

Since the persona was formless and intangible, there were no traces of attack to be seen; one could only dodge by intuition, and since the clone represented Dongfang Wuji's spiritual aspect, even if scattered, it would reassemble.

Add the true self, and it was equivalent to two people attacking him simultaneously!

And Dongfang Wuji herself was even more troublesome than the invisible clone, because besides the clone, she also possessed a legacy!

Yes, this so-called clone was not Dongfang Wuji's legacy, but merely a technique for splitting the self.

Dongfang Wuji's true legacy was called 【Gazing at the Moon Across the Mountain】.

Simply put, her body only served to transmit force.

A fist striking Dongfang Wuji's face would have its force explode one hundred percent from the back of her head; Dongfang Wuji's body was like the mountain in the phrase "hitting the ox across the mountain," unable to bear the force.

That is to say, at this moment, Dongfang Wuji had five layers of defense stacked upon her.

For a fist to injure Dongfang Wuji, one must first break the force-shifting of the clone's Qi Kun Da Nuo, then shatter the clone's defense.

Because only by shattering the clone first could one make contact with Dongfang Wuji.

And after shattering the clone, what you face is Dongfang Wuji's own force-shifting, Gazing at the Moon Across the Mountain, and the defense of her hard-body cultivation.

Only by breaking through these five layers of defense at once could one truly injure Dongfang Wuji's true body.

Just like the name of her legacy, to injure Dongfang Wuji was like gazing at the moon through five mountain ranges.

Most Fourth Turns couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes, let alone injure her.

In the past, for those body-refining martial artists, everyone would praise them by calling them turtle shells.

But the current Dongfang Wuji was simply like a blood ox stacked with five layers of turtle shell!

(End of Chapter)