Chapter 329: Personality Excretion

Standing atop the cloud summit, facing the gaze of all present.

Dongfang Wuji could clearly feel her own difference!

Everyone has had this experience, to some degree.

That is, staring too long at a single word makes you suddenly feel you no longer recognize it, as if it were merely abstract lines.

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

Science calls this phenomenon semantic saturation.

But today we’re not talking about science!

After more than a decade of seclusion, Dongfang Wuji had completely forgotten how to kill.

She had cast aside all martial arts, techniques, life and death!

Yes, truly cast aside!

If, for her former self, killing had been instinctual, a part of life itself!

Then now, Dongfang Wuji had excreted that aspect of her personality!

Just as she had previously mastered “not-looking while seeing,” she now understood the true essence of “not-killing while killing.”

The excreted personality had fully merged into this world of heaven and earth!

Everything unfolded as instinct, as if the heavens and earth themselves were protecting her.

No sword needed to be drawn—enemies would die by invisible blades.

No step needed to be taken—her body would move freely to the correct position.

Even the thought of killing would not arise before the enemy was already dead, all malice barred from her.

But that invisible force was ultimately different from the power of heaven and earth, so to distinguish it,

Dongfang Wuji named that void-like personality—Stand-in Messenger!

Looking at the young man before her, Dongfang Wuji’s once-ancient face slowly restored itself, gradually returning to its former peerless splendor.

Her eyes blazed as she fixed them on the boy, her voice brimming with unmistakable excitement:

“I can feel—the opportunity to break through to Immortal Realm lies within you!”

“I’m about to die of old age—perhaps tonight, perhaps in the next breath.”

“I originally intended to do one last thing for the Holy Sect before I died: kill the Six Sects and the hundred thousand iron cavalry waiting below like vultures.”

“But today I met you—everything else no longer matters.”

Dongfang Wuji felt her blood slowly boiling in her veins: “Come. Fight with all your strength—until the last man stands.”

“Master…” Yang Xiao stared blankly at the woman before him, about to speak.

But he heard Dongfang Wuji’s cold rebuke: “Get out! Don’t hinder me!”

Shhh—

By the time she realized it, her body had already been teleported back into the Demon Cult’s ranks.

This sudden move made Fang Can’s expression turn serious: “This isn’t just an inheritance? Finally, something interesting!”

“I retract my earlier words—there are still worthy people in this world.”

Far away, in the Righteous Alliance’s camp, Zhang Yuanqiao of Wudang called out:

“Fang Shaoxia, be careful—there are invisible swords and knives guarding Dongfang Wuji. She may have reached the seventh level of the legendary Qi Kun Da Nuo Yi!”

“Qi Kun Da Nuo Yi?” Fang Can blinked in surprise.

“If you want to learn it, I’ll teach it all to you after you win—even the entire Holy Sect will be yours to rule!”

Dongfang Wuji spoke carelessly, but then her gaze darkened: “But first, you must kill me.”

As she spoke, her body made no motion—yet vanished silently from her spot.

Like a spatial leap, she appeared before Fang Can, and her slender right palm struck his chest at a speed too swift to comprehend!

‘You want to test strength with me?’

Fang Can sneered, released his grip on the Golden Lion King’s skull, and slammed his right palm forward.

Boom—

A visible shockwave erupted, like two meteorites colliding midair.

One side: Fang Can’s black aura from his force field; the other: a white stream of energy.

A thunderous crack echoed overhead; the Golden Lion King’s ears bled from the proximity, his body flung away by the blast.

Under the immense impact, the entire cloud summit trembled violently, as if on the verge of collapse.

After the palm clash, before all eyes, both stood rooted in place, not an inch moved back.

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

But in the next instant, Fang Can’s eyes narrowed—he sidestepped a single pace.

Where he had stood, a sword scar stretched dozens of zhang long.

And this was not the end—within the void, spears, halberds, swords, and eighteen weapons struck one after another.

Each blow carried crushing force, like the Reaper’s soul-snatching strike—even a Fourth Transformation could not withstand it.

But Fang Can could.

He snapped his head up, clenched his fists, and punched upward toward the descending strikes from the sky.

His legs rooted into the earth, his fists hammered like continuous artillery barrages.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

Instantly, the earth groaned under unbearable strain.

Fang Can’s fists became a storm of shadowy blows, each forming visible vacuum columns that clashed with the sword and spear qi.

As he punched, the terrifying recoil channeled entirely through his force field into the cloud summit beneath his feet.

The martial artists on the scene felt the ground beneath them shudder like a dragon rising from the earth—and under Fang Can’s stomping, it visibly sank downward.

Merely by punching upward, he had crushed the entire cloud summit beneath him!

The collisions between his punch columns and the invisible force generated successive shockwaves, flinging weaker martial artists off the summit.

“What the hell is going on? Is the mountain top having an earthquake?”

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

Dozens of corpses lay before her—all righteous sect members who had tried to flee down the mountain.

But now the woman, along with her ten thousand soldiers, stared up at the towering peak.

The once-misty clouds had been utterly shattered; the air rippled like water, visible concentric waves spreading from the summit.

With her sharp eyesight, she could even see occasional groups of martial artists flung from the peak like ants caught in a hurricane.

You’re telling me this destruction was caused by mere martial artists?

Not just the imperial guards—even the Grand Masters present couldn’t believe it. How could two Fourth Transformations differ so drastically?

This cataclysmic scene burned itself into their minds.

But neither of these two could be measured by this world’s standards—the Sixth Transformation restriction only suppressed Fourth Transformation; once power reached Fifth Transformation, it became meaningless.

Fang Can, of course, was born with a divine cheat—having spent a hundred years’ lifespan to rise from Second Transformation.

His masterpiece, “My Fortune-Turns-After-Despair Talent,” won first prize in the Multiverse Essay Contest.

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

Though her time was nearly spent, she stood just one step from Fifth Transformation—the peak of Half-Fifth Transformation, Perfect and Complete.

Her personal history could fill a thousand-word essay all on its own.

Though she had not yet reached Fifth Transformation, the world’s suppression of her grew increasingly feeble, revealing faint traces of her true destructive power.

These two in this world were like veterans spamming a new player match.

Now that they had met, the battle spiraled beyond control—the aftershocks nearly toppled the mountain.

Above the peak, two figures darted and clashed continuously.

The once-solid ground beneath their feet was pockmarked with dozens of irregular circular craters, as if bombarded by artillery.

Seizing an opening, Fang Can’s right fist, carrying force enough to topple the mountain, slammed into Dongfang Wuji’s back.

But the terrifying force struck—and Dongfang Wuji’s body didn’t tremble at all.

Amid the deafening roar, the buildings before her exploded under Fang Can’s palm wind.

A fine line of blood appeared on Fang Can’s chest—but before it could bleed out, it sealed shut again.

It was the invisible swords and knives that had sliced his skin during his attack’s brief gap.

Though slightly wounded, the brief exchange had revealed to Fang Can the nature of her ability.

First, the seventh level of Qi Kun Da Nuo Yi allowed Dongfang Wuji to completely sever all her martial concepts from herself.

These concepts, carrying Dongfang Wuji’s own power, could move freely within a ten-zhang radius.

Each attack could manifest different invisible weapons based on Dongfang Wuji’s past learning.

Since the personality was formless and intangible, no attack trajectory could be seen—only instinct could dodge; the Stand-in Messenger represented Dongfang Wuji’s spiritual aspect, and even if shattered, it would reform.

Combined with her true self, it meant two attackers struck him simultaneously!

And Dongfang Wuji herself was even more troublesome than the invisible Stand-in Messenger, for beyond the Stand-in, she possessed an inheritance!

Yes, this so-called Stand-in was not Dongfang Wuji’s inheritance—it was merely a technique of self-splitting.

Dongfang Wuji’s true inheritance was called [Gazing at the Moon Beyond the Mountain].

Simply put, her body served only as a conduit for force.

If a fist struck Dongfang Wuji’s face, the force exploded entirely from the back of her head—her body acted like the mountain in “striking the ox across the mountain,” absorbing no impact.

In other words, Dongfang Wuji now had five layers of defense stacked upon her.

To hurt Dongfang Wuji, the fist must first break through the shifting force of the Substitute Body Qiankun Dayi, then shatter the substitute’s defense.

Only after shattering the substitute can one reach Dongfang Wuji.

After shattering the substitute, you must face Dongfang Wuji’s own force-shifting, Remote Moon Gazing, and his hardened body defense.

Only by breaking through all five layers of defense in one go can you truly harm Dongfang Wuji’s true body.

As her inherited name suggests, harming Dongfang Wuji is like gazing at the moon through five mountain ranges.

Most fourth-transformation cultivators cannot even touch her sleeve, let alone harm her.

In the past, martial artists who cultivated the body were praised as having turtle shells.

Now, Dongfang Wuji is like a blood ox stacked with five layers of turtle armor!

(End of Chapter)