Chapter 335: Fang Can Splits and Replicates Himself

Pupils reflected the black-and-white light burst rising into the sky, wreathed in black electric currents.

Every person in the city felt their minds go blank, their throats convulsing yet unable to produce a sound, as if an invisible giant hand had clamped down on their necks.

If this was true, then their Son of Heaven… had just died?

With this thought, a top-down perspective implanted itself into every mind.

Through the transmission of mind-image, they saw the ruins of the Taiji Hall, as if struck by a missile strike.

The once magnificent hall had become a massive meteor crater, everything within a hundred meters reduced to dust.

Under the terrifying blow of Fang Can, akin to the power of heaven and earth, dread of death clung to every heart.

The Son of Heaven has already fallen first—then who will be next?

Soon, they watched as the sky exploded like a supernova, countless specks of black-and-white qi falling toward the earth.

“Boom Boom Boom—”

Explosive roars erupted across the entire city, triggering waves of panic.

Through the mind-image, they learned that all those affected were bloodlines of the contemporary Liyang Imperial Family.

Moments later, the commotion ceased, and a mind-image arose in everyone’s mind with a cold notification.

【In half an hour, I will appear at the Taiji Hall. Everyone must come.】

As the words ended, Fang Can severed the connection, raising his hand to reveal a simple, ancient Buddhist rosary.

This was the rosary given to him by the abbot of the Fanyin Treasure Monastery, inscribed with the method to break the Heavenly Eye Technique.

But since Chi Xiao was taken away, he had stored it away unused—now he would reverse-engineer its secret method.

Yes, by countering the Heavenly Eye Technique, he would deduce the Heavenly Eye Technique itself.

Then, through the Heavenly Eye Technique, he would extrapolate the first-layer effect of the Buddhist Mind-Reading Technique.

When you do something, do it best. Since he had promised to rule this nation, Fang Can would never treat it carelessly.

In the end, if he handed over a defective product, even his own pride would not accept it.

Though he could only remain in this world for about a month.

But the nation he built must not collapse until at least a hundred years after he left this world.

If so, wouldn’t it be most effective to directly observe people’s inner thoughts through the telepathic effect of the Mind-Reading Technique?

The next instant, a torrent of wills poured into the rosary, beginning to reverse-engineer the Heavenly Eye Technique and construct Mind-Reading data.

This Mind-Reading data was designed only to hear the voices of commoners, limited to the first-layer realm of “seeing mountains but not mountains,” so it was relatively simple to construct.

As time passed, relying on Fang Can’s half-step Fifth-Transformation thinking speed, he fully mastered it in less than half an hour.

Thousands of thoughts flashed in his eyes; the wills of all living beings below now lay fully within his sight.

Joy, fear, excitement, lust, killing intent…

‘Truly, human hearts are treacherous…’

Gazing at the city below, Fang Can’s eyes flickered with impatience.

These people’s thoughts were disgustingly filthy—mostly negative. Look at too much, and your eyes would grow thorns.

And why were most of them fantasizing about him? Had they never seen a man before?

Those women, terrified yet excited—what kind of masochists were they? So base.

Fang Can exhaled deeply, then his eyes took on a mocking glint.

For soon, the billions of beings beneath his feet would kneel before him in a grand social experiment.

‘Let me see what effect my supreme power can produce on this ancient feudal dynasty within a month.’

With this thought, Fang Can seized his full head of white hair and yanked with powerful hands.

Tssss—

With this motion, from the neck upward, his entire head was torn clean off his shoulders.

Head separated from body, he then cradled his own head in his arms.

Upon feeling his head detach, Fang Can’s consciousness should have instantly shifted from the head to his main body.

This was the fundamental logic he had embedded within his body.

Consciousness always resided in the largest trunk of the body, and the body would grow to perfection.

All other flesh, the moment separated from the self, would automatically erase its backup consciousness—only upon re-linking with the original could memory be restored.

But now, this instinct was violently suppressed by Fang Can’s will.

Though body and brain were separated, Fang Can’s primary will now resided entirely within the head.

Immediately, the head grew and expanded at visible speed, regenerating another self.

Of course, since the head was forcibly catalyzed into a full body, its power was only ten percent of the original.

But due to the 【Unyielding Resilience】 trait, his body would return to peak condition—in less than an incense stick’s burn, his strength would restore to normal.

At this moment, in outer space, two figures stood facing each other.

Their bodies were identical in size; the only difference was one had a head, the other did not.

Fang Can looked at the headless body before him, and with a thought, the body began to twist and deform.

Soon, the body transformed into a prismatic white crystal, floating in the sky.

‘This is enough.’ Fang Can smiled as he gazed at the crystal formed from his own flesh.

Next, he would descend to the ground himself—once there, the Sixth-Transformation suppression would be too strong for him to cause such destruction directly.

So he would turn his flesh into a satellite, remotely monitoring the entire imperial capital through this body via Mind-Reading.

Then, he would project every person’s thoughts and desires from Fang Can’s satellite directly into his own mind.

Thus, he would comprehend the entire city’s collective thoughts—and if any rebellion arose, he could strike from low orbit with remote precision.

After considering the cleanup operations for other cities, Fang Can paused, then issued another command to the satellite: consume surrounding matter to self-replicate.

But as this thought formed, matter within thousands of li trembled—forcing Fang Can to forcibly halt it.

He had forgotten one fact: his current physical mass was already far more terrifying than that of an entire city.

His usual rapid recovery was because every martial artist was a living wish machine.

All energy for recovery came from the martial artist’s own spiritual power, not external sources.

He was both a martial artist and a healing-type superpower user—that was why he could achieve this.

But Fang Can’s satellite, now reduced to flesh, had no heart—it was a one-time disposable product.

If bound by the backward law of conservation of energy, he would need to consume the mass of dozens of cities to regrow one copy of himself.

Helplessly, Fang Can abandoned the idea of satellite self-replication.

Even with only one satellite, it was temporarily sufficient.

(End of Chapter)