Chapter 335: Fang Can's Self-Splitting and Multiplication

His pupils reflected the black-and-white explosion shooting skyward, wreathed in black lightning.

At this moment, the brains of everyone in the city went completely blank; their throats convulsed but no sound emerged, as if an invisible giant hand had choked them.

If this is true, does that mean their Holy Emperor... has passed away?

Along with this thought, a top-down perspective was implanted into everyone's mind.

Through the transmission of mind-images, they saw the ruins of the Taiji Hall, as if bombed by missiles.

The originally magnificent Yongle Dadian had turned into a massive crater; everything within a hundred meters in all directions had been reduced to dust.

At this moment, struck by Fang Can's blow of heavenly power, a terrifying fear of death lingered in everyone's hearts.

Your Majesty has already led from the front; who will be next?

Soon, they watched helplessly as the sky, like a stellar explosion, saw countless stardust composed of black and white qi fall toward the earth.

"Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom—"

Countless booming explosions came from all over the city, stirring up a wave of panic.

Through the mind-images, they learned that all those affected were the bloodline of the contemporary Liyang imperial family.

After a few breaths, the commotion subsided, and a mind-image rose in everyone's mind, delivering a cold notification.

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

As the words ended, Fang Can voluntarily severed the connection; with a wave of his hand, an ancient Buddhist bead appeared in his palm.

This was the Buddhist bead given by the abbot of the Fan Yin Precious Temple, inside which the method to counter the Heavenly Eye was engraved.

But ever since Chixiao was taken away, he had kept this bead stored away without using it; now, however, he intended to use it to reverse-engineer the secret technique within.

Yes, by deducing the Heavenly Eye through the counter-method of the Heavenly Eye.

Then, through the Heavenly Eye, to infer the effect of the first layer of the Buddhist Mind-Reading Art by analogy.

One must do things to the best of one's ability; since he had promised to rule this nation, Fang Can naturally could not simply muddle through.

If he ultimately handed over a defective product, even his own arrogance could not accept it.

Although he could only stay in this world for about a month.

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

In that case, would it not be most effective to directly observe the voices in the people's hearts through the Mind-Reading Art's resonance effect?

In the next instant, a vast torrent of will projected into the Buddhist bead, beginning to reverse-engineer the Heavenly Eye and establish data for the Mind-Reading Art.

The Mind-Reading Art data established this time was merely to listen to the voices of the common people; it was only the first layer, the mountain realm where one sees the mountain not as a mountain, so its establishment was relatively simple.

As time passed bit by bit, relying on Fang Can's thought speed of half-step Fifth Transformation, he fully mastered it in less than half an hour.

Countless thoughts flashed in his eyes; the wills of the beings below were now all brought into his sight.

Joy, fear, excitement, lust, killing intent...

'Truly, the human heart is a den of ghosts...'

Gazing at the city below, a hint of impatience flashed in Fang Can's eyes.

These people's thoughts were simply too filthy; most were negative; looking at them too long would make one's eyes bleed.

Moreover, most were aroused in their hearts toward him—what is this? Have they never seen a man before?

Those women, fearful yet excited at the same time—what kind of masochists are they? How utterly base!

Exhaling deeply, a hint of mockery appeared in Fang Can's eyes.

Because next, the billions of beings on the stars beneath his feet would all prostrate themselves before him for a grand social experiment.

'Let me see what kind of effect my supreme power can create on this ancient feudal dynasty within a month.'

With this thought, Fang Can grabbed his own head full of white hair and, with strong, powerful hands, yanked it violently.

Rrrrip—

With this motion, the entire head above the neck was directly torn off from the shoulders.

Body and brain separated; subsequently, he personally held his own head in his arms.

Upon feeling the head separate from the body, Fang Can's consciousness should have directly transferred from the head to the main body.

This was the underlying logic he had set within the body.

Consciousness always resides in the largest trunk of the body and grows the body to perfection.

The remaining flesh, at the instant of separation from the self, automatically destroys the backed-up consciousness; memory can only be re-stored after re-linking with the original body.

But at this moment, this instinct was firmly suppressed by Fang Can's consciousness.

Although the flesh and brain were separated, Fang Can's main will was completely stored within the brain.

Immediately, the brain grew and expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, regrowing a body for itself.

Of course, since the head forcibly catalyzed the entire body, its strength was merely 10% of the original.

But due to the trait 【Unyielding Fortitude】, his body would return to its optimal state; within the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, his strength would fully recover to normal.

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

These figures were identical in size; the only difference was that one had a head and the other did not.

Fang Can looked at the headless body before him; with a slight movement of his thought, the body before him began to twist and deform bit by bit.

Immediately, the body before him transformed into a rhombic white crystal, floating in the sky.

'This is sufficient.' Fang Can looked at the crystal composed of his own flesh and blood before him, a slight smile appearing on his face.

Next, he would personally go to the ground; once on the ground, due to the suppression of the Sixth Transformation being too severe, he would be unable to cause destruction of this magnitude directly.

Therefore, he would directly turn his flesh and blood into a satellite, remotely monitoring the entire imperial city in real-time through this body using the Mind-Reading Art.

Then, project everyone's thoughts and ideas from the Fang Can satellite into his own mind.

In this way, he would know the thoughts and ideas of the entire city; if there was any rebellion, he could simply use the satellite to conduct a beyond-visual-range strike from low Earth orbit.

After considering the suppression work for other cities next, Fang Can pondered for a moment, then continued to issue another command to the satellite, ordering it to consume surrounding matter for self-replication.

But with that thought, matter for thousands of li in every direction trembled, forcing Fang Can to forcibly suppress the idea.

He had just overlooked a fact: at this moment, the actual mass of his physical body was far more terrifying than the volume of an entire city.

The reason his recovery speed was so fast normally was that every martial artist was a human wish-granting machine.

All the energy recovered came from the martial artist's own spiritual power, borrowing nothing from external sources.

And since he was both a martial artist and a healing-type superpower user, he possessed this kind of performance.

But Fang Can's satellite, now turned into a lump of flesh, naturally had no heart; it was a one-time consumable product.

If he relied on the backward law of conservation of energy, he would have to devour the mass of dozens of cities just to grow one self back in a one-to-one ratio.

Helplessly, Fang Can could only abandon the idea of having the satellite self-replicate for now.

Although there was only one satellite, it would suffice for the time being.

(End of this chapter)