Chapter 346: Great Expansion Shock

“Finally cleared it all!”

In the Main God Space, the air was now fresh, saturated with the sweet scent of blood.

Blood filled the entire space; a man radiating fierce bloodlust frowned deeply, raising his hand to shatter the corpses before him into dust.

Not long ago, some unknown Lunhui team had introduced a highly contagious meme into the Main God Space.

As a result, most teams within the Main God Space became infected.

By the time they realized it, the situation was already out of control, forcing them to resort to corpse-guarding methods to eliminate all low-tier teams.

Compared to the cost of erasing the meme, direct annihilation was far more practical.

Lunhuizhe below City-Level weren’t even worth using meme-erasing agents on.

The man turned his head to his companion, whose lips curled with a cynical smile, and asked: “Have you found the mission world where the meme originated?”

“The top figures have already interrogated it out—came from the world of ‘Celebration Day 5: The Human Purge.’”

“So it’s that movie? That makes sense.”

The fierce man’s brow relaxed slightly, then added: “I remember that world had a very high tier, and it wasn’t even finished yet.”

“Yes, and its system is fascinating—the senior elders have already decided to directly assign teams to enter that plane and complete the mission.”

“Plane Conquest Card?” the fierce man exclaimed in surprise.

“Correct. After entering that world and completing the Main God’s assigned task, you unlock a stable portal to that plane.”

“That’s quite a life.”

…

Dayan, at the edge of the Infinite Sea, waves surged endlessly across the shimmering expanse.

A figure suddenly appeared on the shore, his expression calm and carefree.

“Finally back,” Fang Can sighed, feeling the ease of returning home after a trip.

“Yes, last time I returned to Dayan was ten thousand years ago.”

A voice like silver bells rang beside Fang Can, making him exclaim in shock: “Wait, how did you follow me?”

“If I didn’t follow, who’d take you back to the secret realm to sever your karmic ties?”

Ying Han said matter-of-factly: “Besides, you’ve got the ‘Reversal of Fortune’ bound to you—sticking with you is the safest option. What if I get killed after we split up?”

“Fine, you can stick around. From now on, I’ll call you Medic Old Man… no, Medic Lady.”

Fang Can teased with a smile, nearly forgetting she was a ten-thousand-year-old female ghost.

“Are you thinking something extremely disrespectful?” Ying Han frowned, her dark brows knitting. “Ha Ji Can, looks like I really need to read your mind.”

“Enough joking. Let’s find a town and gather intel from the past half-month,” Fang Can said. Though his body remained motionless, the scenery around him rapidly receded.

This was the effect of the Seventh Layer of Qiankun Dafan: the substitute merged with heaven and earth.

He didn’t need to move—nature itself would carry him to wherever his mind desired.

Of course, compared to direct combat, this fully automated substitute lacked precision; if he met a true strong opponent, he’d still have to roll up his sleeves.

With Fang Can’s current speed, he found the nearest city in barely a dozen breaths. Calm and unhurried, he entered a teahouse at random.

“Hey, sir, come in!” The waiter at the door paused slightly upon seeing Fang Can.

His appearance reminded the waiter of someone he once knew—same silver hair, same crimson eyes, same noble and elegant bearing.

The people of all nations had seen Fang Can’s battle livestream just two months ago; they wouldn’t forget so easily.

But Fang Can had changed too drastically—suddenly transformed from a boy to a young man, silver strands cascading to his waist, his demeanor now brimming with youthful ambition, making the waiter hesitate to recognize him.

“Give me the same tea snacks as that gentleman’s!”

Not knowing the local tea snacks, Fang Can pointed casually at a table’s order.

As he spoke, he tossed a silver ingot into the waiter’s hand: “Ask you something—this is extra for your trouble.”

Seeing the heavy silver in front of him, the waiter’s face lit up: “Thank you, sir! Ask anything—you won’t find a single thing in this city I, Wang Sen, don’t know!”

Fang Can sat down, then spoke casually:

“I left Dayan a month ago and just returned—what major events have happened lately?”

“Major events?” The waiter thought a moment. “The biggest one? An immortal has descended.”

Fang Can was greatly surprised: “An immortal?”

“Yes! Word is, an immortal from the Asura Realm descended six hundred years ago, causing a sensation across all nations.”

‘Asura Realm…’ Fang Can murmured the name, still holding deep memories of this lineage.

That karmic-bound little sword, and Liu Qingmeng’s intended cultivation technique for Jiang Ningan—‘Lush Vitality’—both originated from this sect’s exclusive arts.

Grateful for Fang Can’s payment, the waiter spun a vivid tale:

“I heard that the Asura Realm master went to the outer realms to cultivate six hundred years ago, and now he’s returned as an immortal.”

“Those otherworldly outsiders—you know, even after defeating the Emperor of Da Chu, they were still crushed by the immortal, some dead, others fleeing…”

Mid-sentence, a violent gale swept past, nearly tearing off his hood.

When he looked up, the young man who had just stood before him was gone.

…

“Boom—!”

A series of piercing sonic booms echoed through the atmosphere.

After leaving the city, Fang Can’s figure tore through the air, racing full speed toward the capital.

At over a hundred times the speed of sound, clouds split like cleaved by an invisible blade, forming a hundred-mile-long vacuum tunnel.

Beside him, Ying Han frowned at his current state.

The earlier ease of returning to the martial world had vanished; his face was grim, eyes crimson as if bleeding, revealing no emotion.

She had seen the memories—she knew who those outsiders were, and no wonder Fang Can reacted so violently.

‘And it’s not just raw emotion—it’s the influence of the Sin of Rage. The boy might become utterly—hyper-masculine!’

Ying Han delivered a piercing assessment of the youth’s current condition.

The seed of Rage, which should have taken more time to condense, was now rapidly advancing—no matter the outcome, this wouldn’t end easily.

‘Sigh, fine. I won’t interfere.’

After a brief internal deliberation, Ying Han decided against intervention, letting the youth race at full speed toward the capital.

(End of Chapter)