Chapter 351: Earth Reincarnation

The Third Martial World War?

In front of the dozen or so Fourth-Iteration cultivators present, Fang Can made an official declaration: he would single-handedly ignite a war.

"You actually dare to declare war on our nations?" The Chu Emperor's expression grew solemn: "Just you and the Great Expansion?"

"No, no, no. Just me." Fang Can spread his hands, his demeanor relaxed: "The Great Expansion is merely my battlefield; they will not act."

"The voices of the nations are still too shrill. If you lose, from this moment on, the nations will become history. Only one nation, one voice, shall remain."

"The battle will officially begin in three days. Everyone must abide by the rules." Fang Can spoke in a leisurely tone: "I have already been restrained enough not to kill you all; I hope you can also abide by the rules."

Fang Can looked toward the Return Water Gate and said, "You talk too much. It seems that even with the thought-stamp we set for you, your original personality remains uncontrolled. Take me back."

As the words fell, Minato Namikaze's eyes went vacant, and he moved forward to teleport Fang Can away.

But how could the surrounding Fourth-Iteration cultivators possibly agree?

In an instant, including the Chu Emperor, fingers curled lightly. The mental image within their bodies materialized from void to solid, forming a spiral-shaped spike that, amidst the howling wind and thunder, sought to pierce Minato Namikaze through.

Not only him; to prevent Minato Namikaze from taking Fang Can away from this place, all seven Fourth-Iteration cultivators acted simultaneously.

They unleashed their most ferocious assaults, some targeting Fang Can, others targeting Minato Namikaze!

Several Fourth-Iteration cultivators, the absolute peak of strength among the nations, each a hegemon of their own domain.

Now, they joined forces to attack simultaneously. Merely in the stage of gathering Qi, the surrounding air let out a furious howl, and the heavens and earth changed color.

But almost instantly, without Fang Can moving a muscle, the Substitute transformed into the wind first.

The next moment, invisible power spread out; the Substitute split into seven, simultaneously countering the siege of the seven attackers.

"Roar—"

The Fourth-Iteration giant who had previously withstood the thunderstorm roared from his mouth, like an ancient god standing between heaven and earth.

Beneath his feet, the land within a thousand li was entirely added to his body, converting gravity into power surging within his frame like a tsunami.

Carrying this world-destroying immense force, the Fourth-Iteration's fist, like a heavy comet, smashed toward the surrounded Fang Can.

But what awaited them was the Substitute's counterattack, surpassing them by a level.

Boom—

Amidst vibrations that shattered eardrums, most Fourth-Iteration cultivators spat blood and were sent flying, dragging a thick tunnel once again through the craggy ruins.

Only a few, two Fourth-Iteration cultivators known for defense and strength, barely managed to block the Substitute's attack.

'How is this possible?'

The remaining Fourth-Iteration cultivators who had not yet acted stood frozen in disbelief. Their bodies, originally ready to strike, stiffened in place. From beginning to end, Fang Can had not moved a single inch.

"Whether it is one ant or seven ants, to me, they are all dregs that can be crushed at will."

Fang Can crossed his arms, looking down in contempt: "If not to make this war game more entertaining, you would have been crushed by me the very first moment."

"Ants, dance to your heart's content amidst the slaughter; struggle with all your might within my death."

As the words were spoken, Minato Namikaze had already walked to Fang Can's front.

His arm rested on Fang Can's shoulder. Activating the Flying Thunder God Technique, their figures blurred, and the two vanished directly, leaving only a mess behind.

'Such power...'

Standing atop the ruins, the Fourth-Iteration cultivators' faces were exceptionally grim.

"Tch!" The Fourth-Iteration giant spat blood from his mouth, then his eyes filled with the unwillingness of having been sent flying: "I haven't even used my full strength. Next time we meet, it won't be so easy."

"Enough. Go back and prepare." A middle-aged, thin Fourth-Iteration cultivator said: "Just now, if he hadn't left, once the fighting started, even if we each activated our inheritances, at least half of us here would have died."

"Obviously, the war he spoke of is serious. The prophecy of the Fourth-Iteration Priest will likely come true. By then, it will be another mountain of corpses and sea of blood; who knows how many Fourth-Iteration cultivators will die." Ye Hao said.

"Since he wants to fight, then we will fight him." The Chu Emperor sneered: "Give us three days to prepare. Does he really think of war as a child's game?"

"Now is completely different from three months ago! Three days of preparation time is enough to mobilize most sects. Those old immortals of the Fourth-Iteration hiding in the shadows should also come out for some fresh air."

"He wants to fight! Then we will fight with him! Let us see whose head ends up on the block!"

A Fourth-Iteration cultivator who had crawled out of the ruins sneered, but his voice carried barely concealed anger, after all, having been buried in the ground so disgracefully.

While these Fourth-Iteration cultivators conversed with each other, deep underground outside the Great Expansion, countless ancient-colored coffins stood upright, while on the ground lay countless unconscious men and women.

Feng Qiaoyan's invisible waves wrapped around the head of the unconscious man before her, then immediately cleared the target's vast memories.

Her superpower is named 【Mental Bomb】; it can destroy the target's memories through touch.

Half a day ago, while she was cultivating, Fang Can came to her door and asked her to clear the memories of the Ascension Path cultivators.

As for the purpose of clearing the memories...

Feng Qiaoyan's gaze shifted to the right, where a middle-aged man with a square face was pressing his hand into the brains of the memory-cleared cultivators.

This square-faced man was, of course, the Li Huowang who had borrowed the ability of the Willpower King.

As vast memories were injected into those cultivators' brains, their bodies began to undergo visible changes.

No matter how many times she saw it, Feng Qiaoyan was still amazed by creatures like cultivators; the spirit is primary, far more important than the body.

Beside him, the Second-Iteration cultivator's appearance transformed into that of a stout, black-haired, muscular man with a simple and honest look.

"You shall be called Agni. Your inheritance is the Eternal Flame; as long as the will does not perish, the flame shall not extinguish." Li Huowang spoke, while a chuckle escaped his mouth.

"Perfect. Go lie in the same coffin as the Second-Iteration cultivators, Ginko and Allen, next to you!"

Under Li Huowang's control, Agni's body moved like a puppet, walking indifferently into a massive coffin arranged in three horizontal rows.

With a huge boom, the coffin lid slammed shut!

Whoosh—

Fang Can and the Return Water Gate appeared on the pre-arranged spell.

Looking at Li Huowang, Fang Can asked, "How are the soldiers prepared?"

"Perfect. With the assistance of the Mental Bomb ability to clear the cultivators' memories, injecting memories has become much simpler for me."

Li Huowang gave a thumbs-up, then said: "However, the only problem is that we have only one Fourth-Iteration cultivator; it is a bit too few."

"It doesn't matter. The enemy is our granary. The later the battle, the more our army will grow. Next, the main issue is the small soldiers; we have too few First-Transcendence units to use as fodder."

"For the next three days, I will capture tens of thousands of players for research."

"Those immortal, indestructible bodies are quite interesting. I wonder if I can erase their consciousness."

(End of this chapter)