Chapter 353: National War Dungeon and Belia

In a villa within the Interstellar Federation, the young man sat up from a soft bed.

Wang Linna scratched his head and wearily thought: “I’ll continue practicing the Cursed Blood Body Great Art today.”

Since the Interstellar Arena proved that power gained within could be taken out, the entire Interstellar Federation erupted.

Countless federation citizens wanted to enter the game, but there were far too many applicants and too few slots.

For months, only fifty million players had deeply engaged in it.

To gain greater power, nearly ninety percent of these fifty million players devoted most of their daily time to it.

As the number of players increased, understanding of the game grew daily, and countless specialized methods were developed.

Such as Killstream, Monster-hunting Stream, Dual-Cultivation Stream, Painstream, Bloodblade Stream, Faithstream…

Wang Linna chose the playstyle publicly revealed by a professional player: Painstream.

The Cursed Blood Body Great Art he was currently practicing accelerated cultivation the more severe his injuries.

After cutting himself into a human corpse and gouging out his eyes, pulling out his tongue, piercing his ears, and severing all five senses, he gained nearly thirty experience points per hour.

Since players could block pain and regenerated health rapidly, many adopted this cultivation method.

After all, the player’s real body suffered no harm upon logging out—so why not suffer in the game?

Amid this flourishing diversity of streams, players’ levels rose at a visibly rapid pace.

Originally, due to the early-game method of gaining 999 experience per strike, advancing from Xuanguan First Stage to Ninth Stage required only about fifty thousand experience points.

Now, after over three months in the game, under relentless leveling, roughly twenty million players had reached Ninth Stage and successfully completed their First Transcendence.

This multiplied the number of Ascension Path cultivators across all martial realms by dozens or even hundreds of times—pure inflation.

But these players knew well: only after the Ascension Path did the real game begin.

Unlike previous online games, the gap between each transcendence was as vast as heaven and earth.

In pure physical terms, a Second Transcendence could effortlessly slaughter a First Transcendence army of one hundred thousand in a single day.

“What a fucking numbers-explosion trash game,” Wang Linna muttered inwardly, then logged into his usual player communication site as per his daily habit.

But upon logging in, he was immediately drawn in by the content—within a single day, the site had gained hundreds of thousands of new game threads.

“Holy shit, did the world explode? So many posts,” Wang Linna exclaimed, then clicked one and understood what had happened.

The long-dormant Interstellar Arena released a new announcement: the National War Dungeon had opened.

Players were automatically assigned to factions based on their home nation: Alliance Nations and Yixin Nation.

Players from Dayan joined Yixin Nation to collectively resist attacks from all other nations.

Meanwhile, during the National War, killing enemy faction players granted massive experience.

“So we’re entering PvP mode,” Wang Linna thought to himself.

With this announcement, players would inevitably start slaughtering each other—months of seated cultivation could be wiped to level zero in an instant.

…

On the palace dais, Fang Can stood with arms crossed, gazing at the rows of coffins and tombstones before him, and spoke to the Liuhuo Wang beside him:

“What do you need my Qi Kun Da Nuo Yi for?”

“The Fourth Transcendence you captured from Lihentian is a fraud—their Soul-Light transfer inheritance falls far short of expectations. I’ll use your Qi Kun Da Nuo Yi as a direct replacement,” Liuhuo Wang explained.

Fang Can nodded lightly, removed the white wristband he wore, and tossed it out: “All the content is stored inside. Have you decided how to handle the fifty thousand First Transcendence bodies?”

“Of course. Injecting memories one by one is too tedious. Better to batch-process them via assembly-line memory infusion—I already have candidates lined up,” Liuhuo Wang’s lips curled slightly as he envisioned a brilliant plan.

“Then I’ll await your world-shaking wisdom,” Fang Can replied calmly.

“As for the three Fourth Transcendence bodies I gave you, use villainous souls—the righteous ones’ obsessions are too strong; my Soul-Settling Technique can’t control their minds.”

“Don’t worry, I get it. All villains, right?” Liuhuo Wang smirked. “I’ve already sent them out.”

“Sent them out?” Fang Can blinked slightly. “Where?”

“Each Fourth Transcendence has their own will—they can’t sit still. So I just sent them to gather enough materials for me.”

“Do as you please,” Fang Can said, nodding lightly—he did not interfere in such matters.

This war was his own initiation; the karmic threads were directly bound to him.

The more violently each dying person struggled, the stronger the power he harvested—so he welcomed their deaths.

Whoever died, he benefited—so he had no concern for the lives of these martial cultivators.

Moreover, Ji Donglai’s debt must be repaid; otherwise, the consequences of collection could lead to death—and that would be troublesome.

As countless thoughts surged through his mind, a flicker of irritation passed through Fang Can’s eyes—the suppressed rage from recent killings rose again.

“Keep working here,” Fang Can said, then stepped forward and vanished completely from his spot.

Elsewhere, Chizhi Nation.

Boom—Boom—Boom—

A colossal body, fifty-five meters tall, strode toward the Jushan Chaoliba lineage; each step shook the earth around it.

Its surface resembled a black-and-red hide, with a purple crystal embedded in its chest, an aerodynamic head crowned with orange-yellow eyes, and clawed arms.

In the distance, countless disciples of the Jushan Chaoliba lineage hovered in midair, staring grimly at the giant.

“Who among our Chaoliba lineage are you, Elder?” asked a Third Transcendence elder. “Why have you assumed this form?”

“This is my true form,” the being spoke in a deeply resonant voice.

“I dislike the name ‘Chizhi Nation’—it reminds me of unpleasant memories.”

“Therefore… all of you must die!”

“Let you fools know my name—I am BELIA!”

As he spoke, Belia crossed his claws; crimson light rapidly coalesced on his palms, then shot forth as a beam.

Dismium Ray!!!

Seeing the surging crimson light, the elders’ faces changed instantly—they transformed into countless giants to collectively resist the death-laden beam.

(End of Chapter)