Chapter 365

Five-Transmutation Ritual Artifact: Fangcun Mountain!

Fang Can had already experienced its effects during the Grand National Competition.

From its inception, this Fangcun Mountain was created by the first abbot with the vow of equality among all beings.

After reaching the fifth transmutation, this Fangcun Mountain gains a terrifying effect.

It forcibly suppresses all martial artists below the fifth transmutation with the wrathful gaze of Vajra.

The purpose of studying is to better reason with others.

The purpose of martial cultivation is to make others speak to you respectfully.

When reasoning fails, there is always the wrathful gaze of Vajra, the Buddha's method.

Under Fangcun Mountain's suppression, all power below the fifth transmutation level of Arhat attainment is stripped away.

If fully activated, it may even suppress one to the level of an ordinary human!

Like the Great Chu national treasure, the Eight Treasures Dragon Spear, once held by Xiang Longtao.

Though that spear possessed fourth-transmutation power, within Fangcun Mountain its divine energy was sealed, yielding no special effects.

It became merely a steel spear, hard but otherwise inert.

On the ruined expanse of the Great Expansion Capital, Fang Can, locked in combat with Ye Fu, felt his body heavier than ever before.

As the effect of Fangcun Mountain above his head activated, Fang Can's strength, speed, mental form, inheritance…

Everything, every power not reaching fifth-transmutation level, was being violently weakened.

Not only him—Ye Fu's power was also continuously declining.

Path to Heaven → Shedding the Mortal Form → Drawing Qi into the Body → Ordinary Human

In an instant, Ye Fu's physical strength regressed to that of an ordinary human, and the laws of physics began to take effect upon him.

A body weighing hundreds of thousands of tons could not possibly be supported at ordinary human density.

Starting from his legs, unable to bear the weight, blood exploded outward, and his entire body collapsed like an avalanche.

With a thunderous roar, Ye Fu's body crashed down like a mountain of flesh, triggering violent tremors.

Beside Ye Fu's fallen form, Fang Can remained in a rage state; the Seven Sins Demon Scripture, an eighth-transmutation technique, could not be suppressed by Fangcun Mountain.

"Roar!"

With no power suppression, Fang Can's demonic frenzy intensified.

But stripped of power, his martial skills could no longer be executed—he was utterly bound by Jin Guang.

"Amitabha," the abbot clasped his hands; several fourth-transmutation cultivators nearby could no longer hold back.

"Master, eliminate evil thoroughly! Don't wait—kill him now, or if he regains sanity, he'll become a calamity to Dongfang Wujie!" the Emperor of Chu cried, his aura ready to crush Fang Can from afar.

Not just him—over a dozen fourth-transmutation cultivators arriving on the scene unleashed their techniques simultaneously, aiming to kill Fang Can from a distance.

But before their attacks landed, the abbot frowned—did these fools truly think he was Bai Chi?

In all these years of cultivation, though kind-hearted, he was not soft.

Those who reached fourth-transmutation level had wills as hard as iron; no one's words could sway them, and no one could expect them to overlook errors.

He subtly shifted Fangcun Mountain above, directly covering these fourth-transmutation cultivators, stripping them of their realms as well.

In an instant, the power of the dozen or so fourth-transmutation cultivators was stripped away; they stood frozen like children punished to stand in the corner, embarrassed.

Yes, it was precisely this fifth-transmutation ability that established the Vanyin Treasure Monastery's supreme status among the nations of Dongfang Wujie.

If any abbot ever entertained the same ambition to rule all nations as the Great Expansion once did, the nations' surnames might have long since changed.

"Amitabha, esteemed guests, Fang Can has been suppressed by Fangcun Mountain. Once his demonic nature is purged, he will surely become a pillar of the righteous path."

The abbot clasped his hands: "I, this old monk, vouch for Fang Shi. Let him cultivate under the Buddha's teachings. I ask you all to grant me this favor."

"Very well… we shall follow the abbot's words," the fourth-transmutation cultivators sighed.

With their power sealed, it was like an adult punishing a child—what could they say?

They looked at Fang Can with regret; if they didn't kill him now, he would surely become a great threat.

'Wait…' Suddenly, the abbot frowned, his gaze fixed on the spot where Ye Fu had collapsed—not his imagination: Ye Fu's flesh fragments had expanded slightly outward.

Before he could ponder further, he heard countless whistling sounds rushing toward them from beyond the sky.

'What is that sound…' The abbot's hair stood on end; he looked up and saw countless white objects, like blades, hurtling toward them.

A single glance revealed tens of thousands of white arrows filling the sky.

Inside the cavern, Li Huowang's formerly carefree face had turned solemn; he had anticipated the Vanyin Treasure Monastery's abbot might intervene in the war.

Not long ago, he had asked Fang Can: if the abbot intervened, how could they possibly stand against Fangcun Mountain's ability to forcibly suppress fourth-transmutation cultivators?

He still clearly remembered Fang Can's face turning unbearably serious in response: "Best hope it never happens. If the Vanyin Treasure Monastery intervenes, things may spiral into the worst possible outcome."

"Simply put—even I cannot control it. The worst case? The entire Dongfang Wujie might be destroyed."

"At that point, run as far as you can—I won't be able to save you."

"Why?" Li Huowang had asked. Fang Can had merely offered a cryptic smile.

…

In reality, as Fang Can's realm was stripped by Fangcun Mountain, the flesh severed from his signal connection activated its backup mode.

The flesh fragments, previously serving as protective barriers during his personality transformation stages, detached from the martial artists' bodies and transformed into countless arrows, hurtling toward Fang Can's location.

'Are these here to rescue Fang Shi?' the abbot judged.

Watching the blades streaking toward them at over a hundred times the speed of sound, several fourth-transmutation cultivators turned pale: "Master, release our bindings! I won't attack Fang Can anymore—please!"

The abbot nodded gently, fearing these cultivators might be crushed if not protected.

Watching the white blades—like planet-destroying cannons—approaching from afar, even the abbot braced himself.

He silently activated the Mystic Art, forming a protective aura, and moved to intercept.

But in the next instant, just before impact, the ten thousand arrows veered away from the abbot, curving sharply to strike Fang Can instead.

'Do you wish to merge with the lay disciple Fang Shi? It is useless; as long as one is below the Fifth Transformation, it is all in vain.'

The Abbot thought this in his heart and turned to use the divine light of Fangcun Mountain to brush away the flesh and blood merging with Fang Can, stripping him of his realm.

But with a 'Boom', the Abbot's expression turned as dumbfounded as a wooden chicken.

He saw the white sharp sword in the sky strike Fang Can directly, shattering Fang Can, who was still at the Mortal realm, into fragments.

Fang Can was...

Blown to death by his own flesh and blood???

(End of this chapter)