Chapter 365: Fang Can

Five-Transformation Ritual Artifact: Fangcun Mountain!

Fang Can had already experienced its effects during the Grand Tournament of the Nations.

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

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

It forcibly suppresses all cultivators below the fifth transformation with the wrathful gaze of Vajra.

It is said that the purpose of studying is to better reason with others.

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

When reasoning fails, there is always the wrathful gaze of Vajra, the methods of the Buddha.

Under the suppression of Fangcun Mountain, all power below the fifth transformation of Arhat attainment is completely stripped away.

If fully activated, it may even suppress them to the level of ordinary mortals!

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

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

It became nothing more than a steel spear, hard but otherwise inert.

On the ruined ruins of the Great Expansion capital, Fang Can, locked in battle 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 that did not reach the fifth-transformation 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 → Mortal

In an instant, Ye Fu’s physical strength regressed to mortal level, and the laws of physics began to take effect upon him.

His body, weighing hundreds of thousands of tons, could not possibly be supported by mortal-density tissue.

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

With a thunderous crash, Ye Fu’s body fell like a mountain of flesh, triggering violent tremors.

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

“Roar!”

Without power suppression, Fang Can’s demonic state became even more pronounced.

But without power, his martial skills could not be deployed at all—he was utterly bound by the golden light.

“Amitabha,” the abbot clasped his hands together; several fourth-transformation cultivators far away could no longer hold back.

“Master, eliminate evil thoroughly! Don’t wait—kill him now, or else, purify him—once he regains his sanity, he’ll become a calamity to the martial world!” The Emperor of Chu cried out, already summoning aura to crush Fang Can from afar.

Not just him—over a dozen fourth-transformation 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 him an idiot?

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

Those who reached the fourth-transformation level had wills as hard as iron; no one’s words could sway them, and no one would ever excuse a mistake.

He subtly shifted Fangcun Mountain above, directly covering the heads of these fourth-transformation cultivators, stripping their realms as well!

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

Yes, it was precisely this fifth-transformation ability that established the Vajra Sound Monastery’s supreme status among the martial nations.

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

“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 Master Fang. 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-transformation cultivators sighed.

Their power was sealed; it was like an adult punishing a child—what could they say?

They looked at Fang Can with regret—now, if they didn’t kill him, he might become a great threat later.

‘Wait…’ Suddenly, the abbot frowned, his gaze fixed on the spot where Ye Fu had collapsed. It was no illusion—Ye Fu’s flesh fragments had expanded slightly outward.

But 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, the Wandering King’s usually carefree face turned grim; he had anticipated the Vajra Sound Monastery’s intervention 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-transformation cultivators?

He still remembered clearly how Fang Can’s expression had turned unbearably serious in response: “Best hope it never happens. If the Vajra Sound Monastery intervenes, things may spiral into the worst possible outcome.”

“Simply put—even I cannot control it. The worst case? The entire martial world might be destroyed.”

“At that point, run as far as you can—I won’t be able to help you.”

“Why?” the Wandering King had asked. Fang Can had only 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, originally serving as protective shields during his personality transformation stages, detached from the cultivators’ bodies and transformed into countless arrows, flying toward Fang Can’s position.

‘Are they here to rescue Master Fang?’ the abbot judged.

Watching the white blades streaking toward them at over a hundred times the speed of sound, several fourth-transformation 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, even the abbot braced himself.

He secretly channeled his profound art, forming a protective aura, and moved to intercept them.

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

‘Trying to merge with Master Fang? Useless—unless you reach fifth transformation, all is futile.’

The abbot thought, preparing to use Fangcun Mountain’s divine light to strip the merging flesh of its realm.

But with a thunderous “Boom,” the abbot froze, stunned.

The white blades from the sky slammed directly into Fang Can, shattering his already mortal body into fragments.

Fang Can was killed by his own flesh…

Exploded to death???

(End of Chapter)