Chapter 367: Destruction of the Godspace

On the ruins of the capital, flesh screamed in madness.

Among the shattered walls enveloped by the golden light of Fangcun Mountain, countless pale mycelia were visibly drilling out of the charred earth.

At first, only scattered blood droplets twitched in craters, but in an instant they twisted into fleshy balls the size of infant skulls.

Bones, flesh, hair, meridians, cavernous tissues…

The abbot of Fan Yin Bao Sha stared grimly at the blood carpet perpetually bathed in Fangcun Mountain’s divine radiance.

In just a few moments of stunned silence, the number of these flesh carpets multiplied several times over, coalescing into a colossal sphere amid the heat and shockwaves.

Even the dumbest among them now saw something was wrong; several Fourth-Transformation cultivators roared and unleashed every kind of attack upon the blood growth before them.

Even the abbot made no move to stop them, for he had never witnessed such a sight.

What if this blood growth breached the boundary of Fangcun Mountain’s influence and regained its power?

In the chaos, flying swords, bloodlight, energy…

All manner of terrifying assaults slammed into the flesh carpet before them.

Then, under the pale gazes of those present, the blood growth accelerated further with each strike.

“Stop!” Yang Xu Zi cried urgently, seeing the truth: “The more you hit it, the bigger it gets—leave it alone and it grows slower!”

But “slower” only meant compared to when attacked; even if they did nothing, the blood growth would begin attacking itself, perpetually in self-destruction.

Fresh blood continuously oozed out, then repaired itself, regrew the growth, then self-harmed again—endlessly.

Before the helpless eyes of those present, the blood growth multiplied into a colossal mountain of flesh.

Yet they had no solution.

They couldn’t strike it, yet leaving it there meant catastrophe once it broke free of Fangcun Mountain’s restraint.

The atmosphere froze in place.

Fortunately, at that moment, an intruder arrived—a portal suddenly opened, drawing the attention of all Fourth-Transformation cultivators present.

Inside the Godspace, a red-haired man seated on a golden throne watched the portal open before him, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.

‘This… it’s only been three days? The mission’s already done? These guys aren’t usually this diligent.’

Though puzzled, the portal’s appearance was undeniably real.

So as the spatial passage glowed before him, the red-haired man smiled faintly and rose gracefully from his golden throne.

Around him, a crowd of Lunhuizhe eagerly awaited, ready to follow his team into the portal.

“Comrades, since the spatial passage has opened, let us—”

Before he could finish, the newly opened portal was instantly blocked by blood growth, and a tendril slipped through the glowing gateway.

‘What… is this?’

The Lunhuizhe ’s minds instinctively flashed a question mark.

Then they saw: the limp tendril outside the portal instantly expanded upon entering the space.

In an instant, it devoured everything within a ten-meter radius.

Two Lunhuizhe nearest the portal had no time to react—they were swallowed whole, offering not a shred of resistance.

There was no suppression from Fangcun Mountain inside the Godspace.

So as soon as it entered, it was like a dragon swimming in the ocean—each fragment of flesh unleashed half-Fifth-Transformation power, surging like a tidal wave to crush all before it.

“What the hell is this?!”

The Lunhuizhe around him were stunned, staring at the flesh mountain devouring everything before them.

Years of life-or-death experience drove them to unleash every kind of attack upon the flesh mountain at once.

But most attacks were rendered immune by the blood growth, and the few that did cause damage only accelerated its proliferation.

To their shock, the blood growth began exploding outward endlessly—ten meters, a hundred meters, a kilometer…

There was no time to breathe; everything within sight was being devoured.

“Fascinating!”

Watching the bursting flesh, the red-haired man’s lips curled slightly, showing no alarm:

“I’d like to see just how far you can grow!”

Having reached his level, he’d faced too many enemies—what monstrous things hadn’t he seen?

Unlimited growth? In truth, it’s just rapid healing.

As long as you keep attacking—cells, molecules, atoms, Planck-scale—if you push regeneration to its absolute limit, you can kill it.

As he spoke, his fingers curled slightly, the knuckles glowing with boundless radiance.

As he channeled his divine art, a terrifying force surged like a collapsing mountain and roaring sea, striking the blood growth directly.

An intangible, formless power capable of reducing an entire star system to dust crushed down upon Fang Can’s flesh.

On the fractured ground of the Godspace, the blood growth didn’t even last a moment—it was instantly shattered into countless atomic-scale particles.

But less than a heartbeat later, as if appearing from nowhere, each atom began splitting anew.

The next instant, the flesh that had been less than ten kilometers wide had grown to hundreds of kilometers long, spreading across the Godspace Plaza and crushing countless Lunhuizhe beneath it.

‘Even atomic-level destruction can’t erase it?’ The red-haired man’s expression shifted in surprise.

But it didn’t matter—he had a backup plan.

If direct strikes wouldn’t work, then annihilate the space itself!

If every patch of space containing the blood growth was destroyed, no matter how it twisted, it would weaken along with the space.

With this thought, the man sneered and thrust forward a fist capable of shattering time and space.

BOOM—

The next instant, every fragment of space occupied by the blood growth was drenched in the man’s tyrannical, crushing fist intent.

His fist carried the will to shatter the vacuum itself, as if billions of stars exploded simultaneously.

A power capable of obliterating entire star systems was concentrated into this tiny hundred-meter space, determined to reduce the flesh to its most fundamental particles.

But what emerged next was absolute ability rebound!

If merely erasing space could kill Fang Can, it would be an insult to the Ninth-Transformation effect of [Unyielding Endurance].

For every inch of Fang Can’s flesh destroyed, ten or a hundred new inches sprouted.

But as soon as those ten or hundred inches appeared, they were instantly erased by spatial annihilation, replaced by even more flesh.

By the time the red-haired man realized something was wrong, it was too late.

For a black hole composed entirely of Fang Can’s flesh had suddenly appeared within the Godspace.

Yes, [Black Hole · Fang Can Skin-Limited].

“What the fuck, you bastards!!!”

Amid the red-haired man’s roar, the entire Godspace—planet-sized—was completely filled by Fang Can’s infinitely proliferating black hole.

Countless fragments of flesh generated every instant, only to be swallowed by the black hole’s own gravity; countless Lunhuizhe were destroyed before they could even react.

Meanwhile, in Dayan, the terrifying gravity warped the spatial passage and swallowed the entire city whole.

And the utter destruction of the capital awakened a slumbering will.

(End of Chapter)