Chapter 368: After Death, I Became Catastrophe, Destroying Dimensions【Today 6000

BOOM—

In a thunderous explosion,

the entire Main God Space portal was twisted and destroyed within flesh and blood more terrifying than a black hole.

The shockwave directly turned the entire Da Yan capital into a vortex of death.

Inside a crater thousands of kilometers deep, Fang Can’s limb fragments swayed wildly in the wind.

Some of these limbs had escaped the suppression of Fangcun Mountain and were now launching frantic destruction upon their surroundings.

On the scene, the two Lunhuizhe stared blankly at the portal that had suddenly appeared and then vanished…

Wait, wasn’t the Main God Space supposed to send divine weapons from the heavens?

Now look—no divine troops arrived, and the enemy somehow got even stronger!

Where are my teammates? Someone save us!

“Abbot, what do we do now?”

Several Fourth-Transformation cultivators turned to look at the abbot; their eyes clearly asked: Can this still be saved?

“How the hell should I know what to do!!!” The abbot of the Fanyinbaosha desperately wanted to scream—he truly felt like cursing.

But years of Buddhist cultivation ultimately held the high ground; he did not break.

“Amitabha. We can only hope for a miracle,” the abbot sighed, exhausted, giving up.

Just as he spoke, a vast holy light erupted from the direction of the former Da Yan capital.

“I have slept for tens of thousands of years… Who dares offend my domain!”

A deep, ancient voice, heavy with the weight of time, reverberated across all nations; instantly, everyone felt its resonance.

This effect…

In an instant, the eyes of the several Fourth-Transformation cultivators lit up—they felt a miracle had arrived!

The sensation this new presence emitted matched exactly the one when Baixiaosheng appeared—this was undoubtedly another being of Fifth-Transformation level.

In an instant, a pillar of light formed like a solar flare.

Amidst the searing heat, the flesh-mass was pierced by a bloody hole.

Instantly, ten-thousand-zhang golden radiance burst forth from the nine heavens.

Accompanied by a terrifying burst of brilliance, a colossal pillar of light shot skyward, visible across all nations.

Then, the pillar slowly shrank—revealing an old man stepping forth from empty space.

His white hair cascaded like a snowfall over his shoulders, with faint dark-gold dragon patterns gliding through his strands; his vertical third eye emitted lustrous divine light, piercing through all nations of the Martial World.

Twelve strands of beads on his crown swayed without wind, his black dragon-embroidered silk robe flapped loudly, and as his sleeves surged, countless stars seemed to perish and be reborn within them.

“That face!”

Seeing the old man’s appearance, the abbot’s eyes suddenly brightened—he felt as if he’d found a savior!

“I know! It’s the former Da Yan Divine Lord! This is his hidden backup!” Emperor Chu exclaimed excitedly.

Chu and Da Yan had been mortal enemies; their own former overlord had been taken into the Da Yan Divine Lord’s harem—how could he not recognize him?

At this moment, seeing the Divine Lord appear, Emperor Chu felt as if his own father had been resurrected.

After all, those who bore the title “Lord” were Sixth-Transformation beings—terrifying figures whose presence was rarely seen.

Even a mere fragment of his will could suppress all nations.

It was precisely because of concern over the Divine Lord’s lingering safeguards

that, after the First Martial World War, they had refrained from annihilating Da Yan and had endured it instead.

Who would have thought that now, because of Fang Can, they had accidentally triggered the Divine Lord’s hidden safeguard?

“Now you’re dead for sure!” Several Fourth-Transformation cultivators rejoiced inwardly.

But then they saw the Da Yan Divine Lord, after appearing, stare at the flesh-mass dominating the entire city as if he’d just seen dog shit.

“Wait, Divine Lord, please save us!” the cultivators cried inwardly.

“No hope. Just wait to die.”

Jiang Nianshen looked at the chunk of flesh he’d torn from the flesh-mass; his face turned ashen.

What kind of monster had Da Yan provoked? This kind of luck—did he offend the Year God?

As a divine thought-body, even though it was only a portion of his Sixth-Transformation peak power, it was far beyond what a Fifth-Transformation could challenge.

In the instant of his awakening, his awareness soared to the highest heavens and pierced through the deepest underworld.

After some time, he forcibly snatched the skull of the original Baixiaosheng right out from under the man’s cultivation chamber.

Then, through the skull, he briefly reviewed the events of these years and directly probed the memories of the several Fourth-Transformation cultivators present; after understanding the current situation…

His face twisted as if he’d eaten shit.

What do you mean, “Da Yan lost the war”?

What do you mean, “Martial cultivation disqualifies one from inheriting the throne”???

What do you mean, “my descendants are historical traitors”???

What the hell did Da Yan do to become this pile of trash?!

And where the hell did this Fang Can come from??

He casually plucked a handful of Fang Can’s bodily tissue.

Watching the blood filaments multiply endlessly in his hand—growing more terrifying the more he suppressed them—he felt his head would explode.

If this thing isn’t handled, all nations of the Martial World will be gone.

“What sin did I commit in a past life to wake up and clean up this mess?”

Jiang Nianshen gave a slight flick of his hand, tossing the blood filaments back into the main body, and began seriously contemplating a solution.

Use the Great Teleportation Technique to hurl the entire flesh-mass beyond the nations, into the Infinite Sea?

That wouldn’t help—it’s only treating the symptom, not the cause.

Given the current growth rate of Fang Can’s flesh-mass, by tomorrow it would form a black hole, then expand endlessly as a black domain.

No one knew how far it could grow.

But one thing was certain: destroying a system the size of a star was no problem.

Even if he sacrificed himself to teleport, how far could he move it?

Could he move it two light-years out of the solar system within a day?

No way. That’s extremely hard.

Live alongside a black hole in the same planetary system?

Wow, that’s quite a lifestyle! So rad!

Jiang Nianshen had never felt so helpless—he woke up to this nightmare.

“Divine Lord, for the safety of the Martial World, please unleash your divine power, save the people, and rescue us all!” Several Fourth-Transformation cultivators cried urgently.

These words were the final straw; Jiang Nianshen found these fools utterly unbearable.

They couldn’t do anything right, but they were masters at causing disasters—what a colossal mess they’d made! Why weren’t they killed by Fang Can earlier?

“Shut up! Kneel down properly!”

Jiang Nianshen sneered; his supreme aura solidified into pressure, crushing down upon the several Fourth-Transformation cultivators.

In the next instant, their knees buckled, and they all collapsed to the ground in unison—like Qin Hui.

No, even worse than Qin Hui—he couldn’t blow up the Earth.

Perhaps these men should be called the Martial World’s little Cheng Xins?

“So… what should I do?” After dealing with the cultivators, Jiang Nianshen was stumped again.

No matter what he did, it seemed to only be a choice between dying early or dying late?

And once Fang Can became a black hole, wouldn’t it even dig up your grave?

“No need to agonize. There’s a solution,” Ying Han’s figure appeared beside him, speaking calmly.

Hearing this, Jiang Nianshen’s eyes lit up: “Another expert!!!”

(End of Chapter)