Chapter 70: Rebirth of Tang San

As Fang Can entered the bathroom, Liu Qingmeng glanced around the room and murmured with quiet wonder:

“Is this another world? As you said, it’s utterly different.”

Jiang Ningan nodded beside her: “This world follows the principles of nature, crafting intricate devices from natural laws, and even hosts peculiar beings called 【Superiors】.”

“According to my investigations, unlike warriors who rely on brute force, these Superiors seem to embody reason itself.”

Liu Qingmeng tilted her head slightly, acknowledging Jiang Ningan’s words.

Though warriors and Superiors appear similar in outward expression, their inner natures are vastly different.

A reconnaissance Superior’s ability is simply to obtain information about the opponent.

No matter how much it is developed, it can never manifest a hatchet to strike someone—this is fixed the moment the ability is acquired.

But warriors are different; all power is drawn from belief.

Even if your current inheritance is healing, once your Dao heart shatters and you fall into demonic deviation, your entire cultivation will transform and give rise to a new inherited ability.

‘Still… since we’ve come to this world, we might as well investigate thoroughly.’

Liu Qingmeng cast a glance toward the bathroom and fell silent, her body splitting apart; soon, another figure emerged.

“Master, what are you…?” Jiang Ningan asked, puzzled.

“I leave behind a portion of spiritual energy as a precaution; the rest will test the mettle of these Superiors.”

Liu Qingmeng explained, and as her words ended, one of her avatars vanished from the room.

In high spirits, Fang Can bathed, emerged refreshed and clean.

He stepped out to find Liu Qingmeng curiously browsing information on the computer, while Jiang Ningan carefully guided her.

Two beautiful girls stood close together; in Fang Can’s eyes, the scene felt profoundly peaceful, serene as still time.

And now Jiang Ningan’s injuries had healed, with Liu Qingmeng beside him—he felt that even if he couldn’t rule all of Z City, self-preservation should be more than sufficient.

Smiling, Fang Can, unusually, skipped cultivation; just as he’d planned, he took out food and drinks, preparing to enjoy a movie.

He wasn’t some machine unaware of pleasure—he needed leisure time, and tonight, he’d finally rest normally.

On the other side, four days had passed since Z City was fully sealed off, during which all outward signals were blocked.

Officially, the authorities announced that this year’s Carnival would be held in Z City, easing the fears of pessimists who’d dreaded being selected.

At the outskirts of Z City, a young man known as the King of Trash sat before his screens, cackling wildly, occasionally slapping the table in excitement.

Before him were dozens of screens, each showing a muscular young man with blue hair.

After days of twisted development, they had successfully cloned a thousand bodies based on Tang San’s template from *Battle Through the Heavens*, implanting each with corresponding memories via psychic abilities.

Now, the Infinite Protagonist Project could officially begin.

In a pure white chamber, Tang San’s consciousness slowly stirred; as his eyes fluttered open, he gazed at the unfamiliar ceiling.

Tang San felt he had slept for a long time.

“You’re awake…” A warm, friendly voice sounded beside him; he turned instinctively to see an elderly man in a white lab coat watching him.

Only then did he notice he lay within a complexly patterned array, faint light glowing from the crimson runes beneath him.

“Where am I…?” Tang San blurted out, then felt a wave of dizziness wash over his head.

Sea God’s Nine Trials, Xiao Wu, Trident, Buddha’s Wrath Lotus…

Countless memories surged forth; the last thing he remembered was inheriting the Sea God’s divine position—how had he ended up here?

“My Xuantian Gong, the Sea God Trident, my immense physical strength—all gone,” Tang San said, his composure cracking.

“Think carefully, hero from another world—all your memories remain in your mind,” the old man smiled.

At the old man’s words, Tang San instinctively clutched his head as a flood of memories poured from his mind.

“Summoners from other worlds—this magic array can draw the souls of powerful beings from other realms into these bodies, hoping these reincarnated heroes will fight to save this world.”

‘So my power is completely gone, and I must rebuild it here—because this world needs saving?’ Tang San asked.

Understanding his situation, Tang San felt an urge to destroy this world.

But circumstances forced his hand; stripped of all power, he forced himself to calm down, forcing a smile:

“I understand my mission—to save this world. If so, is there any way I can quickly regain my past life’s strength?”

“Of course.” The white-coated old man had been waiting for this—he grinned and pulled a manual from behind his back.

“This is the Xuantian Gong you cultivated in your past life. With diligent practice, you’ll soon reclaim your peak as a Divine King.”

“Xuantian Gong?” Tang San instinctively took the book.

Due to the soul’s pull from another world, he truly couldn’t recall the exact details of Xuantian Gong.

He flipped through it gently—the content matched his memories closely.

In the monitoring room, the King of Trash never stopped laughing.

That Xuantian Gong was indeed fabricated by him in a few hours—but who said a fabricated manual couldn’t be cultivated?

This is idealist martial cultivation; these beings are all walking wish-granting machines—even with a fake manual, they can turn falsehood into truth.

Xuantian Gong is considered sewer-tier in countless novels; the time needed to manifest its power shouldn’t be long.

Now, we’ll see what results these Tangsans can achieve.

On the countless screens before the King of Trash, each Tang San was guided by their respective researchers.

Each held a different script, experienced different lives—some reincarnated, some reborn, some summoned as heroes to save the world—ensuring saturated sample usage.

‘If the first batch performs well, we can try cloning other protagonists next,’ the King of Trash roared: “Come forth, Infinite Protagonists!”

As he laughed, a thunderous boom echoed—Liu Qingmeng’s figure appeared directly above the underground base, hovering midair.

‘This must be where the Superiors are.’

She gazed coldly down at the base, her jade-like right hand pointing downward.

“BOOM!!”

The next instant, terrifying lightning raged.

A tunnel ten meters wide, stretching hundreds of meters deep into the earth, exploded open.

(End of Chapter)