Chapter 317 - 314: Age of Dharma’s End

Chapter 317: Chapter 314: Age of Dharma’s End

Sitting alone in the same old palace hall, Fang Can stared ahead with a complicated expression.

Meanwhile, Liu Qingmeng, who had broken through to the Fifth Turn, continued to consolidate her spiritual state in the ice chamber.

He, on the other hand, was completely trapped in this secret realm, lost in thought.

"I told you, the connection between the two worlds only lasts for a single day."

Ying Han sat languidly inside the ancient coffin, her jade-like legs crossed. "You two were at it for over thirty days," she explained. "The path to the Martial World closed a long time ago."

"And that’s my fault?" Fang Can shot a sideways glance at the woman beside him.

"I’d say I did you a huge favor! You were clearly having a blast those last three days—school swimsuits, schoolgirl uniforms, nurse outfits, police uniforms... That Liu Qingmeng even manifested avatars with different body types so you could..."

Seeing Fang Can’s cold glare, Ying Han knew to shut her mouth.

"When does the secret realm open next? Do I have to wait another ten thousand years?" Fang Can asked coldly.

"Of course not. In my prime, I could open a connecting passage with a wave of my hand."

Ying Han sighed. "Unfortunately, I’m now just a pitiful, weak, and helpless remnant soul."

"It will take about a month, maybe more, to gather enough power. Then I can help you travel between the worlds. You just have to wait patiently."

’At least a month...’ Fang Can thought, nodding to himself. "I’ll go back in a month, then."

"So, have you made up your mind? About cultivating the *Seven Sins Manifestation Demonic Codex*."

Ying Han smiled. "Seeing as you’ve been suppressing your breakthrough to the Second Turn Realm this whole time, I’m guessing you’re tempted but still hesitant."

"Has anyone ever told you it’s rude to constantly read people’s minds?" Fang Can said, turning his head away. He was still irritated that she had tricked him.

"Ha! You think I’m happy to see you?"

Ying Han’s voice grew cold. "In my eyes, you’re no different from some tireless, rutting beast. From the moment I first saw you, I knew my life was over."

"Your ability to turn abject disaster into incredible fortune is a power of the highest order. I have never seen a destiny with such terrifying weight. Do you know how I felt the first time I saw you?"

"Anger!"

"The very thought of being pinned beneath you in the future makes me sick with rage," Ying Han said, her voice dripping with venom.

"Me, a magnificent Sixth Transformation True Monarch, forced to be your child bride."

"Don’t even try to deny it. Just as I arranged for Liu Qingmeng to be delivered to you, I’m afraid my own fate has already been sealed by your damned ’Reversal of Fortune’."

"Under the influence of your ’Reversal of Fortune,’ I’ll consciously fall in love with you through a series of fated coincidences. Even knowing it’s my destiny, I’ll still throw myself at you, like a moth to a flame."

"Theoretically, letting you take me is the optimal solution. Becoming your enemy would be a hundred, a thousand times more miserable than this."

"I can’t even overcome that ’unyielding’ nature of yours, let alone resist the absolute destiny of your ’Reversal of Fortune’."

As she spoke, Ying Han sat coldly on the ancient coffin, her voice thick with resentment:

"Alright, I’m done talking. If you’re going to do it, get it over with. We can sort out the details later. Just pretend a dog got to it."

Fang Can looked at the woman beside him for a moment, then calmly looked away. "Okay. I’m sorry. If I really do end up fucking you in the future, allow me to apologize in advance."

"Tch..." Ying Han scoffed.

"Has anyone ever told you how pretentious you are? You’re not going to be like those other idiots and claim that having a power like ’Reversal of Fortune’ is a burden, are you?"

"Of course not." Fang Can looked down at the ripples at his feet. "I’ve known I was different from a young age. It’s like I’ve always had a pair of invisible wings carrying me forward."

"Every time I face a setback, those wings help me through it. Compared to other people, my life is practically set to creative mode."

"But I still want to prove that I, myself, am extraordinary."

Fang Can stared at the ripples at his feet. "In stories, do you know what makes someone the protagonist?"

Ying Han tilted her head indifferently, saying nothing.

"A protagonist needs a defining trait that sets them apart. Whether it’s madness or perseverance, they have to be extraordinary, to possess some quality that’s far from the norm."

"Which expert in the Multiverse doesn’t have a cheat? With a cheat, even a pig can fly. So what’s the difference between a pig, an ordinary person, and a true expert?"

"It’s their actions, of course. Smoking, drinking, womanizing—anyone with power can do those things. But on the path to true greatness, you have to show something more."

"I’ll give that a 90!" Ying Han suddenly laughed.

"A 90?"

"That little speech gets ninety points," Ying Han said nonchalantly. "Using your pick-up lines on me, huh? You’ve actually managed to improve my opinion of you. Slightly."

"You know that wasn’t my intention," Fang Can frowned.

"How would I know? I stopped reading your memories a moment ago," Ying Han said airily. "Ignorance is bliss. I’d rather not be fully aware of the moment I fall in love with you."

"Heh..." The corner of Fang Can’s mouth twitched. He lowered his head again, silent.

This brief exchange had significantly improved his opinion of the Sixth Turn being.

"Anyway, you’re just sitting around. For the next month, I’ll send you down to the surface for a look around. Your Realm is stuck here anyway, so it’s not like you have any cultivating to do."

Ying Han said, "Once I’m done recharging, I’ll come get you. Bye-bye!"

"The surface?" Fang Can looked up, only to be stunned as he suddenly found himself ten thousand meters up in the sky.

In the distance, the palace hall was slowly rotating around the star, as if taunting him.

The next moment, the planet’s gravity took hold, and he began to plummet in an unavoidable freefall.

His power was suppressed to the Profound Gate Eighth Layer, and under the restriction, his AT Field could barely extend a foot from his body. He was completely unable to fly.

At that moment, Fang Can took back any positive reappraisal he’d had of her. The woman was just a troll who was sorely in need of a good thrashing.

"Damn you, Hajiying! I’ll make sure to discipline you properly in the future!"

As he fell, he could feel his power being suppressed more and more severely by the Sixth Turn restriction the closer he got to the ground.

He watched his body plummet, then ripped his clothes open to increase his surface area and slow his descent.

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

In an instant, shockwaves erupted as Fang Can’s palms became a blur of afterimages, striking downward to slow his fall.

Finally, after several minutes of continuous strikes, he slammed into the ground, blasting a small, several-foot-deep crater in the soft earth.

’Whew. At least I didn’t end up as a splat on the ground,’ Fang Can thought, sighing in relief. He then assessed the degree of suppression on his body.

He was stunned to realize the entire planet had been suppressed by the Sixth Turn’s Heart Image, turning it into a true Dharma-Ending Age.