Chapter 318 - 315: The 100-Year Limit!

Chapter 318: Chapter 315: The 100-Year Limit!

’This world is far too oppressive.’

Standing on a dirt slope, Fang Can regulated his breathing, feeling the rise and fall of his chest.

After days of being pushed to his limits by Liu Qingmeng, his strength had improved by leaps and bounds.

Although he was only in the First Turn Realm, his power had already reached a peak that surpassed the Third Turn.

Yet now, on this planet enveloped by the laws of the Sixth Turn, he could only wield the power of a peak Profound Gate Eighth Layer, weakened millions of times over.

And then there was his lifespan...

Fang Can could feel his life star shining with unprecedented brilliance.

This didn’t mean his life had been extended.

On the contrary, his original two-hundred-year lifespan from the First Turn had been suppressed to a mere century. His Life Candle was burning at twice the normal speed, fully unleashing his body’s potential.

’This world is both a golden age for the Martial Dao and an unprecedented apocalypse for it,’ Fang Can concluded.

It was an apocalypse for the Martial Dao because, on this planet, the Heart Image of a Sixth Turn expert suppressed everything.

Even a peak Fourth Turn expert like Liu Qingmeng could only exert the power of the Profound Gate Ninth Layer.

And yet, it was a golden age for the Martial Dao.

This was because with everyone’s lifespan limited to a hundred years by the Sixth Turn Heart Image, each person’s talent would be completely unleashed before they reached that limit.

Not even a Sixth Transformation True Monarch could simply reduce it out of thin air.

To put it simply, if a ninety-nine-year-old man broke through from the Third Turn to the Fourth Turn, his lifespan should theoretically extend by 500 years.

But the Sixth Turn Heart Image dictated that all must die at one hundred.

That 500-year lifespan would be forcefully suppressed, not eliminated.

Thus, in the remaining year of the old man’s life, his innate talent would be boosted by a factor of 500.

His peerless talent would compensate for the suppressed 500 years of life.

The closer one was to death, the more terrifying the results of this lifespan suppression after a breakthrough would be.

If one only had half a day, an hour, or even minutes left to live, their talent would erupt with unprecedented power.

If someone broke through to the Fourth Turn the day before their hundred-year limit, their suppressed lifespan would be compensated by a 180,000-fold boost to their talent for that one day.

It was just like the "Twenty-Seven Limits" from *Son of Heaven*.

In this world, everyone was subject to the hundred-year limit. Due to the lifespan suppression, geniuses emerged in every generation, only to fall like shooting stars within a century.

’Truly a world of Martial Dao cursed by the will of a Sixth Turn expert.’

Fang Can shook his head lightly. He gazed into the distance, fixed on a direction, and stomped his feet gently on the ground.

As a crater abruptly exploded on the dirt slope, his figure vanished from sight.

...

KILL—KILL—

In the distance, battle cries shook the heavens.

The sound of clashing metal rang through the clouds, and bloody flashes of light from blades rained down in the mountain pass.

Over a hundred sword-wielding women, their faces twisted in ferocious, all-out effort, cornered a dozen green-robed swordsmen. Their scarlet tassels fluttered wildly in the wind.

"Hahahaha! Sisters! These so-called righteous sects... we’ll keep the men as breeding cauldrons and kill all the women!"

A boisterous female voice boomed from a female bandit whose right eye was covered with a black patch. Her blade’s spine reflected her vicious grin. "Later, we’ll strip them naked and hang them from the flagpole for all the sisters to have a taste, one by one!"

"Exactly! Our Sacred Sect is unrivaled! How can these pathetic flies and dogs hope to stand against us!"

"You fiends of the Demon Dao! The six great sects are besieging Cloudtop Mountain right now! Your Demon Dao is doomed!" a delicate, high-pitched male voice cried out from amidst the fighting.

"Hahaha, Big Sister here just loves weak little men from righteous sects like you."

A coarse, bandit-like woman licked her lips and grinned. "We’ve got men today, so we’ll fuck today! Don’t let a few of us sisters work you so hard tonight that you can’t get out of bed."

"Despicable! Vile! Shameless!" So insulted, the man cursed with righteous indignation.

"SLURP. We’ll show you what we’re made of once we get you in bed, you little widower!"

Cold sweat beaded on Ji Xinyu’s forehead. She watched as the Demon Sect disciples closed in for the kill, sparks flying where their blades clashed.

As a small sect responding to the six great sects’ call to besiege the Demon Sect at Cloudtop Mountain, they had been ambushed and surrounded by Demon Dao practitioners at the foot of the mountain before they could rendezvous with the main righteous forces.

Although she had reached the Profound Gate Ninth Layer at a young age, she was still no match for an enemy that outnumbered them several times over.

After killing several of the Demon Sect fiends, she had almost no strength left.

Outnumbered, more and more of her fellow disciples were falling under the Demon Sect’s assault.

If no other sect discovered them and came to their rescue, it seemed their fate would be exactly as those fiends had said: the women would all be killed, and the men would be used as breeding cauldrons.

Ji Xinyu watched helplessly as her fellow disciples were cut down one by one, their blood staining the ground red.

In less than a few dozen breaths, the outcome was sealed. The complete defeat of her sect’s dozen or so members was now a foregone conclusion.

In a moment of distraction, a large blade, wielded by a Demon Sect woman, grew larger and larger before her eyes.

In that instant, the sense of mortal danger stretched to its absolute peak. Ji Xinyu felt as if time had frozen.

Before her was a greatsword, aimed at her slender neck, seeming to approach in slow motion. In the next moment, her head would surely be sent flying into the air.

’This is bitter...’ The thought had just formed in Ji Xinyu’s mind when a figure appeared in front of her.

CLANG! A clash of metal exploded against her eardrums.

A jade-like hand had effortlessly caught the steel blade, then easily crushed it to dust.

The sudden appearance of this figure silenced the chaotic scene.

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound and saw a jade-faced youth who had appeared out of nowhere.

GULP...

The sound of swallowing could be heard all around. Everyone present had subconsciously stopped what they were doing, their eyes fixed on the approaching youth.

Even Shi Yuexing was momentarily dazed.

As the captain of the Black Tortoise Banner, she had been with, if not a hundred men, then at least eighty over the years, but she had never seen a youth with such exquisite features and physique.

This teenager with his ruby-red lips and pearly-white teeth... even the most famous courtesans from the red-light districts couldn’t hold a candle to him.

With just one look, she felt a tightness in her chest. She’d be willing to lose ten years of her life just to have a go at him.

"Thank you for saving me, young hero, but please don’t mind us. You should leave quickly."

Ji Xinyu’s face flushed red. Looking at the youth, she said urgently, "There are too many of them! Go and warn the other major sects! Don’t let these lecherous fiends catch..."

Before she could finish, Shi Yuexing, her one good eye filled with lust, shouted:

"Sisters, capture this beauty! After I’ve had the first taste, the rest is for all of you. Line up, one by one!"

"The boss is brilliant!"

"We’ll follow the boss’s lead forever!"

...

Feeling the lecherous gazes all around him, and experiencing such malicious intent from the opposite sex for the first time, Fang Can gripped the hilt of the Purple Rhombus Sword at his waist, displeased.

The next instant, everyone saw a blinding flash of purple light.

A bolt of purple lightning streaked across the sky. The first three bandits to lunge at the youth were decapitated at the neck. Their heads flew into the air as gushing blood dyed the earth crimson.

Amidst the fountains of blood, the white-robed youth stood with his sword behind his back, the hem of his clothes swirling like clouds chasing the moon.