Chapter 370 - 366: The Death of Fang Can???

Chapter 370: Chapter 366: The Death of Fang Can???

Fifth Turn Sacrificial Artifact: Fangcun Mountain!

Fang Can had experienced its effects before, during the Grand Tournament of All Nations.

When it was first created, Fangcun Mountain was a Sacrificial Artifact forged by the first abbot with the aspiration for the equality of all living beings.

But upon reaching the Fifth Turn, Fangcun Mountain gained a truly terrifying effect.

It could invoke the Vajra’s Furious Gaze to forcibly suppress all Martial Artists below the Fifth Turn.

As the saying goes: The purpose of studying is to better reason with others.

But the purpose of martial arts is to make others reason with you amicably.

And when reason fails, there is also the Vajra’s Furious Gaze—the methods of a Buddha.

Under the suppression of Fangcun Mountain, any power that had not reached the Fifth Turn Arhat Attainment would be utterly stripped away.

Those at full power might even be suppressed to the level of a mortal!

Take, for instance, the Great Chu’s national treasure once wielded by Xiang Longtao: the Eight-Treasured Dragon-Turning Spear.

Although that spear possessed the might of the Fourth Turn, within Fangcun Mountain its Divine Power was contained, leaving it with no special effects.

It became nothing more than a steel spear, hard but otherwise useless.

Above the ruins of the Dayan Capital City, Fang Can, who was locked in battle with Ye Fu, felt an unprecedented weight settle over his body.

As the power of Fangcun Mountain activated overhead, Fang Can’s strength, his speed, his Heart Image, his inherited power...

Absolutely all of his powers that had not reached the Fifth Turn were being drastically weakened.

And it wasn’t just him; Ye Fu’s power was plummeting as well.

Heaven-Ascending Road → Transcendent Body → Qi Induction → Mortal.

In a mere instant, Ye Fu’s physical durability regressed to that of a mortal, and the laws of physics began to take hold of its body.

A body weighing hundreds of thousands of tons simply couldn’t be supported by the density of a normal human physique.

Starting with its feet, which could no longer support its massive weight, blood erupted outward as its entire body collapsed like an avalanche.

With a thunderous crash, Ye Fu’s body came down, a literal mountain of flesh that sent violent tremors through the earth.

Next to Ye Fu’s collapsed body, Fang Can remained trapped in his rage. The Demonic Codex of the Seven Sins was an Eighth Turn Cultivation Technique, so it couldn’t be suppressed by Fangcun Mountain at all.

"ROAR!"

With his physical strength suppressed, Fang Can’s demonic frenzy became even more pronounced.

But having lost his strength, he was completely unable to use any of his martial arts, held fast by the golden light.

"Amitabha." The Abbot placed his palms together, but the Fourth Turn masters in the distance could no longer restrain themselves.

"Master, we must eliminate this evil to the root! If we don’t take this chance to kill... ah, no, to *deliver* him, he’ll become a scourge upon the martial world once he regains his sanity!" the Chu Emperor said urgently, preparing to crush Fang Can from afar with a burst of Powerful Qi.

It wasn’t just him. The dozen or so Fourth Turn masters who had arrived on the scene all unleashed their techniques, intending to kill Fang Can from a distance.

But before their attacks could land, the Abbot’s brow furrowed. ’Do these people truly take me for an idiot?’

In all his years of cultivation, while he was kind, he was by no means soft.

Anyone who reached the Fourth Turn had a will of iron; they couldn’t be swayed by mere words. The Abbot certainly wasn’t about to let them commit a wrong just to make things easier.

He tilted Fangcun Mountain overhead, shifting its golden light to cover these Fourth Turn masters, and instantly suppressed their Realms as well!

Instantly, the powers of the dozen or so Fourth Turn masters were stripped away. They were left standing awkwardly in place, like children being made to stand in the corner by an adult.

Yes, it was precisely this Fifth Turn ability that had cemented the Brahma Sound Temple’s supreme status among the nations of the martial world.

If any past abbot had harbored the same ambition to rule the nations as the Great Derivation once did, the world’s dynasties would have changed long ago.

"Amitabha. Honored donors, young friend Fang Can has been suppressed by Fangcun Mountain. Once his demonic nature is purged, he will surely become a pillar of the righteous path."

The Abbot placed his palms together. "This old monk is willing to act as his guarantor. We will allow Donor Fang to cultivate within our monastery as a layman. I ask that you all grant me this small courtesy."

"Well... let it be as the Abbot says," the Fourth Turn masters on the scene sighed.

With their powers sealed, arguing would be like a child trying to fight an adult. What else could they possibly say?

They shot a regretful glance at Fang Can. ’If we don’t kill him now,’ they thought, ’he’ll become a grave menace later.’

’Wait...’ Suddenly, the Abbot’s brow furrowed. His gaze shifted to where Ye Fu had collapsed. It wasn’t an illusion; the mass of Ye Fu’s flesh had just expanded slightly.

But before he could give it more thought, he heard countless shrieks coming from the heavens.

’What is that sound...’ The Abbot felt the hair on his skin stand on end. Lifting his gaze, he saw innumerable white, sword-like objects streaking toward them.

With a single glance, the Abbot saw a rain of tens of thousands of white arrows filling the sky.

Deep within a cavern, the cynical expression on the Botch King’s face was replaced with a hint of gravity. He had anticipated that the Abbot of the Brahma Sound Temple might intervene in the war.

Not long ago, he had asked Fang Can how they could possibly contend with Fangcun Mountain and its ability to suppress even Fourth Turn masters if the Abbot were to get involved.

He clearly remembered how Fang Can’s expression had turned dead serious. "You’d better hope that never happens," he’d said. "Because if the Brahma Sound Temple intervenes, things will likely spiral into the worst-case scenario."

"To put it simply, it would be a situation that even I can’t control. In the worst case... the entire martial world might be destroyed."

"When that happens, just run as far as you can. I won’t be able to worry about you."

"Why?" the Botch King had asked. Fang Can had only offered an enigmatic smile in response.

...

Back in the present, as Fangcun Mountain suppressed Fang Can’s Realm, the flesh that had lost its connection to him activated a contingency protocol.

The pieces of Fang Can’s flesh that had been serving as protective shields for the other Martial Artists began to detach from their bodies, transforming into countless arrows that flew toward Fang Can’s location.

’Are they here to save Donor Fang?’ the Abbot concluded.

Seeing the sword-like projectiles approaching at over a hundred times the speed of sound, a few of the Fourth Turn masters paled. "Master, release us! Quickly! We won’t attack Fang Can anymore, alright?"

The Abbot nodded lightly, worried they might be killed if he failed to protect them adequately.

Even the Abbot couldn’t help but brace himself as he watched the white projectiles, which resembled a blast from a star-destroying cannon.

He channeled his Profound Skill, forming a protective aura of qi, and flew up to intercept them.

But in the next instant, just before impact, the rain of thousands of arrows swerved around the Abbot, changing course to fly directly at Fang Can.

’Trying to merge with Donor Fang? It’s useless. Anything below the Fifth Turn is futile here.’

As the Abbot thought this, he prepared to turn and use Fangcun Mountain’s divine light to suppress the realm of the flesh as it merged with Fang Can.

But with a deafening BOOM, the Abbot’s expression went completely slack, utterly stupefied.

The white projectiles from the sky had slammed directly into Fang Can, blasting his mortal-level body to smithereens.

Fang Can had been... by his own flesh...

Blown to smithereens???