Chapter 332 - 329: Personality Excretion

Chapter 332: Chapter 329: Personality Excretion

Standing atop the summit of the clouds, she faced the gazes of everyone present.

Dongfang Wuji could clearly feel how different she had become!

Almost everyone has had this kind of experience at some point.

If you stare at a single word for too long, you’ll suddenly feel like you don’t recognize it anymore, seeing it only as a collection of abstract lines.

This is a phenomenon where, after prolonged exposure to the same visual, auditory, or other sensory stimulus, the brain experiences neural fatigue and perceives the stimulus as unfamiliar.

Scientifically, this is explained as semantic satiation.

But we’re not talking about science today!

In short, after more than a decade of seclusion, Dongfang Wuji had completely forgotten how to kill.

Martial arts, techniques, life and death—she had cast them all aside!

Yes, truly cast them aside!

If killing had once been an instinct for her, a part of her very being...!

Then at this moment, Dongfang Wuji had excreted that part of her persona!

Just like her earlier "seeing without looking," she had now comprehended the true meaning of "killing without killing"!

That excreted persona had completely merged with the world around her!

Everything was instinctual, as if the world itself was protecting her.

There was no need to draw a sword; her enemies would be slain by phantom blades on their own.

There was no need to take a step; her body would freely move to the correct position.

She wouldn’t even have to think of killing before her enemies were already dead, all their malice deflected away!

But that formless power was ultimately different from the power of the world itself, so to distinguish it...

Dongfang Wuji named that ethereal persona—a Stand User!

Looking at the young man before her, Dongfang Wuji’s originally aged face began to restore itself, gradually returning to its former peerless beauty.

Her eyes now burned brightly as she stared at the young man, her tone filled with unconcealable excitement:

"I can feel it. The opportunity to break through to the Immortal Realm lies with you!"

"I’m about to die of old age. It could be tonight, or it could be in the next breath."

"Before I die, I had planned to do one last thing for the Holy Sect—kill the six major sects and the hundred thousand armored cavalry waiting at the foot of the mountain to play the fisherman."

"But now that I’ve met you, none of that other business is worth worrying about anymore."

Dongfang Wuji felt the blood beginning to boil in her veins. "Come. Let’s fight to the death with everything we have, until only one of us is left standing."

"Sect Leader..." Yang Xiao stared blankly at the woman before him, about to speak.

But he was cut off by Dongfang Wuji’s cold rebuke, "Get lost! Don’t get in my way!"

SWOOSH—

Before he could even react, his body had been shifted back into the Demon Dao’s camp.

This sudden move made Fang Can’s expression turn serious. "Isn’t this an inheritance? Things are finally getting a little interesting!"

"I’ve decided to take back what I said before. In this world, there are actually a few decent people worth my attention."

In the distance, from within the righteous faction’s camp, Zhang Yuanqiao of Wudang shouted:

"Hero Fang, be careful! Dongfang Wuji is protected by ethereal blades. She may have reached the legendary 7th Floor of the Qiankun Great Shift!"

"The Qiankun Great Shift?" Fang Can paused for a moment.

"If you want to learn it, I’ll teach you everything after you win. I’ll even let you rule the entire Holy Sect!"

Dongfang Wuji spoke nonchalantly, but her eyes immediately turned grim. "But you’ll have to kill me first!"

As her words fell, her body vanished from the spot without a sound, making no visible movement.

She reappeared before Fang Can as if she had warped through space, her slender right palm striking toward his chest at a terrifying speed!

’So you want to compete in strength?’

Fang Can sneered, releasing the Golden Lion King’s skull with his left hand and thrusting out his right palm.

BOOM—

A visible shockwave blasted outward, as if two meteorites had collided in mid-air.

On one side was the black aura of Fang Can’s AT Field; on the other, a torrent of white energy.

A thunderous crack echoed through the sky. The Golden Lion King, being too close, had blood stream from his ears as the shockwave sent him flying.

Under the tremendous impact, the entire summit of the clouds trembled violently, seemingly on the verge of collapse.

After the exchange of palms, in full view of the crowd, both stood their ground, not retreating an inch.

In this clash of pure power, they were actually evenly matched!

But in the next instant, Fang Can’s eyes narrowed, and he sidestepped.

Where he had just been standing, a sword gash dozens of yards long appeared in the ground.

And that wasn’t the end. From the void, the eighteen traditional weapons—sabers, spears, swords, halberds—came at him one after another.

Every strike was powerful and heavy, like King Yama himself reaping a soul. Even a Fourth Turn Martial Artist would struggle to block them.

But Fang Can could!

He shot his head up, clenched his fists, and faced the overhead onslaught, punching upward.

His legs rooted to the ground as his fists unleashed a barrage like heavy cannons.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!

In an instant, the ground groaned under the strain.

Fang Can’s fists became a blur of afterimages, each punch creating a visible pillar of vacuum that collided with the blade auras and Sword Qi.

As he punched, the terrifying recoil was channeled through his force field and released into the summit beneath his feet.

The heroes of the Martial World present only felt the ground beneath them begin to tremble violently, as if an earth dragon were turning over. Then, under Fang Can’s stomping, it actually began to sink at a visible rate.

He was actually causing the entire summit to collapse just by punching toward the sky!

The collision between his columns of force and the invisible power created layered shockwaves, and the more fragile Martial Artists nearby were directly blasted off the summit.

"What the hell is going on? Is there an earthquake on the summit?"

At the foot of Demon Peak, a fierce-looking woman in armor was surrounded by a great army.

Dozens of corpses lay before her—the remains of righteous sect members who had seen things were going badly and tried to flee the summit.

But at this moment, the woman and her army were all looking up at the peak that pierced the clouds.

The once-ethereal clouds had been completely shattered. The air rippled like the surface of water, with visible shockwaves spreading out from the mountaintop.

With her excellent eyesight, she could even see a dozen or so Martial Artists being occasionally flung from the peak like ants caught in a gale.

’Are you telling me this level of destruction is something a Martial Artist can cause?’

Forget the imperial guards; even the Grandmasters on-site were in disbelief. How could the gap between two Fourth Turn experts be this enormous?

This cataclysmic scene was deeply seared into their minds.

But neither of these two could be measured by this world’s standards. The Sixth Turn restrictions could only suppress those at the Fourth Turn; once a power level reached the Fifth Turn, they were completely ineffective.

Fang Can, needless to say, was a born cheater, having sacrificed a hundred years of his life at the Second Turn Realm.

His masterpiece, "My Reversal of Fortune Talent," had won first place in the Multiverse essay competition.

And Dongfang Wuji was a once-in-a-generation genius of this world.

Although her time was almost up, she was only a step away from the Fifth Turn—at the peak Great Perfection stage of the Half-Step Fifth Turn Realm.

Her personal history was so extensive you could write a thousand-word essay about her alone.

Although she still hadn’t reached the Fifth Turn Realm, this world’s suppression of her was becoming increasingly faint, allowing her to gradually reveal a sliver of her true destructive power.

In this world, these two were basically pros smurfing in a beginner’s lobby.

Now that they had clashed, the situation had spiraled out of control, and the aftershocks of their battle nearly toppled the entire mountain.

And atop that peak, two figures flickered and teleported, weaving and colliding non-stop.

The once-solid ground beneath their feet was now pockmarked with dozens of irregular circular craters of varying sizes, as if it were a warzone blanketed by artillery fire.

Seizing an opening, Fang Can’s right fist, carrying enough force to topple the mountain, slammed viciously into Dongfang Wuji’s back.

But as the terrifying force was unleashed, Dongfang Wuji’s figure didn’t even tremble.

Amidst a massive roar, the buildings in front of her were obliterated by the shockwave from Fang Can’s palm strike.

A fine line of blood appeared on Fang Can’s chest, but it closed up before any blood could spill.

The phantom blades had taken advantage of the opening in his attack to slice his skin.

Although he was slightly injured, the brief exchange was enough for Fang Can to understand this woman’s abilities.

First, the 7th Floor of the Qiankun Great Shift allowed Dongfang Wuji to completely separate her entire concept of the Martial Dao from herself.

That concept, while possessing Dongfang Wuji’s power, could move freely within a ten-zhang radius of her.

At the same time, each of its attacks could manifest different ethereal weapons, drawing from all the techniques Dongfang Wuji had ever learned.

Because this persona was formless and intangible, its attacks left no trace and could only be dodged by instinct. Moreover, this "stand" represented Dongfang Wuji’s spiritual side; even if it were dispersed, it would just reform.

Added to her own self, it was like two people were attacking him at once!

But Dongfang Wuji herself was even more troublesome than her invisible stand, because aside from the stand, she also had her inheritance!

That’s right. This so-called stand was not Dongfang Wuji’s inheritance; it was merely a Cultivation Technique for splitting her own self.

Dongfang Wuji’s true inheritance was called [Looking at the Moon Over the Mountain].

To put it simply, her body only acted as a conduit for force.

A fist could strike Dongfang Wuji’s face, but the force would explode out from the back of her head, completely bypassing her. Her body was like the "mountain" in the "striking the cow through the mountain" technique—it couldn’t be affected by the force.

In other words, Dongfang Wuji currently had five layers of defense stacked on her.

To injure Dongfang Wuji with a punch, one would first have to break through the stand’s Qiankun Great Shift power redirection, then shatter the stand’s defenses.

Because only by destroying the stand first could one even touch Dongfang Wuji.

And after destroying the stand, you would then have to face Dongfang Wuji’s own power redirection, her [Looking at the Moon Over the Mountain], and the defense from her Horizontal Training.

Only by breaking through all Five Layers of defense at once could you truly injure Dongfang Wuji’s physical body.

Just like the name of her inheritance, trying to harm Dongfang Wuji was like gazing at the moon from behind five mountain ranges.

Most Fourth Turn Martial Artists couldn’t even touch the corner of her clothes, let alone harm her.

In the past, people would praise resilient Body Refining Martial Artists by comparing them to a tortoise shell.

In that case, the current Dongfang Wuji was like an HP tank with five layers of tortoise shell armor stacked on top!