This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

Chapter 338: Chapter 335: Fang Can’s Self-Splitting and Proliferation

A black-and-white explosion, wreathed in black lightning, soared into the sky, reflected in every onlooker’s eyes.

The minds of everyone in the city went blank. They tried to swallow, but no sound came out, as if invisible hands were wrapped around their throats.

’If this is real, does that mean our Empress... is dead?’

As this thought took hold, a top-down perspective was implanted into everyone’s mind.

Transmitted via the Heart Image, they saw the ruins of the Grand Hall, which looked as though it had been hit by a missile strike.

The once-glorious hall was now a massive crater. Everything within a hundred-meter radius had been obliterated into dust.

In the face of Fang Can’s cataclysmic strike, a terrifying fear of death gripped everyone’s heart.

Her Majesty had been the first to fall. Who would be next?

Soon, they could only watch as the sky erupted like a starburst, and countless motes of black and white energy—like stardust—rained down upon the earth.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM—

Countless thunderous explosions echoed from every corner of the city, stirring a wave of panicked cries.

Through the Heart Image, they learned that everyone affected was of the current Li Yang imperial bloodline.

A few moments later, the commotion died down. A cold notification then formed in everyone’s minds via the Heart Image.

”In one hour, I will appear at the Grand Hall. Everyone is to be there.”

With that, Fang Can voluntarily severed the connection. He raised his hand, and an ancient Buddhist Bead appeared within it.

This was the Buddhist Bead given to him by the abbot of the Brahma Sound Temple. Engraved within was the method to break the Celestial Eye Technique.

But ever since Chi Xiao had been taken away, he had stored this Buddhist Bead away, unused. Now, however, he intended to use it to reverse-engineer the Secret Technique it contained.

That’s right—he would use the counter to the Celestial Eye Technique to deduce the technique itself.

Then, using the Celestial Eye Technique, he would master the first level of the Buddhist art of Telepathy by analogy.

’If you’re going to do something, do it right. Since I agreed to rule this nation, I can’t just phone it in.’

’Even my own pride wouldn’t allow me to hand over a defective product in the end.’

’I can only stay in this world for about a month.’

’But the nation I establish should at least last for a hundred years after I’m gone before it collapses.’

’In that case, wouldn’t it be most effective to use the unifying power of Telepathy to directly listen to the voices in the people’s hearts?’

The next moment, he projected an immense amount of his will into the Buddhist Bead, beginning to reverse-engineer the Celestial Eye Technique and build the data model for Telepathy.

The Telepathy he was constructing this time was only for listening to the inner voices of the common people. It was just the first level, the Realm of ”seeing the mountain is not the mountain,” so it was relatively simple to create.

As time trickled by, with the processing speed of his Half-Step Fifth Turn mind, Fang Can fully mastered the technique in less than an hour.

A thousand thoughts flickered through his eyes as the wills of all the living beings below came into his view.

Joy, fear, excitement, lust, murderous intent...

’The hearts of men are truly a treacherous domain...’

Gazing down at the city, a flash of irritation crossed Fang Can’s eyes.

’These people’s thoughts are so filthy. Most of them are negative. Staring at this too long will give me an eye infection.’

’And what’s with so many of them lusting after me in their minds? Have they never seen a man before?’

’And those women who are both terrified and aroused... Are they masochists? How pathetic.’

Fang Can let out a long breath, a mocking glint appearing in his eyes.

Because soon, the countless billions of lives on the planet below would grovel at his feet, becoming part of a grand social experiment.

’Let’s just see what kind of effect my supreme power can have on this ancient feudal dynasty in one month.’

As the thought formed, Fang Can grabbed his full head of white hair. With a sharp tug of his powerful hands...

RRRIP—

With that motion, his entire head, from the neck up, was torn clean off his shoulders.

His body and head separated. He then cradled his own severed head in his arms.

Upon sensing the head’s detachment, Fang Can’s consciousness should have immediately transferred from the brain into his main body.

This was part of his body’s fundamental programming.

His consciousness was always meant to reside in the largest part of his biomass, growing that part to perfection.

Any other piece of flesh, at the instant of separation from the main self, would automatically destroy its backed-up consciousness. It could only store new memories again after reconnecting with the main body.

But now, Fang Can’s will ruthlessly suppressed that instinct.

Although his body and brain were separate, Fang Can’s primary consciousness remained fully within the brain.

The brain then began to grow and expand at a visible rate, regenerating a new body for himself.

Of course, because the head had force-grown an entire body, its strength was only at 10% of the original.

However, due to his [Indomitable] trait, his body would recover to its optimal state. In less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, his power would return to normal.

Now, in outer space, two figures stood facing each other.

The figures were identical in build. The only difference was that one had a head, and the other was headless.

Fang Can looked at the headless body before him. With a mere thought, the body began to twist and deform.

The body before him transformed into a prismatic white crystal, floating in space.

’This should be sufficient.’ A smile touched Fang Can’s lips as he looked at the crystal formed from his own flesh and blood.

He needed to go down to the surface personally. Once there, the suppression on the Sixth Turn Realm would be too great, and he wouldn’t be able to unleash destruction on this scale directly.

Therefore, he had turned his own flesh into a satellite, which he could use to remotely monitor the entire imperial city in real-time via Telepathy.

Then, he would project everyone’s thoughts from the ’Fang Can Satellite’ into his own mind.

This way, he would know the thoughts of the entire city. If any dissenters appeared, he could simply use the satellite to execute an over-the-horizon strike from low-earth orbit.

Considering the upcoming task of purging the other cities, Fang Can thought for a moment before giving the satellite another command: to devour surrounding matter and self-replicate.

But as he had the thought, all matter within a radius of thousands of kilometers began to tremble, forcing Fang Can to halt the command.

He had just overlooked a crucial fact: the actual mass of his physical body was already terrifyingly greater than that of an entire city.

The reason his recovery speed was normally so fast was that every Martial Artist was essentially a human-shaped wishing machine.

All the energy for their recovery came from the Martial Artist’s own Mental Power, without relying on external sources.

And since he was both a Martial Artist and a super-powered healer, his abilities were even more pronounced.

But the Fang Can Satellite, now just a chunk of flesh, naturally lacked a ’heart’—a source of will. It was a disposable, single-use product.

If it had to abide by the primitive law of conservation of energy, it would need to devour the mass of dozens of cities just to replicate his original body.

Resigned, Fang Can had no choice but to abandon the idea of having the satellite self-replicate for now.

Still, even one satellite would be enough for the time being.