Little Hei watched Fang Zhiyi once again direct his army to excavate an iron mine and could not help but click his tongue. "Are there really this many minerals in this world? They're begging for food while sitting on gold bricks." But on second thought, if one could gain abilities simply through faith and luck, then having technology or not did not really matter.
Fang Zhiyi brought out almost all of his accumulated experience. Whenever he placed the blueprints he knew by heart in front of the artisans, they would immediately begin studying them. Batches of weapons were produced, rapidly arming the uprising forces.
In addition to this, Fang Zhiyi shouldered another crucial task: brainwashing.
"Eradicate feudal superstition!"
"You are your own master!"
"Our faith is freedom!"
Various slogans were plastered all over the streets and alleys. The first batch of believers he had led had already begun working independently. Commoners from all over gathered in houses to listen to the lecturers. They taught everything from speculations about the gods to science. When faced with doubts, the lecturers did not argue back; instead, they took the crowds to see the small tools Fang Zhiyi and his men had rushed to build, explaining the underlying principles to them.
Of course, the ultimate trump card was always the same.
"Do you want your children to continue living in a world where they must rely on the pity of so-called gods just to get ahead? Open your eyes and look! Once they learn knowledge, they can rely on their own two hands to achieve a much more brilliant life!"
No one was immune to worrying about their children's future. Even the earliest followers of the evil gods had originally thrown themselves into the gods' embrace for the sake of their families. In the past, they worshipped the evil gods; now, they worshipped Fang Zhiyi.
The empire had long since descended into chaos, with commoners rioting in all directions.
The commoners, whose loved ones had died at the hands of the ability users, now had weapons capable of fighting back. The ability users went from their initial disdain to a growing sense of panic, because even a ten-to-one casualty ratio was a gamble they dared not take. They could accept being killed by the followers of evil gods, but they could not accept being slain by lowly commoners.
"Look at this, this is the kind of weapon they use!" A captain of the ability users threw down a pile of firearms. The leadership of the Divine Council stared at the objects with solemn expressions. After inspecting them, an old man gave a soft snort.
"They delusionally attempt to defy the divine will by relying on these wicked things? The gods have bestowed power upon you; you should not fear."
The captain was momentarily left speechless. The comfort of recent days and the promotions gained by slaughtering innocent civilians to claim false merits had quietly altered the subconsciousness of most ability users. They had begun to fear death. Furthermore, the newly promoted ability users had absolutely no combat experience against real enemies. The commoners seemed to have noticed their cowardice and had consequently become even more aggressive.
"The North has fallen, and Hearth City has fallen as well. The main force of the commoners is not far from the royal capital."
"What is the King doing?" a priest asked.
"The King?" At the mention of this, the captain's face turned somewhat ugly. "He is waiting to watch us make fools of ourselves. After all, we had a very unpleasant falling out previously."
"Tell him to dispatch the kingdom's army. This is the will of the gods."
Someone immediately came up with the idea. Naturally, they could not rely solely on the ability users for a rebellion of this scale; the royal family had to take responsibility as well. Not to mention, the royal army was the direct lineage of the God of War.
"By the way, the leader of the northern rebels is that blasphemer," the captain said.
The room fell silent.
"Then your mission is to find him and kill him. Once he is dead, the commoners will naturally disband."
"...Yes."
Outside Hearth City, the King ultimately could not withstand the pressure and, cursing and swearing, dispatched his own army. These valiant proxies of the God of War surrounded Hearth City, shouting curses at the commoners on the city walls and demanding they come down to meet their deaths.
While they were locked in a standoff with the defenders of Hearth City, a dozen figures stealthily infiltrated the city and began searching everywhere for traces of Fang Zhiyi.
However, despite wandering all over, they could not find him. Logically, Fang Zhiyi should have been in the core building or on the city walls, but the results left them disappointed. The blasphemer did not seem to be here.
"This isn't right. The intelligence clearly stated he was here..." the captain said with a frown.
Meanwhile, the royal army outside the city began their siege, followed by a series of deafening explosions. All the ability users simultaneously looked toward the city gates, their hearts trembling.
How the hell could commoners create such a commotion?
Wearing heavy armor and possessing divine strength, the royal army felt fear for the first time. How were the commoners before them the same weaklings who used to let themselves be slaughtered? The weapons in their hands were simply far more terrifying than any ability! Although their bodies had been enhanced by the abilities granted by the God of War, they could not withstand those wicked weapons!
In merely ten minutes or so, the royal army began to crumble, which gradually evolved into a full-blown rout. Some even chose to surrender directly. With such a massive disparity, what was the point of fighting?
The captain also sensed that things were going terribly wrong and immediately ordered a retreat. However, just as he opened his mouth, he saw a familiar face. It was the assassination target he had been desperately searching for.
"Everyone, you've come from so far away. Are you really going to leave without even saying hello?"
"Fang Zhiyi! Die!"
In an instant, a dazzling array of abilities was hurled at him. The bombardment lasted for a full five minutes, completely destroying the spot where Fang Zhiyi stood, along with the surrounding houses.
The captain was ecstatic. He was already a Rank One ability user; no one could survive his attacks, let alone the fact that he had brought only top-tier experts with him this time.
"Don't you even understand the rule that smoke means no damage?" Fang Zhiyi's lazy voice drifted over, leaving the captain dumbfounded.
He stared as Fang Zhiyi remained standing in the exact same spot, simply looking back at them.
"You... what evil magic did you use?"
Fang Zhiyi smiled. "Everyone sees it now, right? As long as your will is firm and you believe in yourselves, even these scumbags who ride on your heads and act tyrannically cannot harm a single hair on your bodies!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the ability users finally realized that, at some point, a large number of rebels had gathered around them. And these rebels, who should have been terrified of them, were now staring at them with the eyes of hungry wolves looking at meat!
Fang Zhiyi had no intention of striking personally. He needed to let these people establish their own faith.
"Open fire!"
What followed was a roaring barrage of guns and cannons. These shining proxies under the banners of various gods all began to fight back, but their counterattacks gradually devolved into mere defense, and then came the injuries, the falls, and the deaths.
The captain was furious. These lowly peasants actually dared to attack ability users!
"Great God of Light, please grant me the power of the Holy Light..." Out of habit, he closed his eyes and prayed for a moment. His entire body suddenly soared into the air, his eyes flashing with blinding golden light. "You blasphemers will all die! The great god is..."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
