Told You I Can Turn Back Time
Chapter 460 - 372: Turmoil, New Era, and Search_2

Chapter 460: Chapter 372: Turmoil, New Era, and Search_2

"Twenty million? Thirty million? Or fifty million?"

Fan Mingxiu shook his head, as he too found it difficult to estimate how many people had died during that chaotic period.

But Fan Mingxiu was relieved that such severe chaos did not persist.

Just over a month after the great upheaval, the President emerged from seclusion, as he had previously stated.

As the first of the Four Transmitters to demonstrate his power in front of the world, he quickly cleaned up the chaotic warlords among his subordinates, uprooting entire families and executing them all.

Then he overpowered the current world superpowers, defeated a coalition of several countries, and dominated between the two worlds, seizing vast realms of the immortal sects.

Whenever Fan Mingxiu recalled this event, he also felt a sense of pride associated with glory, marveling at how the President had allowed the people to witness the power of the fourth lineage for the first time with absolute violence and terror.

Now, five years later, the President’s cultivation had become even more unfathomable. The new generation of masters in New Country was emerging rapidly. The incorporation of modern technologies from the current world had led the whole country to thrive and prosper even more.

"If it weren’t for the other mighty ones who wielded the fourth lineage, perhaps the President could have unified both realms by now, achieving unprecedented monumental feats."

During his contemplation, Fan Mingxiu had entered the government office when he saw several young men practicing Sword Control in front of the President.

One of the young men held a sword technique, his face solemn as he practiced Spiritual Manipulation with a glint of silver light in the middle of the courtyard.

Fan Mingxiu watched the silver light weaving back and forth, agile like a gliding fish, yet he slightly frowned: "Why is this flying sword so slow?"

"Mingxiu, you’ve arrived."

The speaker, the President, seemed not to have aged in appearance, still as stunningly handsome as ever, but his demeanor had drastically changed, his amber eyes exuding supreme majesty.

Fan Mingxiu knew that this person, now known as the Southern Immortal Emperor, had slaughtered countless people over the past five years.

Whether it was rebellious soldiers, violators of his laws, or uncooperative clans and sects, the President’s response to all opposition was the same... it was to kill, to completely erase their existence.

Absolute tyranny, absolute cruelty, and ruthlessness, which should have incited overwhelming public outrage and resistance, strangely forged a distorted peace under the President’s overpowering martial force.

The President, while casually watching the flying sword, nonchalantly asked, "Mingxiu, what do you think of this Sword Control technique?"

Fan Mingxiu knew that the President had secretly adopted a group of foster sons for training—though these were essentially Death Soldiers—and was surprised he wanted his opinion.

He thought for a moment and said, "It seems a bit slow?"

The President nodded, his expression unreadable: "Indeed, it is slow."

Hearing the President’s comment, the dozen or so foster sons all knelt on the ground, their faces filled with terror.

The young man who was practicing the flying sword technique even crawled over to the President, fearfully saying, "Pres-, President, we have truly done our utmost in training and refining the skills you taught us, but for some reason, we can’t match even one-tenth of the power described in the texts..."

Watching the young man explain himself in a panic, the President indifferently said, "No matter, I know it’s not your fault."

"You all take a rest."

The dozen foster sons immediately breathed a sigh of relief and were about to leave the courtyard.

But just as their spirits relaxed, a bolt of lightning descended from the sky. In a split second, it passed through their bodies, bursting into blinding light.

Fan Mingxiu was startled and quickly closed his eyes and turned away, only looking back to where the lightning had struck after the intense light had faded.

He saw that the Sword Heroes who had been preparing to leave had all vanished, leaving only scorched marks on the ground as the last trace of their existence.

Fan Mingxiu had not expected the President to kill these long-trained Death Soldiers in an instant.

He couldn’t help but think: "Ever since the upheaval and the acquisition of the fourth lineage, the President acts increasingly recklessly, casually executing people, exterminating entire families... But perhaps during such turbulent times, only such ruthless measures can suppress countless powerful beings."

On the other side, after casually annihilating the dozen foster sons, the President showed no intention of explaining.

These foster sons were only experiments for him, like lab rats used to confirm a hypothesis—disposable after use.

At that moment, he looked up to the sky, his face grave, and said, "Mingxiu, do you know why their Sword Control is slow?"

Without waiting for a response, he continued, "Two years ago, I adopted a hundred foster sons and taught them Object Manipulation Skill and Sword Heart Sympathy."

"Two years have passed, and only just over ten have survived, achieving a direct lineage ascension, respectively mastering Thought Division and Heavenly Sword Talent."

"Then came the interesting part. The ascensions they mastered were far weaker than the records suggested."

"Even their understanding of these two ascensions within their consciousness was significantly different from what was documented."

The President sighed, "For instance, the Heavenly Sword Talent, according to the records, should have provided a significant boost in cultivating the Sword Dao and combined with the Object Manipulation Skill, would have increased the speed and power of objects being manipulated."