Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 447 - 273_2

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Chapter 447: Chapter 273_2

Fang Cheng gazed at the flames, his eyes reflecting the flickering golden specks.

Within the interplay of light and shadow, one could perceive that the flames were not merely consuming.

They were like a finely woven net, absorbing strands of information and stray energy from the outside world.

Simultaneously, through the act of burning, they purified all possible impurities that might interfere with themselves.

"This feeling..."

Fang Cheng had a flash of insight, suddenly realizing.

Isn’t this the very Spiritual Technique he had once tried, used to purify foreign ’distracting thoughts’?

Back then, he practiced within the Memory Palace, but now he was simply practicing meditation.

Upon realizing this, Fang Cheng immediately summoned a panel.

Dim blue lights flashed before his eyes, with lines of prompt messages passing by one after another.

[You are absorbing foreign consciousness, condensing self-awareness, Spirit increases by 0.001]

[Your degree of integration with a certain Spirituality is gradually increasing, Spirit increases by 0.001]

[You are practicing the Meditation Skill, experience increases by +1]

[You are absorbing foreign consciousness, condensing self-awareness, Spirit increases by 0.001]

[Your degree of integration with a certain Spirituality is gradually increasing, Spirit increases by 0.001]

.........

Fang Cheng’s eyes flickered slightly, looking at the panel information floating in the air.

Then he closed his eyelids, calming his mind.

The surrounding space rippled like the surface of a lake brushed by a breeze, seemingly resonating with a dimension hidden in the abyss.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze swept around.

What came into view was no longer the rough, unfinished room but his own bedroom far away on Jiangbei Old Factory Street.

The familiar walls, the old desk piled with books, everything felt tangibly real.

After a brief moment of daze, Fang Cheng’s eyes instantly became sharp, with flames faintly flickering deep in his pupils.

He immediately got out of bed, stepping barefoot onto the floor, and quickly walked towards the "door" that connected to the outside world.

With a click, he grasped the doorknob with his fingertips and gently twisted it.

The tightly closed wooden door creaked as it slowly opened.

Behind the door was pitch black, as if shrouded tightly by a heavy black curtain.

The scene before him seemed identical to when he last left.

But Fang Cheng acutely sensed that the boundaries of this space had subtly expanded, making it appear even emptier.

Moreover, in the very center of the darkness, a golden orb prominently appeared.

It floated quietly, its light as faint as a candle flame, yet it seemed to possess the power to penetrate chaos, vaguely illuminating a small space.

Tiny light patterns flowed across the orb’s surface, like ancient runes slowly moving.

At times gathering into a vortex, at times scattering like a star cluster.

Each flicker of the light patterns sent out a ripple of transparency, emitting a faint trembling sound.

Causing Fang Cheng’s consciousness to involuntarily tremble slightly, as if there was a very close connection between the two.

At the same time, outside the Memory Palace, a powerful suction force suddenly emerged, like a black hole pulling everything around it.

The thought waves attracted by the flame’s radiance swirled in a vortex, spinning rapidly around the halo.

Under the pull of the Invisible Power, they were drawn in one by one, beginning the process of refinement and purification.

Fang Cheng could clearly see the entire purification process.

Those foreign consciousnesses twisted and deformed under the scorching of the Spiritual Fire, the impurities evaporating like blue smoke.

Ultimately transforming into droplets of glowing, pure Spiritual Energy, akin to star fragments.

Part of this energy merged into the Memory Palace, causing its boundaries to expand outward like a rising tide, while another part transformed into flowing light, merging with the golden orb.

Each energy infusion made the light patterns on the orb’s surface even clearer, with the flowing light thus strengthened, expanding the illuminated space outward inch by inch.

Accumulating enough power to tear through space, intending to completely illuminate the Memory Palace shrouded in darkness.

It was like a lighthouse piercing through the mist in a silent night, or the sun hidden in the darkness before dawn, awaiting the moment to burst forth and reshape this Chaos Realm with its radiance.

Watching this strange scene, Fang Cheng’s thoughts surged.

The golden orb before him was almost identical to the one condensed by the array in the underground vault at the Lu Family Manor last night.

The only difference was that its size had shrunk significantly, and its light had faded a lot.

As if severely injured, it lurked in the Memory Palace he had constructed.

Fang Cheng recalled the scene when he shattered the Golden Benba Bottle with a punch.

The pure gold bottle instantly fragmented, the absorbed vital essence and sealed energy turning into a blood mist that scattered everywhere.

Only a golden light burst out from within, pouncing into his brow like a spiritual snake.

It seems to have secretly parasitized deep in his consciousness from that moment.

Then, during the process of absorbing the blood rain, it completed some level of fusion with him.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng stepped forward and tentatively reached out to touch the orb.

At the moment of contact, a warmth spread along the nerve endings, as if melding with his consciousness in an intimate embrace.

Fang Cheng closed his eyes, carefully sensing the resonance of tremors between himself and the golden orb, suddenly gaining insight.

This golden light was actually the spiritual essence nurtured and nourished by the Golden Benba Bottle over two thousand years.

It is said that the older, the better, especially such a legendary Saint Relic.

After the bottle was shattered, it sought a new vessel, inexplicably choosing his body.

In other words, he had now become the new "bottle" of the Golden Benba Bottle.