Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 500 - 296:
In an instant, the pineal gland at the center of the brow throbbed sharply.
A thread of intensely condensed crimson light burst forth, instantly illuminating the inner scenery of consciousness.
This pure True Qi seemed to transform into lamp oil, continuously pouring into the Spiritual Fire being crushed.
The originally flickering flames, upon receiving this powerful boost, erupted with unprecedented brilliance.
The golden light dots from the Golden Benba Bottle were also completely activated at this moment, burning wildly.
Making the entire cluster of flames gradually shift to a bright dazzling crimson-golden color.
The Light Domain expanded outward rapidly, like a rising sun, igniting all surrounding darkness and illusions!
"Roar————"
The hideous Demon God and the wrathful Vajra, under the scorching of the orange-red flames, twisted in expression, their roars tinged with screeching misery.
Their massive bodies began to show signs of melting like wax statues, bit by bit devoured and dispersed by the flames.
The grand chanting thus became sharper and more piercing, as if making a final struggle against the fate of being refined.
In reality, Fang Cheng, seated cross-legged on the bluestone, was undergoing astonishing changes.
His tightly closed eyelids trembled violently, veins bulged on his forehead, and his entire skin flushed red.
Threads of smoke seeped from his pores, with faint traces of golden light swirling inside.
Boom!
A scorching aura suddenly surged from within, distorting the surrounding air.
The few sparrows resting nearby sensed the danger and flapped their wings abruptly, flying to higher grounds.
Fortunately, Fang Cheng wasn’t wearing any clothes at the moment.
Otherwise, with the temperature of these flames, they might ignite in an instant, turning into ashes.
The crimson-golden flames emerged through his body, enveloping him entirely.
The bluestone beneath him sizzled, with the edges faintly blackened.
Fang Cheng, sitting naked within the flames, his bronze skin gleaming with a strange luster under the dawn and firelight.
Like a golden statue being forged in the blazing fire.
Meanwhile,
a pale blue light screen floated into his mind, and lines of prompt messages flashed by sequentially:
Your fusion with a certain spirit is steadily increasing, Spirit +0.001.
You practiced the Meditation Skill under abnormal status, experience +1.
Your fusion with a certain spirit is steadily increasing, Spirit +0.001.
You practiced the Qi Gong Skill under abnormal status, experience +1.
.........
In Lingquan Temple, within the Great Hall.
The morning class was halfway through, hundreds of monks draped in robes were still chanting with devotion.
Suddenly, Roger, seated on the Dharma Platform, abruptly opened his eyes.
A flash of uncertain surprise flickered in his eyes behind the glasses as he rapidly directed his gaze out the window.
Just moments ago, an inexplicable tremor surged in his heart.
As if a whim struck... that the already destroyed Golden Benba Bottle had reappeared!
This feeling, just a faint trace two days ago, uncertain.
But today, it became unusually intense, as if a familiar voice was urgently summoning him from the void.
Roger couldn’t help but recall the encounter at the Lu Family Manor that night.
He initially thought that with his strength and precise planning, retrieving the Golden Benba Bottle from the Lu Family would be a sure thing.
Unexpectedly, an unexpected interloper appeared. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
A masked, fiery bald guy not only shattered the Golden Benba Bottle on the spot but also pinned the blame on him.
The Lu Family mistakenly believed that person was Roger’s dispatched subordinate and retaliated afterwards, subtly and overtly suppressing Lingquan Temple.
If Roger truly had obtained the Golden Benba Bottle, he’d accept the blame.
The key point, however, was he hadn’t even gotten a single strand!
Just like a dumb person trying to swallow bitter tea without being able to say a word.
This resentment simmered in Roger’s heart all along.
For nearly half a month, he had secretly sent people to investigate the background of that bald man.
But it was all in vain; the opponent seemed to have vanished from the world.
"Could it be...the Golden Benba Bottle wasn’t completely shattered, but instead pieced together and repaired?"
"Or ...that damned bald man has appeared again?!"
With this idea, Roger could no longer maintain his composure.
He leaped off the Dharma Platform vigorously, his form as agile as a hawk, darting straight towards the outside of the hall.
"Honorable?!"
The disciples within the hall were all aghast.
The chanting stopped abruptly, and the morning class was consequently interrupted.
.........
In the mountain forest.
When the last bell of the monastery gently echoed.
Within the Consciousness Space, the last illusion was entirely engulfed and refined by the flames.
The grand Buddhist sound, like a giant bell silencing, came to a full stop.
Only leaving an ethereal echoing, appearing faintly in memories.
And, the brighter, more solid blazing spiritual fire radiating crimson-golden glow.
Fang Cheng slowly opened his eyes, two concentrated rays of light flashed and disappeared immediately.
He softly exhaled a breath with a faint sandalwood scent.
Compared to usual, his whole mental state underwent a cataclysmic transformation, as if experiencing a soul-level baptism.
At this moment, Fang Cheng’s perception became unprecedentedly sharp and clear.
No need to deliberately observe, every disturbance within tens of meters was minutely detailed in his mind.
He could "hear" the slight friction of each leaf as the morning wind brushed past the treetops.
He could "smell" the faint earthy scent emitted by the earthworms turning in the soil.
