Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 524 - 305: Wish Power Network, Remote Descent_2

And some modern Spiritual Cultivation Sects try to combine new quantum physics concepts to explain, likening "Wish Power" to a special energy wave.

They believe this energy wave can act on others through effects similar to "quantum entanglement" and ultimately feedback to the emitter itself.

According to the "projection law" of the universe, the "Wish Power" one emits, whether positive Blessing or negative curse, its energy will ultimately bounce back to oneself like a boomerang, forming a perfect closed loop of "Wish Power equals cause and effect."

In summary, the generation of "Wish Power" is essentially the result of interaction on the spiritual level between the emitter and the receiver.

Its final effect largely depends on whether the intention is pure, whether the belief is firm, and also adheres to the cosmic law of energy conservation.

As the number of individuals establishing Spiritual Link with oneself continues to increase in the future, and the depth of the links between each other is continuously strengthened, the total amount of "Wish Power" that Fang Cheng can collect will inevitably grow more and more.

This will not only deeply affect Fang Cheng himself but will also subtly impact those individuals who have established a Spiritual Link with him.

The spiritual world of everyone may thus undergo some subtle changes, converging in a certain direction.

And Fang Cheng, as the central hub where this increasingly vast "Wish Power Network" ultimately converges, is naturally the most affected and most directly impacted.

During meditation, countless whispers gather into a spiritual torrent at one’s ears.

In daily life, sudden auditory hallucinations and illusions...

These are specific manifestations of the influence of "Wish Power," the collateral phenomena of this network’s operation.

Fang Cheng needs to more rapidly sift out those truly valuable contents from this increasingly noisy and complex information.

For example, the exceptionally strong distress signals emitted in critical moments by certain individuals linked to him.

Or, some malicious thoughts and warnings targeted at him and his close friends.

How to maintain a clear balance between this intricate boundary of chaos and clarity.

How to effectively utilize this vast array of information, without being backfired or engulfed by it.

All have become a crucial topic on the future path of Spiritual Cultivation.

Fang Cheng’s consciousness immerses in the Memory Palace, his gaze slowly sweeping across.

This is an expansive Spirit Space, where the outlines of the temple are hazily visible in the darkness.

Above the dome, not a starry sky, but a kind of profound, indescribable darkness.

This spiritual fortress floating in the world of consciousness itself has no lighting facilities.

Due to the presence of golden light balls and numerous light spots, nowadays it finally barely illuminates the surrounding scenes.

A few gigantic pillars and arches supporting the vast structure cast large shadows.

Consciousness like wind, silently sweeping across, making everything appear both solemn and mysterious.

Fang Cheng, like a king, inspects this territory.

At this moment, he notices that the luster in the fringe areas of the palace appears slightly dim.

The structural connections also show signs of slackening, like the beams and pillars of an ancient temple accumulating dust, beginning to reveal subtle cracks.

The Memory Palace itself needs to be "maintained" regularly.

Otherwise, as time passes, it will gradually fall into decay and ultimately collapse, due to lack of repairs, just like buildings in reality.

And these "light points" scattered everywhere like stars have brought vitality and growth potential to the Memory Palace, but also introduced new unstable factors.

Apart from the erosive Strength from the dark void, Fang Cheng can also faintly feel that outside the Memory Palace, there seem to be some even more bizarre things.

They lurk outside, attempting to infiltrate slowly and silently using those "Star light points" representing ordinary people as stepping stones.

This feeling is very vague, indescribable, yet instinctively makes Fang Cheng feel a trace of alertness.

He does not dwell deeply on this unusual feeling for the time being, but keeps it silently in his heart, viewing it as a phenomenon needing long-term attention.

Collecting his chaotic thoughts, Fang Cheng slowly opened his eyes.

The room remains dark, he glanced at the phone placed beside him.

The screen clearly displays the current time:

13:26.

It is already past noon, nearly two o’clock in the afternoon.

The wind and rain outside the window still have not ceased, the sky is dim and gloomy, like twilight arriving early.

Fang Cheng’s stomach growls, but he does not immediately get up to go downstairs to find a restaurant to eat.

The day before yesterday, Xu Hao reported an important message through secret liaison.

The Noah Organization’s branch in East City will hold an internal action meeting this afternoon, roughly around this time.

The main agenda is to discuss how to hunt down that Murderer, who slaughtered over two hundred people in the port warehouse incident and antagonized the organization.

That is, Fang Cheng, who has been impersonated by someone else.

And Xu Hao, in order to obtain more intelligence, chose to volunteer himself.

Perhaps due to Noah Organization’s severe shortage of manpower, or perhaps because of his identity as a local in East Capital, he actually managed to secure qualification to participate in the action.

Xu Hao then confidently declared that once he obtains concrete news, he will find a way to inform Fang Cheng at first opportunity.

But Fang Cheng does not intend to passively wait for Xu Hao to deliver intelligence.

Instead, he plans to personally "attend" this feast against himself.

Adjusting his breath, Fang Cheng suppressed his urge to eat and calmed his mind.

Then he closed his eyes again, letting his consciousness sink into the Memory Palace.

This time, the target is very clear.

Searching among many flickering "Star light points" for a moment, he quickly locked onto a relatively bright point.

Concentrating, he threw his consciousness along the invisible spiritual thread towards the light point representing Xu Hao.

"One-way projection!"

As Fang Cheng silently whispered the command in his heart, a humming resonance sound echoed in his ears.

In an instant, the vision suddenly transformed.

Everything around turned into a tunnel of flowing light and color, countless strange and grotesque scenes streaked by like a fast-forwarded movie, constantly changing, twisting, stretching.

Fang Cheng felt as if he had transformed into a stream of consciousness current, transcending physical limits, traversing layers upon layers of spatial barriers.

The feeling is wondrous and dizzying, like an out-of-body experience, but the consciousness remains clear and concentrated.

Finally, the vision turned sharply clear after passing through an indistinct aura.

Fang Cheng "saw" it.

..................

East City, in a heavily guarded high-end office building.

Leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, idly fiddling with his new hairstyle, Xu Hao suddenly felt a slight inexplicable move in his heart.

Vaguely sensing that something seemed to have "entered" his brain.

But he shook his head and felt it might be due to the recent stress causing an illusion.

"What’s wrong, Hao? First time attending such a big event, feeling a bit nervous?"

A slightly mocking voice came from beside him.

The speaker was a young man about twenty-seven or twenty-eight.

Wearing a sharp black suit, slicked-back hair gleaming, with a faintly arrogant smile on his face.

He was Liu Yu, another newly-admitted member of the Noah Organization.

Due to being newcomers alike, the usual relationship with Xu Hao was neither good nor bad, considered as friends on the surface.

Upon hearing this, Xu Hao immediately put aside that hint of unusualness on his face.

Grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, speaking with his signature carefree attitude:

"Nervous? Come on, who are you kidding!"

"What scene haven’t I seen? Remember those days wielding two kitchen knives, slashing from street to street, who in the way didn’t give me a thumbs-up..."

He was about to boast about his glorious feats but was impatiently interrupted by Liu Yu.

"Alright, alright, Hao, know that you’re formidable."

Liu Yu perfunctorily waved his hand, pointing at the semi-opened meeting room door ahead.

"It’s about time; the bosses should have arrived. Let’s go in too."

Xu Hao pouted, refrained from saying more.

He tidied up the obviously ill-fitting cheap suit on his body.

This was specially bought from a roadside stall to attend today’s meeting.

In the corridor, every few steps stood a guard in a black suit and dark sunglasses.

They were expressionless, with sturdy builds, like icy sculptures, exuding an aura of keeping strangers at bay.

An intangible pressure permeated the air.

Xu Hao and Liu Yu walked side by side, casually chatting about some insignificant small talk.

Heading towards that lavishly decorated meeting room door, which at this moment bore a breath of solemnity and killing intent.