Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1186 - 576

The palace, towering hundreds of meters high, stood like a gigantic skyscraper piercing through the sea of clouds.

It shimmered with a pale golden light, quietly standing in the space between heaven and earth, as if it were the dwelling of the Divine.

And just at the highest throne of this Golden Palace, Fang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, lowered his gaze, and overlooked his world.

This Inner World constructed by his will, which should have been peaceful and tranquil, now seemed restless and uneasy.

The sky was darkening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Vast clouds resembling tainted blood surged from unknown origins.

They rolled like tides, gathering together.

Layer upon layer, exuding a lustrous sheen like grease, so thick it seemed they might drip from the sky.

Soon, the clouds entirely shrouded that blazing Great Sun once hanging high in the sky.

Light retreated, darkness descended.

Following that, those clouds began to twist and deform intensely.

As if an invisible giant hand was kneading this black canvas, gradually sketching a giant face vast enough to cover the entire sky.

That face was an exact enormous replica of the Evil Ghost Mask.

Two huge horns twisted from dark clouds fiercely pierced through the cloud layers.

A pair of eyes composed of scarlet lightning opened and closed in the darkness.

Each blink brought a thunderous roar like pounding drums, reverberating across the sky.

And that enormous blood-red mouth, at this moment, was slowly opening.

Whoosh————

A gust of wind carrying a heavy sulfurous scent spewed forth from that gigantic mouth, sweeping through the entire island.

Immediately following, the sky seemed torn open, pouring down rain red as blood.

Clatter—

The wind whipped the torrential rain into countless blood-red whips, lashing fiercely over the land.

Every drop of rain bore intense corrosive power, striking the verdant grass with a sizzling sound.

The once-vibrant green grass quickly withered and blackened, transforming into foul-smelling sludge.

The rivers turned crimson, their surfaces bubbling with foam, emitting pungent white smoke.

Mountains were pitted by the acid rain, layers of rocks peeling away.

The wind howled, the rain roared, and thunder rumbled.

In mere breaths, this once-vibrant Inner World was transformed into a blood-red Hell devoid of life.

Heaven and earth were plunged into total darkness; all fell silent except for the wind and blood rain rampaging wantonly in the dark.

In this moment, it seemed as though the world’s end had come.

That enormous face slowly turned in the darkness, its crimson lightning eyes eventually locking onto the tiny figure in the golden palace below.

It seemed to want to use this manner to corrupt and assimilate this Spiritual World with sinister power, to completely usurp control.

Fang Cheng remained seated on the throne, his figure unwavering.

He lifted his head, gazing up at the omnipotent face in the sky, his eyes showing no trace of disturbance.

Then he slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers clenching into a fist.

In an instant, the sun high above, veiled by clouds, suddenly burst forth with ten thousand rays of golden light.

The brilliance tore through the darkness like countless flaming golden arrows, piercing through the vast clouds.

The dark veil covering the sky was immediately shot through with countless gaps, strands of bright light once more scattered across the earth.

"Roar—"

The enormous face, upon seeing this, let out a roar that shook heaven and earth.

From the tide-like rolling clouds surged countless shadowy figures clad in black armor, wielding bone blades.

They formed a vast army of demons, boldly charging toward the rain of golden arrows.

Meanwhile, on the ground, the towering Golden Palace also began to radiate boundless light.

Fang Cheng’s expression was indifferent, with flames seemingly burning in the pupils of his eyes.

Within the light, countless Divine Soldiers and Heavenly Generals clad in golden armor and wielding Light Spear and Holy Sword rose from the earth, soaring high.

They crashed fiercely against the endless demon army.

In an instant, the entire Inner World became a battlefield of Gods and Demons.

Gold flames and black Demonic Qi intertwined, constantly colliding and annihilating.

The sounds of battle cries, roars, and weapon clashes echoed through the skies.

Countless Divine Soldiers and shadowy figures were shattered in the collision, remnants like meteors blazing with long fiery tails fell from the sky.

This was no longer merely a clash of power, but an ultimate contest of wills for control over the Spiritual World.

The furious flames burned, nearly turning half the sky into a bright crimson blaze.

Just as both sides reached a fever pitch.

The enormous face in the sky opened its mouth once more. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

This time, it did not spew forth wind with a sulfurous scent.

But rather uttered an extremely ancient, obscure language filled with the echoes of decay and chaos.

"Insignificant... ants..."

"Kneel... Submit to... the Great... Lord of Slaughter..."

"Your flesh... your soul... will become... part of me..."

Each syllable seemed to carry a soul-corrupting power, flooding Fang Cheng’s mind.

Attempting to stain his will, strip away his rationale, ultimately assimilating him into a bloodthirsty monster.

Had it been anyone with lesser spiritual will, merely hearing this demonic voice, they would immediately lose their mind and become enslaved zombies.

But Fang Cheng was an exception.

His Epic All-Knowing Language Talent not only allowed him to understand this haughty declaration.

But also increased his resistance to all negative language-based abilities by 400%.

The soul-corrupting seductive demonic voice fell upon his ears as mere cicada chirps in summer night.