Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1208 - 587

In the bedroom, silence reigned.

The curtains completely isolated the outside noise and the faint glow of streetlights.

Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed, his back straight and eyes closed.

The rhythm of his breathing appeared deep and steady, yet his consciousness was entering another dimension belonging to the spirit.

The familiar outlines of the surrounding furniture, the texture of the walls, dispersed quickly like sand sculptures blown by the wind.

A slightly cool night wind replaced them, gently brushing across his cheeks.

Fang Cheng opened his eyes, floating high in the sky.

At this moment, here too was enveloped by the deep night.

In the center of the island, the majestic golden palace stood quietly, emanating a faint yet sacred glow in the darkness.

And in the remote corner on the west side of the island, the abandoned asylum, formed from his memory, still lurked silently in the shadows.

The undulating mountains, winding rivers, and the dense forests all around together constituted this vast and tranquil world.

As for above the sky...

Fang Cheng lifted his gaze, directing his attention towards the distant floating clouds.

The blood-colored crescent moon that he forcibly compressed, hung like a narrow scarlet eye, casting a dark red glow onto the earth.

Ever since that Evil Ghost Mask was completely suppressed and integrated into the Inner World, a new operational principle had formed.

The originally chaotic and unordered space now quietly exhibited phenomena of day-night alternation.

Light and darkness alternated at a fixed rhythm, halos and shadows diminishing and growing in a cyclic manner.

Unbeknownst to him, this Inner World had achieved precise synchronization with the real world.

"Perhaps this is the balance of Yin and Yang, endlessly regenerating..."

Fang Cheng mused with understanding.

His gaze slowly swept across the heavens and earth, observing this world of differing facets.

Then, he descended onto a lush green field, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

The moment he stepped here, his keen senses captured a slight disturbance.

It was a very peculiar sensation.

If described in a word, it would be "subtle."

As if beneath the originally calm lake surface, a very faint undercurrent had emerged, making it difficult for one to pinpoint specifically.

Could it be that the Lord of Slaughter had secretly left some hidden danger before being expelled?

The thought flashed by, quickly suppressed.

Fang Cheng was not anxious, confidently taking strides and leisurely wandering on his island.

His bare feet pressed into the soft soil, the dew condensed on the grass blades wetted his ankles, offering a hint of real coolness.

The night wind blew through the woods, the leaves rustled against each other, producing a soft "shhh" sound.

Every sight seemed so naturally serene, devoid of any traces of evil invasion or desolation.

Fang Cheng stopped, raised his head, and directed his gaze towards the scarlet crescent moon at the edge of the night sky.

The instant his gaze intersected with it, that weak disturbance deep in his mind suddenly became clearer.

This sensation seemed closely linked to the mask.

Following the guidance of the sensation, he turned and walked towards the nearby rushing river.

The river, under the reflection of the scarlet glow, shimmered with sparkling waves, the sound of the water gently flowing.

Fang Cheng crouched by the riverbank, approaching the water’s surface.

In the depths of his pupils, two golden flames suddenly ignited.

It was the manifestation of his highly concentrated spiritual power.

At this moment, Fang Cheng’s vision became the highest-powered microscope, rapidly magnifying the scene before him.

The originally clear and transparent river water gradually revealed a distinctly different micro world in his sight.

Countless semi-transparent gelatinous, variously shaped tiny light dots were slowly wriggling and dividing within the water.

These are... microorganisms?

Fang Cheng stood up, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

To know, this Inner World, no matter how miraculous, was originally just a product of his pure Martial Arts Will.

At most, it could be considered a projection of the real world within the Spiritual Domain.

Apart from those fixed mountains and vegetation, there were no self-acting life forms.

So, where did these suddenly appearing microorganisms come from?

Fang Cheng stayed silently at the riverbank, his brain rapidly functioning.

If it was a countermeasure left by the Lord of Slaughter, these things should carry that nauseating smell of rust and wrath.

Fang Cheng slightly shook his head, directly dismissing this conjecture.

Because he had carefully sensed, these tiny lives emitted the purest and most primitive life fluctuations.

Thoughts flickered, and an idea like lightning cut through the fog, emerging in his mind.

Evil Ghost Mask—Feast of Slaughter.

Exactly!

Fang Cheng’s eyes shone, flames in his eyes suddenly danced vigorously.

According to the previously displayed hints, the core ability of this strange item was to absorb Life Energy through preying.

In due time, the mask would withhold half of the energy, and the other half would be fed back to the host.

Previously, the red liquid creature parasitizing on the clown mask, attempting to penetrate his brain, was thoroughly devoured by the Evil Ghost Mask.

At the time, Fang Cheng didn’t perceive any increase in True Qi stored within his Dantian, nor did he observe any sudden enhancement of physical strength.

It turned out that the huge amount of Life Energy that was transformed did not act on his physical shell at all.

Instead, it directly transcended the physical boundary, infusing into this Inner World deeply bound to his spirit.

Pure Life Energy was deposited and underwent evolution in this world.

Ultimately, in this long river, it nurtured these most fundamental life forms.