Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1209 - 587_2

To verify his conjecture, Fang Cheng once more cast his gaze toward the blood moon high in the sky.

A faint spiritual resonance came through, confirming his hypothesis.

The hint about the "feast of slaughter" reappeared.

The Inner World is evolving from a dead silent space of will into a complete world with a life cycle.

Although it is still weak now, only in its embryonic stage.

Yet this is undoubtedly a far-reaching transformation, containing unimaginably broad prospects for growth.

Fang Cheng raised his chin, a hint of excitement curved at the corner of his mouth.

He lifted his right hand, his palm facing toward the blood moon high in the sky.

His five fingers spread out, then suddenly clenched.

Buzz—

The fiercely suppressed masked will instantly responded, obediently releasing its accumulated immense energy.

Above the island, the airflow began to surge violently, and a fierce wind arose.

The originally thin layers of clouds quickly gathered, thickened, and shrouded the starry sky like dense ink.

After several muffled thunderclaps, a torrential rain poured down with a "swoosh."

Fang Cheng stood in place, letting the rain pour over his shoulders and face.

This rain was not transparent in form, but under the night it glowed with a very faint reddish sheen.

Without the corrosion of acid rain, it instead emitted a fresh scent mixed within the fragrance of earth.

He opened his palm, catching a few drops of rain.

With his exceptional vision, he could clearly see tiny life forms densely packed within the droplets.

At this moment, they were evenly scattered across the vast grasslands, forests, and mountains with the rain, merging deep within the soil.

"The solitary yang does not produce, the solitary yin does not grow; all things carry yin and embrace yang, and harmony is achieved by penetrating..."

Fang Cheng muttered to himself, his previous insights becoming increasingly clear and thorough.

He casually strolled in the blood rain, feeling the land beneath greedily absorbing the vitality within the rainwater.

Meanwhile, a grand panorama took shape in his mind.

Perhaps one day in the future, as the mask devours more prey, it will replenish with greater energy.

These microorganisms will evolve into insects, evolve into birds and beasts, thriving and reproducing amidst the mountains and forests.

And he will be the creator overseeing this entire evolution.

This arbitrary control over a world and witnessing the sprouting of life is evidently far more poignant and intoxicating than merely wielding fists to kill.

With a thought, Fang Cheng stopped the wind and rain abruptly, the heavy clouds receding like tidal waters.

He shook off the water beads on his body, turned and ascended the wide obsidian steps, heading toward the magnificent golden palace.

The heavy palace doors were slowly pushed open, footsteps echoed in the empty hall, carrying a sense of ethereal sanctity.

Inside, no lamps were lit, yet soft, bright golden glows flowed everywhere.

Enormous load-bearing pillars were intricately carved with patterns, the dome soared into the clouds, seemingly connecting to infinite void.

Fang Cheng walked straight to the end of the hall, sitting on the wide Golden Throne.

With his back tight against the chair, he lifted his head, gazing at the vast dome of the palace.

A splendid starry sky slowly rotated overhead.

Countless starlight points orderly arranged on the deep sky, seemingly imprinted the real universe here.

Those flickering light points represent the consciousness coordinates of the believers who have established spiritual links with him.

Fang Cheng’s gaze fell on the two brightest stars at the center.

Those belong to Lin Chuqiao and the Professor’s coordinates.

After the last battle where everyone mobilized their spiritual powers to jointly combat the division of the Lord of Slaughter.

He could clearly perceive that the linkage channels between him and these two had become broader and more stable.

Previously, summoning them across spatial barriers required mobilizing vast willpower to forcibly break the high-dimensional barrier at the source of their abilities, like chiseling holes in solid rock.

Now, those barriers seemed to have opened a crack to him.

He only needed to exert less effort, following the already broadened channel to cross the limits and draw their consciousness into the Inner World.

Retracting his gaze, Fang Cheng’s eyes scanned toward the outskirts of the starry sky.

There, scattered here and there were a dozen extremely faint light points.

They were like the morning stars fading at dawn, flickering with a peculiar frequency, conveying cryptic signals.

These are the coordinates of the new members recently joining the Illuminati.

Due to the lack of deep spiritual bonds established, their connection with Fang Cheng appeared distant and unstable.

Fang Cheng stared at these light points, his eyes gradually deepening.

He could see that around these light points, there was wrapped a layer of hazy barrier.

That was the protective shell instinctively possessed by the mutants who awaken their special abilities.

And behind this layer of protection, hidden is some vast and mysterious unknown presence, granting them abilities while controlling their lives.

In other words, these mutants, from a certain perspective, belong to those high-dimensional consciousnesses, they are their reared spiritual food.

Upon seeing these markers, a strong sense of possession surged in Fang Cheng’s heart.

Since these individuals have pledged allegiance and joined the organization, becoming tools at his disposal.

They must not allow marks of other existences to remain deep in their souls!

Besides the desire for possession and enhancing his own power, this is essential to ensuring their absolute loyalty.

Regarding these novices with unclear backgrounds, slowly engaging and inspecting in reality presents high risks and is extremely arduous.

Directly targeting the spiritual source, mimicking the method of establishing spiritual links with Lin Chuqiao and the Professor, forcibly invading their subconscious.

Fading, even erasing the original markings, merging their consciousness into this starry sky, branding them with the imprint belonging to Fang Cheng.

This is the most efficient and one-time solution.

With this thought, Fang Cheng’s eyes began to wander among those dozen faint stars.

Ultimately, his gaze locked onto an especially dim light point.

That belongs to the "Fire Dragon’s" consciousness coordinate.

Perhaps due to witnessing the terrifying battle at Silver Wing Building, an extreme fear arose within.

Plus, at the time, to survive, he had bowed to plead before him.

Hence, this star’s flicker frequency became slightly quicker, captured sharply by Fang Cheng.

According to news from the Professor, after regaining consciousness, Fire Dragon has been recuperating at the clinic, making decent recovery progress, already able to speak.

These days, due to the Special Search Team examination, Fang Cheng hadn’t found time to interrogate.

The original plan was to wait for the exam ends, retrieve the password of the Masked Guest’s multimillion overseas deposit from Fire Dragon, then decide his fate.

However, in the current situation, this decision has become somewhat tricky.

Let him go?

The military now crazily searches the city; releasing a survivor from the Silver Wing Building battle is bound to invite endless trouble.

Silencing him?

Seems to waste his decent combat experience and intelligence value.

Moreover, he had previously promised that as long as the opponent hands over the password, he would spare his life.

Fang Cheng may not be a saint, but he doesn’t want to easily break the rules he set without necessity.

Gently rubbing the cold metallic armrest of the throne with his fingertips, a captivating glimmer flashed across Fang Cheng’s eyes.

Now, he has a brand new choice.

No need to dwell on the dilemma between killing and releasing.

Just forcefully invade Fire Dragon’s subconscious like establishing the linkage with Lin Chuqiao and the Professor’s consciousness.

Tear a crack on the extremely weak spirit barrier, forcefully seize Fire Dragon’s "ownership" from the unknown high-dimensional presence!

By then, Fire Dragon will not only obediently give up the password but also become an unreservedly loyal death warrior.

Fang Cheng slowly stood up, his garment stirred a slight airflow in the quiet hall.

Looking up at the faint stars belonging to Fire Dragon, a cold smile curved at his lips.

Then, let’s start with you!