Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1005 - 502_2
But if we succeed...
Then the connection between the Illuminati members will no longer be confined to reality but will transcend to the dimension of the spirit, truly merging as one.
This will become an absolutely safe secret base and meeting place.
In the future, even Fang Cheng could, like the leader of the "Ideal Land," descend his will onto each member, exerting power to achieve the true meaning of "Divine Descent."
This is why he guided the two to try a new meditation method in the car this afternoon.
By using a specific visualization method, let them actively send signals to the "Sun" that represents themselves.
Thus, lighting up coordinates in this vast sea of stars, allowing oneself to more accurately track the signal and maintain the link.
This is just the first step.
Next, a sufficiently stable channel needs to be established, guiding them to enter this place.
"Begin."
Fang Cheng took a deep breath, his pupils suddenly flashing with golden light, mobilizing all his spiritual power.
"Spiritual Resonance, activate."
Buzz——
Invisible ripples centered on the throne swept through the entire golden hall in an instant, then spread outward, covering the entire island and sky.
Ultimately, all spiritual energy converged in that sun symbolizing the "True Self."
In the corresponding internal hall, all the light points in the starry sky on the dome trembled and flickered rapidly.
The golden pupils gradually widened, the surrounding light mass brightness soared, seemingly forming a blazing sun of extreme intensity.
Fang Cheng’s thoughts were like tentacles, probing into the Dark Void along with this power.
He simultaneously locked onto those two stars on the edge, attempting to forcefully build a stable connection channel.
However, just as his consciousness touched the two points of light, an unexpected change occurred.
Boom——
A vast will full of supreme majesty erupted from the depths of the void without warning.
Immediately afterward, an ancient and desolate whisper floated into his ears.
The syllables were obscure and difficult to understand, but it carried a resonance frequency that made the soul tremble, as if coming from a distant sky.
It was a warning, a driving away.
An incomprehensible stream of information surged like a tide, instantly shattering the mental tentacles Fang Cheng extended, forcibly pushing them back.
Failed!
Fang Cheng’s heart suddenly palpitated, his vision blurred.
He only saw two light masses floating in the void, tightly wrapped in a layer of flowing thick gray mist.
No matter how his thoughts attacked, they were like a mud ox entering the sea, silently swallowed and dissolved by the gray mist.
Even more terrifying was the vague appearance of two huge, distorted shadows looming deep within the surging gray mist.
They had no specific features or form, not even discernible as human or beast, yet they exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.
As if they were deities sitting upstream of the river of history, coldly observing an ignorant peeper through the endless spacetime.
This was obviously the source of obstruction.
Perhaps it was the "Ancestor Spirit" condensed from the noble family’s lineage over thousands of years, or maybe it was a projection of some higher-dimensional power.
"Ugh..."
Fang Cheng groaned, feeling a sharp, needle-like pain in his brain.
That was a sign of spiritual power being forcibly backfired.
If it weren’t for his Epic "All-Knowing Language" Talent, able to enhance resistance to all negative language abilities by 400% and immediately analyze and weaken the mental impact of the ancient whisper.
For an ordinary Spiritual Ability User, just this would probably cause their Divine Soul to be injured on the spot, turning them into an idiot.
"So... this is the price of stealing food?"
Fang Cheng frowned tightly, quickly cutting off the connection with the vast will.
He then took a deep breath to calm his slightly disordered sea of consciousness.
Even if his Spirit Attribute has reached as high as 70 points, facing such origin-based positional suppression, it still seems insufficient.
This is not just a quantitative gap, but also a qualitative chasm!
Should I wait for the Spirit Attribute to break through the 80-point mark before trying again?
Or hope for the next upgrade of the Visualization Skill to cause a qualitative change?
No, can’t wait any longer!
Fang Cheng decisively shook his head, denying the idea of escape.
The threat from the "Ideal Land" is imminent, and time waits for no one.
What’s more...
Fang Cheng keenly perceived that although the layer of gray mist seemed indestructible, the two stars wrapped in the mist did not repel him.
On the contrary, they were resonating at a specific frequency.
This was evidently Lin Chuqiao and Ye Zhiran following the previously taught meditation method.
They took the initiative to open their hearts to him, the "Sun," calling for him.
If he easily gives up and chooses the result of failure.
In the future, even if they are persuaded to try this special meditation again, it will be difficult for them to maintain a state of wholehearted trust.
By then, establishing a Spiritual Link would only become increasingly difficult.
"Since fighting on two fronts doesn’t work, then concentrate the power, take them down one by one."
Fang Cheng drew lessons from the failed experience and quickly adjusted his strategy.
After some thought and adjustment, his spirit regrouped and stabilized, then he once again initiated Spiritual Resonance.
He decisively abandoned dual-line operations and focused all his attention on the light point representing Lin Chuqiao.
His thoughts condensed to a point like a sharp spike, avoiding the frontal oppression of the huge shadow, attempting to locate the weak spot in the gray mist.
This time, the resistance still existed, but with a clearer target, the perceived picture was a bit clearer.
A gentle white light mass obscured most of his view, which was Lin Chuqiao’s subconscious protection barrier.
Fang Cheng’s pupils flashed with golden light, continuously outputting Spirit Power, infiltrating bit by bit.
Finally, through the surging gray mist, he saw a familiar figure.
Lin Chuqiao was sitting cross-legged in that soundproof room.
The walls around her were plastered with yellow talisman paper, and the weak candle flame flickered violently in the windless room as if it could go out at any time.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed, and a layer of fine sweat beaded on her forehead, her complexion pale.
Clearly trying hard to visualize the "Sun" during meditation, attempting to establish a connection with Fang Cheng.
But that sun in her heart was always obscured by gray mist, unable to take shape.
Because above her head, that blurry giant shadow was dropping strands of gray thread.
Like the strings of a marionette, wrapping around her Spiritual Body, seemingly warning her not to attempt to break free from the designated fate.
"Just a little bit more..."
Seeing the precarious link, an inspiration suddenly flashed through Fang Cheng’s mind.
Since that shadow relied on "bloodline" and "contract" to bind Lin Chuqiao, why couldn’t I use a more domineering light to obscure those threads?
Since she is searching for the sun, why can’t the sun actively shine on her?
If the unilateral pull doesn’t work.
Then... pursue each other from both sides, cooperate from inside and outside.
With a thought, Fang Cheng no longer hesitated to unleash his Spiritual Energy and instead mobilized the origin power of the blazing Great Sun in the Inner World.
"True Sun Fire, burn away illusions!"
He uttered a low cry in his heart.
As his will ascended to its peak, the golden pupils on the dome suddenly widened to the extreme.
The blazing sun seemed to burn to its limit.
All the light at this moment converged into an indestructible golden arrow, carrying the will to incinerate everything, and fiercely pierced the void.
In an instant, the boundaries between reality and illusion were shattered.
Deep within Lin Chuqiao’s awareness, the dark world originally shrouded in gray mist suddenly lit up with a dazzling golden light without warning.
That light was not a mild candle flame, but an overbearing, blazing midday sun, brutally tearing through the gray veil.
The blurry giant shadow emitted a silent roar under the illumination of the golden light.
Seemingly extremely averse to the power of light, it had to slightly retreat, hiding in a darker place.
Now’s the time!
Fang Cheng’s eyes sharpened.
The golden light transformed into a large hand, penetrating layer after layer of mist, seizing Lin Chuqiao’s soul that was on the verge of falling.
Boom——
As the white light mass and golden light exploded together, all obstructions melted away in an instant.
In the golden hall, a beam of light descended from the sky, landing on the red carpet in front of the throne.
The light dispersed, revealing a tall and graceful figure.
Lin Chuqiao opened her eyes a bit dazedly, instinctively raising her hand to shield the slightly glaring light around her.
"I... where am I?"