Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1186 - 576
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Rising hundreds of meters into the air, the palace loomed like a colossal skyscraper piercing the dense sea of clouds.
Bathed in a faint golden glow, it sat in stillness between the heavens and the earth, resembling a dwelling place of the Divine.
Seated upon the highest throne within this Golden Palace, Fang Cheng abruptly opened his eyes and looked down, surveying his domain.
This Inner World, forged by his very soul and typically a place of profound tranquility, now trembled with an underlying restlessness.
The sky began to dim at a pace visible to the naked eye.
Great swathes of clouds, dark as tainted blood, billowed in from unknown reaches.
Rolling like restless tides, they converged into a singular mass.
Layer upon layer, they exuded a slick, oily sheen, becoming so dense they seemed on the verge of dripping from the firmament.
Before long, these shadows completely extinguished the Great Sun that had previously held court in the sky.
Light vanished, and a suffocating darkness descended.
Then, the clouds began to contort and shift violently.
As if an invisible, titan’s hand were kneading a canvas of void, a giant face manifested, vast enough to swallow the entire horizon.
The countenance was a perfect, gargantuan mimicry of an Evil Ghost Mask.
Two massive, twisted horns crafted from dark mist thrust aggressively through the cloud banks.
In the gloom, two eyes formed from scarlet lightning rhythmically opened and closed.
Every blink resonated with the thunderous strike of a war drum, vibrating across the expanse.
The enormous, blood-soaked maw began to slowly part.
Whoosh—
A powerful gust, thick with the stench of sulfur, surged from that abyss and swept across the island.
Immediately afterward, the sky seemed to fracture, releasing a cascade of blood-colored rain.
Clatter—
The gale lashed the downpour into countless crimson whips, striking the earth with brutal force.
Each raindrop possessed intense corrosive properties, sizzling as it impacted the verdant pastures.
The vibrant grass blackened and withered within moments, decaying into a putrid sludge.
The rivers churned into crimson pools, bubbling with caustic foam and rising in plumes of acrid smoke.
Even the mountains suffered as the acidic torrent ate away at the stone, stripping layers of rock from the peaks.
With howling winds, crashing rain, and the constant rumble of thunder, the scene was set.
In mere instances, the once-teeming Inner World had withered into a hellish landscape stripped of all vitality.
Heaven and earth were swallowed by shadow; only the rampaging wind and blood rain disturbed the silence of the dark.
It felt as though the end of all things had finally arrived.
The colossal face turned slowly in the void, its scarlet eyes of lightning fixing their gaze upon the solitary figure perched in the golden palace.
It clearly intended to use this foul power to corrupt and consume the Spiritual World, seizing total dominion over it.
Fang Cheng remained a statue on his throne, his composure unshaken.
He tilted his head, staring at the all-encompassing face looming above, his expression entirely devoid of fear.
Slowly, he raised his right hand and clenched his fingers into a tight fist.
Instantly, the sun that had been eclipsed by the dark clouds erupted, releasing ten thousand rays of golden brilliance.
The Radiance tore through the suffocating gloom like a volley of burning golden arrows, piercing the thick cloud layers.
The dark veil was immediately riddled with holes, allowing shafts of brilliant light to reclaim the earth.
"Roar—"
Witnessing this, the enormous face let out a cry that shook the foundations of heaven.
From the rolling, tide-like clouds, a legion of shadowy figures emerged, clad in black armor and brandishing bone blades.
They formed a vast host of demons, charging fearlessly into the descending rain of golden arrows.
Below, the grand Golden Palace flared with boundless intensity.
Fang Cheng appeared stoic, flames of determination burning within the pupils of his eyes.
Amidst the radiance, countless Divine Soldiers and Heavenly Generals, encased in golden armor and wielding Light Spears and Holy Swords, ascended from the earth into the sky.
They collided viciously with the endless demonic tide.
In that moment, the entire Inner World transformed into a theatre of war between Gods and Demons.
Golden flames clashed with the black Demonic Qi, each side constantly annihilating the other.
Cries of battle, guttural roars, and the screech of grinding metal echoed through the heavens.
Divine Soldiers and shadowy warriors shattered alike, falling from the sky like meteors leaving trails of fire in their wake.
This was no longer a simple trial of strength, but a final, desperate struggle for command over the Spiritual World.
The fires of conflict raged, turning half the heavens into a flickering crimson inferno.
Just as the battle reached its zenith, the enormous visage in the sky parted its jaws once more.
This time, it did not exhale sulfurous fumes.
Instead, it intoned an ancient, obscure language laden with the echoes of chaos and deep decay.
"Insignificant... ants..."
"Kneel... Submit to... the Great... Lord of Slaughter..."
"Your flesh... your soul... will belong... to me..."
Each syllable carried a soul-corrupting potency, attempting to flood Fang Cheng's consciousness.
The intent was clear: to taint his willpower, hollow out his rationality, and assimilate him into a bloodthirsty beast.
Any common cultivator would have lost their sanity instantly upon hearing such demonic vocalizations, becoming nothing more than an enslaved husk.
Yet, Fang Cheng stood alone against the corruption.
His Epic All-Knowing Language Talent did more than just grant him the capacity to decipher this haughty command.
It also fortified his resistance to all language-based supernatural influence by 400%.
To his ears, the seductive, soul-shattering demonic voice sounded no more significant than the chirping of cicadas on a summer night.