Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1187 - 576_2

Aside from the noise, the situation remained stable.

"In my realm, who are you to style yourself as the Lord of Slaughter?"

Fang Cheng rose to his feet, retorting with a Spiritual Will just as formidable as the intruder's.

He cared little whether his opponent grasped his meaning.

Before his exclamation faded, he threw his arms wide.

It was the gesture of one embracing the cosmos, orchestrating a grand performance.

The entirety of the Inner World—every mountain and river—quaked in harmonious response.

At the zenith of the palace, the vast celestial expanse representing the Sun Heart Net erupted into brilliance.

Myriads of starlight converged into a magnificent torrent, surging outward with Fang Cheng as the focal point.

Meanwhile, in the real world:

Across East Capital, Tian Nan, and cities globally.

Every follower linked to Fang Cheng—whether it was Ah Le pushing through his training, Lin Chuqiao managing paperwork, or the True Thought Society members stationed on distant Yong’an Island...

They felt a sudden shift, each one looking skyward at the same instant.

Currents of consciousness, both potent and faint, pierced the void to intertwine as golden pillars of light.

Boom—

Inside the Inner World, the sun suddenly magnified in intensity tenfold.

A True Sun Fire, far hotter and more tyrannical than before, swept across the landscape like an unstoppable tsunami.

As the absolute Creator of this realm, Fang Cheng finally manifested his true authority.

He resolved to eradicate the uninvited pest plaguing his territory.

All the stray mental currents from his followers converged around Fang Cheng.

They fused into a resonant hymn, a solemn melody echoing throughout the heavens.

Like massive tides, the golden light washed over every corner of the Inner World.

Under this crushing divine weight, the screeching demonic noise dissolved and was purified.

Dark clouds vanished like snow melting in a forge.

The demonic shadow shrieked in agony before disintegrating entirely.

Even the blood rain in the air evaporated, returning to the atmosphere as harmless mist.

The island began a period of seismic evolution.

The earth bucked and shifted; the corrupted soil blossomed with life, and vibrant greenery surged to reclaim the space.

Mountains ascended, growing more imposing and majestic.

Rivers swelled into powerful, rushing torrents.

The foul, negative Spiritual Energy was broken down by the True Sun Fire, transforming into pure nutrient matter that nourished the world.

When the final shadow faded, the giant demonic visage let out a roar of defiance.

Realizing the battle was lost, it attempted to gather itself into smoke to escape.

"Trying to flee?"

Cold amusement sparked in Fang Cheng’s gaze.

With a flicker of thought, the boundaries of the Inner World glowed with prismatic halos.

They locked down the space like an impregnable prison, capturing the black smoke within.

Sensing the trap, the invading intelligence acted with cold efficiency.

It severed its own connection, willingly abandoning its entrapped consciousness to survive.

Fang Cheng’s gaze, sharp as a blade, pierced the barriers of his world to peer into the vast Dark World.

He faintly perceived a roar of fury emanating from a hidden Abyss.

It sounded like a hollow threat.

Unfortunately, it was nothing more than impotent rage.

Unless, of course, the entity could manifest itself in this world.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, a mysterious light drifted before him, revealing the system panel.

[Your will has triumphed over the fragment of the Lord of Slaughter from Otherworldly Space, resulting in significant growth in related Skill Experience]

[Qigong Experience +20]

[Qigong Level 3 (29/1000)]

[Visualization Experience +50]

[Visualization Level 3 (157/1000)]

Observing the notifications, Fang Cheng’s lips curled upward.

The unexpected bounty of Skill Experience was a pleasant surprise.

Relaxing back onto his throne, he observed his invigorated realm.

The island had grown by a third of its previous size.

Everything—from the mountains and palaces to the flora—felt more vivid and concrete.

Even the Great Sun blazed with newfound radiance.

This encounter had not only warded off corruption but had actually fortified his Inner World with the enemy's own Spiritual Energy.

Just then, a mask plummeted from the sky, drifting through the clouds toward the palace.

Fang Cheng’s spirit stirred; he narrowed his eyes and beckoned with his hand.

The mask phased through the palace roof like a ghost, landing securely in his grasp.

He squinted at the object.

Though still hideous, its features were far more distinct.

Specifically, the small horns on its forehead had elongated and curved, cementing its demonic appearance.

As he touched it, information filtered into his consciousness.

[Name: Slaughter Feast]

[Category: Growth-Type Wonder]

[Ability: Harvest the Life Energy of targets slain by the host, utilizing 50% for host Enhancement and 50% to sustain the mask.]

"Heh, still up to your old tricks."

Fang Cheng offered a mocking smile, instantly deciphering the scheme.

While this so-called "Wonder" seemed formidable, it was clearly a Trojan horse planted by the "Lord of Slaughter."

It was designed to lure him into a path of constant slaughter to gain strength.

While he would gain power, the consciousness within the mask would also grow in parallel.

Though the entity had severed the connection for now, Fang Cheng knew a return was inevitable.

At that juncture, the enemy would face a much stronger version of himself.

But Fang Cheng held no fear.

If your fragment intends to use this to grow, feel free.

The rate of my advancement will outpace yours, becoming a magnitude you could never anticipate.

Fang Cheng eased his grip, intent guiding the object.

The scarlet mask floated upward, passing through the window and back into the sky.

The Great Sun faded, yielding to the velvet embrace of night.

Amidst the clouds, a crimson blood moon manifested from thin air.

Like a frigid, scarlet pupil, it overlooked the world below.

It was the repurposed Evil Ghost Mask.

Moonlight washed over the islands in a ghostly, red hue.

The mountains gleamed pale red, the rivers sparkled like arterial blood, and the vegetation took on a darkened, crimson tint.

The Inner World felt as if it had been bathed in a new visual filter, its style radically altered.

Fang Cheng gazed at the blood moon on the horizon, murmuring to himself:

"Such a generous experience package; I find myself actually looking forward to your return."

Buoyed by this victory, he sat on his throne and experimented with his new toy.

With a simple thought, the blood moon vanished, returning the blazing sun to the sky.

Another shift of focus, and the world was cloaked in starlight.

The entire reality bent to his whim.

As he indulged in this newfound amusement, a familiar, urgent notification pulled him back.

Fang Cheng’s eyes glinted, the smile vanishing from his face.

Rising from the throne, he withdrew from the Inner World.

The mountains, palaces, and stars dissolved like falling tides as darkness claimed him.

In his bedroom, Fang Cheng’s eyes snapped open, a flicker of gold lingering within them.

Buzz—buzz—

His phone, resting on the bedside table, trembled incessantly.

The screen glowed in the dim light, displaying the caller ID: "Lin Chuqiao."