Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1210 - 588

Within the golden hall, radiance streamed endlessly.

Fang Cheng perched upon the lofty Golden Throne, his back against the frigid seat.

Chin tilted upward slightly, his stare fixed upon the notably faint Star at the dome sky's periphery.

That signified the consciousness coordinate of the Fire Dragon.

Thanks to his earlier feats dragging Lin Chuqiao and the Professor, Fang Cheng now handled it with skilled ease.

Eyelids drooping halfway, twin golden gleams abruptly flared deep in his pupils, thrusting through the void like physical blades.

"Buzz—"

Unseen spiritual waves burst from the throne like surging tides, instantly piercing the spatial divide.

His consciousness shaped into a golden blade, slicing effortlessly through the pale gray fog cloaking the Fire Dragon’s mind.

Meanwhile, back in the real world.

Deep in Jinshui Fish Market's underground black clinic, disinfectant stench saturated the air.

Fire Dragon lay supine on the hospital bed, multiple infusion lines embedded in his body.

In the murky light, his eyeballs rolled furiously under his lids, breaths turning swift and labored in moments.

Garbled mutters forced from his throat, fingers clenching the white bedsheet fiercely.

As though his state had abruptly declined, or he was ensnared in a dreadful nightmare without escape.

In the Inner World, Fang Cheng’s consciousness had linked solidly to that dim glow.

From prior know-how, a gradual guide would peel away the Fire Dragon’s consciousness.

Exploiting that breach under cover, he could yank it swiftly into the hall.

Yet this round, Fang Cheng skipped the standard pulling approach.

He sought to erase the foreign imprints lodged deep within the Fire Dragon’s soul.

"Sun Heart Net!"

Fang Cheng’s lips parted faintly, voicing a steady directive.

Via the forged link, overbearing golden flames roared forth, slamming into the gray spiritual shield.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle—

Frying oil-like crackles erupted in the void.

The deceptively slender gray mist convulsed wildly like a living entity upon True Sun Fire's touch.

Boom!

Right then, a colossal will rife with savage ruin and ultimate authority roused from the gray mist's core.

This force struck with brutal ferocity, like an ancient Abyss beast disturbed by an insect, bellowing a dimension-quaking howl.

Fang Cheng’s mind throbbed with acute agony, spiritual tendrils nearly shredded by the deluge.

He steadied his spirit promptly, eyes drilling through the roiling flame sea, locked intently forward.

In the void's depths, a vague immense silhouette gradually took form.

Its frame blotted the heavens, ringed by dark purple blazes, akin to a infernal Demon God.

Even Fang Cheng’s 70-point Spiritual Perception Power failed to reveal that entity's true countenance.

He scarcely glimpsed the skyward horns crowning its head and the elongated spiny tail whipping behind.

Simply a consciousness projection spanning vast dimensions already warped nearby space into watery undulations.

Buzz buzz buzz—

Paired with profound void hums, an arcane demonic chant suddenly reverberated.

Laced with vilest maledictions and brutal snarls, it lanced into Fang Cheng’s psyche like countless searing needles.

"Get... out..."

A typical spiritual mutant facing this specter and murmur would have sanity pulverized instantly, warping into a malformed abomination.

Yet Fang Cheng held firm on the throne, posture unwavering.

The legendary "All-Knowing Language" Talent unveiled its fearsome might then.

Boasting 400% resistance to negative language effects, the psyche-rending demonic din dulled to distant thunder in his ears.

At worst, it left his ears humming.

"In my domain, it’s not your place to issue orders!"

Fang Cheng’s eyes flared wide, golden radiance in pupils detonating outward.

His form morphed into a sovereign Great Sun dominating the firmament.

Fiery brilliance coalesced into hefty golden rays amid the void.

These lances, forged like godly verdict spears, bore all-consuming flames, crashing straight into the towering demonic shade veiled in purple-black inferno.

At collision, no thunderous boom sounded—merely total energy dissolution.

Dark purple fires spawned myriad barbed leviathan serpents, baring gore-filled jaws to throttle the incandescent sun.

Golden rays slashed like razor edges through emptiness, ceaselessly hacking and evaporating encroaching hellflames.

The Fire Dragon’s subconscious void splintered into black spiderweb fissures from the horrific energy crush.

Opposing blaze forces waged a brutal, hazardous clash in his psyche.

In the gloomy clinic.

Fire Dragon sprawled on the bed, muscles strained to breaking.

His formerly ashen visage now glowed crimson like forge-heated metal.

Bean-like sweat globules streamed from his brow, hissing into steam from his body's feverish heat before pillow contact.

Nearby air shimmered, charring the bedsheet to ashen yellow.

He felt cast into an exploding volcano's gullet, soul gnawed and rent by frenzied magma.

Excruciating torment pried his mouth open, yet no cry emerged.