Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1263 - 613:

Woosh—

The space bordering the vortex continuously imploded inwards, instantaneously reforming itself.

The core area was a vivid crimson, much like a throbbing heart.

Immense gravitational forces surged from the abyss, violently agitating the surrounding air currents.

Dust and desiccated bones on the terrain were uplifted, and upon contact with the vortex's periphery, they silently turned to powder.

Fang Cheng’s eyebrows lifted slightly, a hint of surprise surfacing.

It seemed the mechanism’s activation wasn't contingent on a bow or a step; it responded to a certain threshold of physical vibration or energy resonance.

With this realization, Fang Cheng’s gaze followed the potent suction, delving into the seemingly bottomless crimson passage.

He attempted to perceive the scene deep within the vortex, but his efforts were in vain.

After a brief observation, Fang Cheng shifted his focus to the ruined pagoda, standing several meters tall.

The pagoda's apex was shaped like a blooming lotus, and the Treasure Bead situated at its center was precisely aligned with the vortex’s core.

The two were a mere half-meter apart.

Fang Cheng offered a silent nod.

So, the pagoda's true function was to serve as a launching point for subsequent arrivals to breach the gate.

For Fang Cheng, naturally, such a rudimentary step was unnecessary.

He subtly shifted his wrist, his posture straightening.

The qi and blood within him surged, circulating ceaselessly.

The Mixed Element True Domain surrounding him did not retract; instead, it blazed with intensity, its flames roaring.

Once fully prepared, Fang Cheng slightly flexed his knees, tensing the muscles in his legs.

His military boots pressed down on the black stone ground, exerting sudden force.

Boom!

A concussive wave of air erupted instantaneously.

His entire being, like a propelled rocket, shot skyward, plunging directly into the crimson vortex.

The instant he entered, an overwhelming sensation of weightlessness afflicted his body.

The world appeared to invert, as if his body was in perpetual descent.

However, the direction of this fall was not downwards but decidedly upwards.

Alternatively, it was possible that the very notions of up, down, left, and right had been utterly abolished within this realm.

Fang Cheng felt as though he had been cast into a void of weightless space.

The light within the passage elongated rapidly, transforming into thin ribbons of multi-colored luminescence, streaking backward.

The visual panorama before him began to warp erratically.

Upon the crimson inner walls, blister-like pustules emerged as if from boiling liquid, revealing countless indistinct black specters.

These shadowy figures seemed to sense the living, like famished specters, lunging with razor-sharp claws and gnashing fangs, desperately colliding against the six-meter-wide golden Light Domain.

On the shield's surface, layers of ripples propagated, the flames flickering like hungry tongues.

Upon contact with the potent True Sun Fire, the black figures hissed and writhed, contorting into expressions of agonizing, spectral torment.

A piercing chorus of laments intertwined with deranged laughter, solidifying into palpable sound waves that assaulted the very mind.

Fang Cheng remained unfazed, his gaze steady, disregarding this psychic assault.

He yielded to the gravitational pull, allowing it to propel his body through the tumultuous currents.

With absolute command over every muscle fiber and stream of qi, his feet anchored firmly, his form remained steadfast.

Even within this environment devoid of weight, he maintained an unwavering stance.

After a few fleeting seconds, or perhaps a drawn-out span of several dozen minutes.

The haunting whimpers and howls of the wind abruptly ceased.

Boom!

His foot suddenly impacted solid ground.

The heavy military boots met firm earth, crushing a wide expanse of charred debris underfoot.

A gravitational force, nearly double that of Earth's, bore down upon his shoulders like an invisible massif.

His internal organs were wrenched downwards by this sudden G-force, and even the blood flow within his veins experienced a momentary cessation.

Fang Cheng’s brow furrowed slightly as his waist and back muscles bulged and tensed.

His spine emitted a series of sharp cracking sounds from the friction of bone against bone, resisting this amplified pressure and forcibly straightening his posture.

His heart throbbed like a powerful pump, driving the body's circulation to its absolute peak.

The qi and blood surged with increased velocity and volume, coursing powerfully through his limbs and entire physique.

In mere moments, he had fully acclimated to the surroundings, regaining complete control over his physical form.

Fang Cheng stabilized his mental state, swiftly surveying the vicinity.

The crimson vortex hung suspended from the domed ceiling dozens of meters above, rotating with glacial slowness.

From this very vortex, he had descended earlier.

Below him lay a circular, fractured altar, its surface etched with faded, indecipherable patterns worn smooth by the passage of time.

This was an cavern of considerable width.

Darkness enveloped everything on all sides; the air was stagnant, like a quiescent pool of stagnant water.

In the depths of Fang Cheng’s pupils, the Golden Flame flickered intensely.

Employing his enhanced visual acuity, he rapidly discerned the details within the cavern’s confines.

The rough-hewn rock walls were unexpectedly adorned with elaborate murals.

The depicted scenes showcased contorted limbs and grotesque, monstrous Evil Spirits.