Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1479 - 713:

After making up his mind, Fang Cheng prepared to erase the coordinates he had just left in the key.

According to the information fed back by the Spell, the Silver Key could maintain at most five long-term coordinate links at the same time.

The most crucial restriction was that these cross-space anchors would continuously siphon off the user’s spiritual power.

Once the number of links exceeded five, not only would the user feel mentally exhausted, even the Space Gate opened would become extremely unstable and could collapse at the slightest mishap.

Therefore, to avoid needless spiritual drain and risk, users would usually cut off the Spiritual Link at the first possible moment once a spatial jump was completed, and conveniently erase the coordinate point recorded in the Silver Key.

Fang Cheng closed his eyes slightly, held his breath in Concentration, and sent his intent probing along his palm into the inner structure of the Silver Key.

Just as he locked onto the coordinate link he had branded moments ago, ready to sever it, a faint anomaly, almost imperceptible, suddenly caught his attention.

In a deeper layer of the key’s array patterns, there was actually another Spiritual Link lying dormant.

This link was extremely weak, as if a gust of wind could blow it away, yet its core was unnaturally tenacious, radiating a powerful vitality.

Clearly, this was the imprint engraved here by the previous owner, still barely maintaining a connection to some unknown place despite the erosion of years.

"There’s actually still a coordinate left behind..."

Fang Cheng opened his eyes and carefully examined the carvings on the key’s surface.

Since the rules required users to promptly clear out coordinates to avoid extra spiritual burden,

then the reason this link had remained until now was most likely that the original owner had run into some unforeseen accident, causing the key to be lost here.

So they never had time to clean up afterward.

At this thought, Fang Cheng’s curiosity was immediately piqued.

His fingers tightened slightly around the key, and his imagination couldn’t help but run wild.

Where exactly did this lingering coordinate link point to?

Was it some hidden treasure vault buried in the ruins of this city, or an important landmark where the original owner had once frequently moved about?

Could he use this existing coordinate to cross space and teleport directly to the target location?

Bear in mind, he was currently in the Changyuan Trench, and this key had been found in the ruins of a seabed city.

If he really followed this coordinate to teleport over, the landing point was, in all likelihood, somewhere above the sea surface, still within the bounds of this world, with the risk fully controllable.

Could there really be a place on Earth more hostile and terrifying than the Abyss ten thousand meters below?

"Maybe I can give it a try..."

Fang Cheng murmured under his breath and quickly made his decision.

For the time being, he would not erase the coordinate he had just set in this undersea city, keeping it as a fallback route.

If the other side of the Space Gate turned out to be a dead end, or heavily guarded by troops,

he would only need a single thought to instantly reverse the channel and return to his original position in a flash, safely withdrawing.

Having thought it through, Fang Cheng hesitated no longer.

He stirred his intent, directly touched that deep-lying Spiritual Link within the key, and once more let out a low, deep Spell.

At the instant the intents intersected, a fleeting phantasm flashed across his vision.

He sensed a vague projection at the other end of the link.

It seemed to be a colossal stele formed by countless pale white bones piled together, with tendrils of mist coiling around its sides.

As the Silver Key burst into dazzling radiance, the void ahead split open once more.

A blue Light Gate, slightly dimmer than the previous one, took shape in front of him.

Fang Cheng aimed the Silver Key at the void, twisted his wrist, and pushed open the Light Gate.

Then he drew in a deep breath and stepped into it.

Perhaps because the remaining Spiritual Link was not stable enough, the spatial turbulence inside the channel was unusually violent.

This time, the transition was far more intense than the short one-kilometer transmission earlier.

The perceived span of space was stretched without limit, and the distance between the two points clearly became longer.

The lights and shadows around him were pulled into thin lines, like a gorgeous meteor shower streaking rapidly backward before his eyes.

At the same time, his sense of direction was briefly stripped away.

It felt as though his entire being had fallen into a deep tunnel without boundaries, where up, down, left, and right could no longer be distinguished.

But this discomfort lasted for less than two seconds.

Fang Cheng steadied his posture, his expression completely unchanged.

Soon, his feet sank slightly as he once again stepped onto solid ground.

The feeling of weightlessness receded like the tide.

The air was no longer filled with the dead stillness of the ancient city in the deep sea, but with a turbid scent of incense and burning grease.

Fang Cheng suddenly widened his eyes, his gaze sweeping around like lightning.

What met his sight was a wide cavern bearing obvious marks of artificial excavation.

The stone walls were uneven and pitted, with a burning torch slanted into the rock every few steps.

The leaping orange-yellow flames cast a flickering light over the cavern.

In the shadowy corners along the edges, several half-finished statues of bizarre design lay scattered haphazardly.

And at this moment, he stood right in the center of the cavern.

Under his feet was a massive altar, piled together out of volcanic rock.

In front of him, there was even a group of people in white robes, kneeling toward him in utmost worship.

Fang Cheng’s eyes sharpened as he lowered his gaze to inspect where he had landed.

"Where have I ended up?"

.........

From the far end of the dim passageway came a neat, rhythmic sound of footsteps.

Chen Jiandong walked at the head of the group, one hand raised high, holding a burning tallow torch.

The orange-yellow flame swayed left and right with his steps, casting the long silhouettes of the twelve young figures behind him onto the rough, pitted stone walls.

These were a batch of newly promoted True Thought Society members who had just passed the final assessment and been granted the title of Elite.