Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1557 - 748

The Abyss, ten thousand meters below.

Darkness devours light, like a forgotten cosmic void.

Occasionally, a few translucent soft-bodied creatures stretch their tendrils, emitting a faint cold glow as they drift along the undercurrents through the graveyard-like sea.

However, at the seabed, difficult for humans to reach, lies a city ruin radiating a dim blue aura.

Amidst the flowing water, the blue light shield resembles an inverted glass bowl, reflecting towering broken walls and crumbling ruins.

Dozens of Merfolk shuttle between the collapsed stone pillars and overturned domes.

Some tread with clumsy flippers, working together to move massive boulders blocking their path.

Some wield polished bone knives, scraping away algae clinging to the stone walls bit by bit.

Surrounding the volcanic crater at the city’s center are more than a dozen taller, more robust Merfolk.

They hold long spears, standing proudly, their eyes scanning like the guards of the forbidden army watching over the royal tent.

Situated above the volcanic crater, guarded by the Merfolk.

Fang Cheng sits cross-legged on a protruding black rock, his figure as steady as a boulder.

His eyes are slightly closed, chest gently rising and falling, breathing long and leisurely.

Within the crater, vortices swirl, geothermal heat surges.

A massive beam of dim blue light erupts behind him, reaching the dome, casting a chilling outline on his silhouette.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light quietly appears at the center of Fang Cheng’s forehead.

This is what the Taoists call the "Spirit Platform," also known by modern medicine as the pineal gland.

Initially, the light is gentle, akin to a quietly burning golden flame.

The flame’s core is stable, its glow soft.

In mere seconds, the flame seems to gain life, and its light begins to spread outward.

Like mercury flowing silently, it streams across the forehead, nose bridge, face...

In an instant, it spreads throughout his entire body, limbs, and bones.

A thin, light-gold flame, like cicada wings and flowing light, clings tightly to his skin.

Fang Cheng’s entire being radiates a soft, bright glow as if he were a gilded statue.

This flame is vastly different from the violent blaze of combat, filled with destructive power.

It is exceedingly gentle, tranquil, with not a hint of flickering flames.

The light projects outward, like ribbons floating gracefully in the air.

Upon close inspection, one would find these rays composed of billions of tiny light particles, continuously annihilating and rebirthing, following some mysterious paths.

To be precise, this resembles radiation formed by a high-energy particle stream, rather than mundane fire.

The overflowing flame intertwines and reorganizes behind his head, coalescing into a slowly rotating golden halo, radiating a solemn sanctity.

As the halo turns, a pure life force gushes from within him, washing out in all directions.

Invisible waves of consciousness ripple, causing the surrounding air to emit a faint humming sound.

The seabed ruins, dormant for countless ages, show miraculous signs of revival under this aura’s cleansing.

In the dried rock crevices, some curled-up peculiar seaweed unfold their leaves anew.

Those Merfolk guarding the outskirts have ecstatic expressions on their grotesque faces, instinctively bowing towards the light source.

This miraculous, serene flame emits no heat, nor does it cause any harm to the surrounding environment.

Even the rock beneath Fang Cheng shows no trace of scorching marks.

As if all of this were merely an illusion of light and shadow effects.

However.

Beneath this seemingly serene façade, deep within Fang Cheng’s consciousness, a majestic transformation comparable to creation itself unfolds.

In the Inner World, layers of lead-gray clouds press heavily against the sky.

Rumble——

The deep thunder rolls loudly across from behind the clouds.

A torrential downpour cascades, raising an impermeable curtain of water between heaven and earth.

Amidst the torrential rain, a towering golden palace stands quietly, letting the rain wash over its walls.

The land of the entire island continuously extends outward.

Compared to its initial establishment, the area has expanded more than fivefold, spanning over a hundred square kilometers.

Amidst the deafening roar, the solid crust trembles violently.

Tens of millions of tons of rock layers press and fracture against each other, forcefully rising, transforming into towering, cloud-piercing mountains.

On the plains, hills of various sizes rise one after another like bamboo shoots after a rain, reshaping the world’s contours.

The originally winding river, torn and widened by the violent geological upheaval, transforms into a broad and mighty large river.

Numerous newborn tributaries rush out from between the mountains, carrying silt as they flow in all directions.

These surging rivers, after carving deep valleys, ultimately all pour into the island’s edge light curtain.

This time, the water does not dissipate into the Dark Void the moment it touches the light curtain. Instead, it continuously accumulates and converges in that boundary area.

Majestic waves crash against the newborn reefs, raising white spray dozens of meters high, emitting a deafening roar.

A nascent ocean, encircling the entire island, rapidly takes shape and expands with unstoppable momentum.

This grand scene is the true embodiment of "Mountain Shifting and Sea Overturning."

Fang Cheng’s body hovers high in the sky, the golden halo behind his head slowly rotating.

The raging storm and rain are completely blocked three feet away, unable to touch him.

He lowers his gaze, like a sovereign atop the clouds, calmly watching the transformation of the world below.