Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 960 - 481_2

When the petals touched the skin, it felt cool and soothing, and as the halo swept over, all fatigue vanished, even the tense nerves relaxed at this moment.

Everything was so beautiful, so warm.

As if it were the final destination of all living beings, the Eden of souls.

And at the peak of the canopy in this pure white world, there was an immense figure towering above.

Its form was shrouded in endless white light, making it impossible to discern its features.

One could only feel the supreme, benevolent, and sacred aura, wrapping everyone like a spring breeze.

The elders of the Chen Family were the first to be overwhelmed by this spiritual impact.

The fear and vigilance on their faces were instantly replaced by fervent devotion, their knees buckled, and with a "thud," they knelt to the ground.

Then, they clasped their hands together, and offered homage to the immense figure in the sky, muttering softly:

"God... this is a true miracle..."

"So beautiful... is this heaven?"

Pan Wendi stared intently at the dancing celestial maidens, his face showing an obsessed smile, as he moved forward while mumbling:

"So clean and comfortable, and with so many beautiful girls accompanying me, if I could stay here forever, how great that would be..."

"Yes... so warm... staying here, it seems like there’s no trouble anymore..."

Bai Ling also let go of all her guard, tears of happiness flowing from the corners of her eyes, stepping forward step by step, wanting to merge into that light.

Chen Xu’an’s face showed a trace of struggle, he seemed to realize something was wrong.

But the sacred will was too powerful, easily crushing his fragile resistance.

In the end, he sighed, slowly kneeled down, the gleam in his eyes gradually replaced by devotion.

Lin Chuqiao’s pretty face was pale, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.

She gritted her teeth, her body trembling violently from resisting that massive spiritual power.

But her knees were still bending down little by little, and it seemed only a matter of time before she succumbed.

That figure floating in the night sky, its blazing white eyes swept over everyone.

Finally, its gaze fixed on the only unaffected person.

Fang Cheng still stood in place, his feet firmly planted on the ground littered with shattered glass.

His eyes were clear, without a trace of confusion.

To him, the spiritual mirage that could unsettle even an S-Class power user was nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing past.

At this moment, he assumed a horse stance, slightly squatting, his spine straight like a great dragon.

He stood rooted to the ground like an ancient pine, immovable and steady.

"Huoooo—"

He took a deep breath, his chest swelling high.

The next second, it was as if a dormant volcano in his body awakened, his Qi and blood began to surge with a profound rhythm.

The tendons, muscles, and organs of his entire body vibrated in unison, producing a low rumble like thunder.

The sound at first seemed to come from a distant horizon, dull and oppressive.

Then it was like a hibernating tiger awakening, emitting a threatening rumble, carrying a wild and domineering air.

Immediately following, Fang Cheng’s Adam’s apple moved, and he suddenly opened his mouth.

"Roar—"

The True Qi surged from his Dantian, erupting fiercely along with a roar.

This roar was not merely a sonic attack, but a wild momentum condensed from his overwhelming blood energy and resilient spirit.

The sound wave surged like a forest king in fury, as if celestial thunder exploded.

The entire pure white Consciousness World trembled violently with this roar.

The sacred celestial maidens let out shrill wails as the sound wave swept past, their bodies shattered and vanished into nothingness.

The golden sound strings floating in the air likewise snapped inch by inch, the heavenly holy song turning into harsh noise in an instant.

The all-encompassing sacred white light, like a lake into which a giant stone had been thrown, surged up great waves.

The entire Realm of Light, suddenly revealed countless cobweb-like cracks.

Above the heavens, the immense sacred figure began to wobble violently under this domineering Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound.

Crack—

With a crisp sound, the mirage abruptly shattered like a mirror, breaking apart.

The howling wind rushed in through the huge breach, blowing away the last bit of confusion among the people.

The neon lights of the distant city continued to flicker relentlessly.

The room was a total mess, with shattered glass and overturned furniture scattered everywhere.

Reality, once again restored.

"I... what just happened to me?!"

Pan Wendi was startled, stepping back repeatedly, touching his chest full of lingering fear.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the shattered floor-to-ceiling window, the fierce wind causing his clothes to flap loudly.

If he had taken a few more steps forward, he would have fallen from the thirty-ninth floor, smashed to pieces.

"Ah!"

Bai Ling also cried out, her face turning pale, her limbs weak.

The sensation from earlier, as if the soul was about to leave the body and ascend to the heavens, now only feels eerie to think about.

Chen Xu’an and several elders of the Chen Family were filled with shame and shock.

They had just knelt and kowtowed, worshipping a possessed demon.

At this moment, Lin Chuqiao was drenched in sweat, her clothes soaked through.

She breathed lightly, looking up at Fang Cheng’s back.

In her heart, she understood clearly it was her boyfriend who had helped her, dispelling the enemy’s terrifying Spiritual Attack.

"Phew—"

Fang Cheng slowly withdrew his power, exhaling a deep breath of impure air, his gaze calmly directed out the window.

Though using Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound had successfully shattered the illusion created by the opponent,

he still felt an unprecedented pressure, like Mount Tai weighing upon him.

Under the deep night, clouds gathered, and the starlight was dim.

The figure still hovered in the air, standing motionless, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

However, at this moment, for the first time, a trace of surprise appeared in those ardent white eyes.

He gazed at Fang Cheng, his look as if he were assessing a novel toy.

After a long pause, he slowly spoke, his voice still indifferent but carrying an indescribable majesty, echoing in the night sky:

"It seems I still need to come here personally once."

As soon as the words fell, Chen Qiming’s body burst into dazzling white light.

That light spread like burning phosphorescence from the hollow of the chest, enveloping the entire body in an instant.

Immediately, the air suddenly rippled like water waves, with a low humming sound vibrating in everyone’s eardrums.

A white halo abruptly appeared behind Chen Qiming.

Initially only the size of a fist, it swiftly expanded to about the size of a washbasin.

Within the halo was a deep, boundless darkness.

Vaguely, nebulae surged and swirled, countless brilliant stars flickering on and off.

It was as if a door to the depths of the cosmos slowly opened.

This was a scene beyond the realm of reality, bizarre and treacherously terrifying.

In the hotel room, everyone’s faces turned pale, and their hearts suddenly raced.

An indescribable aura of menace emanated from that halo.

Like an ancient giant beast awakening in the Abyss, opening its eyelids, gazing at the area, releasing a terrifying pressure enough to crush all.

The members of the Chen Family felt weak in their knees, nearly unable to stand.

Pan Wendi and Bai Ling were breathing rapidly, as if an invisible giant hand was gripping their throats.

This was fear from the instinct of life, the despairing shiver of the weak in the presence of an absolutely strong being.

"Brother Cheng, be careful!"

Lin Chuqiao’s face was solemn as she gritted her teeth and shouted:

"He’s opening a dimensional portal, wanting to descend here in person. We must find a way to stop him!"

No need for reminders.

Fang Cheng’s eyes had long locked onto that hovering figure, his right fist clenched, ready to strike.

Since the moment he used Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound, he had already prepared for the battle.

His whole body operated like a war machine functioning at its peak, the engine roaring, his blood steaming.

Suddenly, his right arm swelled and turned red, veins like angry dragons writhing under his skin.

The originally solid and robust muscles rapidly bulged at a visible speed.

Not only that, every inch of muscle in his body was synchronously expanding, chest muscles, back muscles, leg muscles...

Pop! Pop! Pop!

As if taut steel cables released all at once, emanating a terrifying sense of power.

Boom—

Then, a far more violent Qi Field than before erupted from him, centered around him.

Golden flames blazing intensely surged out from his body, engulfing him entirely in an instant.

Those weren’t ordinary flames, but a manifestation of Martial Arts, hot, domineering, unstoppable!

At this moment, Fang Cheng was like a War God descending to the world.

Faced with the powerful existence imposing a terrifying pressure, there was no fear in him.

Instead of retreating, he advanced further.

Everything he possessed was at this moment, pushed to the human body’s limit.

Bam!

The marble beneath his feet suddenly cracked, spiderweb-like fractures spread rapidly.

In the next instant, a deafening sonic boom erupted.

Fang Cheng, like a launched missile, trailed a golden tail streaking through the shattered floor-to-ceiling window. He leaped into the night sky at terrifying speed.

The flaming fist barreled straight towards the hovering figure.