Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 967 - 485

In the dead of night, inside the Presidential suite at the Four Seasons Hotel.

The velvet curtains were drawn tightly, completely blocking the outside lights.

The entire room seemed to transform into a shadow, barely outlining the luxurious contours of the furniture inside.

The sofa turned into a vague block, the LCD TV screen turned off, and the crystal chandelier lost its dazzling glow, appearing dim.

In the adjacent bedroom, Lin Chuqiao and Bai Ling were already deep asleep, their breathing even and slow.

From Pan Wendi’s room came the faint sound of "beep beep" from a game, with the weak cold light of a phone screen leaking from under the door.

For safety reasons, the four specially chose to stay together in this multi-bedroom suite.

This way, at the slightest hint of trouble, they could look out for each other and evacuate quickly.

It also allowed them to minimize the risk of encountering accidents when separated.

At this moment, on the large bed in the master bedroom, Fang Cheng sat cross-legged, unmoving.

His eyes slightly closed, his breathing long and indistinct.

As if he were not on a soft bed but meditating in a deep, boundless cosmic void.

In the early hours outside the window, the city had long fallen into a deep sleep.

The Cuihai Lake, shimmering in the daylight, turned into an unfathomable darkness.

Only a few scattered lights flickered uncertainly at the heart of the lake, like twinkling stars at the horizon.

At this moment of absolute silence, a faint light quietly emerged at Fang Cheng’s brow.

It is called the "Spirit Platform" by Taoists and is regarded as the "pineal gland" in modern medicine.

The light was initially extremely dim, like a candle on the brink of extinction.

But in an instant, it stabilized, transforming into a quietly burning golden flame.

The flame’s core was stable, its halo gentle.

Soon, this flame seemed to come alive, its light began to gradually spread outward.

Like mercury flowing silently over his forehead, nose bridge, cheeks...

In just a few seconds, it extended to his whole body, all limbs.

A layer of gold flame thin as a cicada’s wings, like flowing light, adhered to his skin’s surface.

Fang Cheng emitted a gentle and bright halo, like a gilt statue.

This flame was vastly different from the violently burning, destructive raging flames during battle.

It appeared incredibly gentle, serene, and did not show a single flicker of a flame.

The reflected light resembled ribbons slowly floating in the darkness,

If one looked closely, they could see that the light consisted of countless tiny particles that were constantly annihilating and rebirthing, following some mysterious trajectory.

To be accurate, this looked more like radiation formed by a high-energy particle stream rather than flames in the ordinary sense.

This magical and tranquil light flame did not emit any heat.

The clothes it covered and the sheets beneath him remained intact, causing no damage to the surroundings.

It was as if all this was just an illusory light effect.

However.

Beneath this seemingly calm surface, deep within Fang Cheng’s consciousness, a grand transformation akin to creation was taking place.

Inside the Inner World.

Fang Cheng’s will transformed into a sun, hanging high above the sky.

He gazed down at the island suspended in endless darkness below.

Mountain ranges undulated, rivers flowed clear.

This world, which he single-handedly created, was now shrouded in a misty drizzle.

The rain appeared small, yet it had been ongoing for over ten hours.

During the day, when Lin Chuqiao helped him heal his injuries, Fang Cheng sensed it.

It was at that moment the first drop of rain was born from the void, drizzling to the present.

The drizzle was dense like cow hair, with a faint golden glow, descending from the clouds beneath the sun, evenly sprinkling upon every corner of the barren land.

This was no ordinary rain but the manifestation of some higher level of energy.

Every raindrop that touched the parched earth instantly dissolved, transforming into strands of gentle energy permeating the ground.

As the rain fell, the barren land, once devoid of vegetation, gradually sprouted traces of green.

Over time, sparse buds pushed through the rubble, weak vines climbed the mountainside, and clusters of grass emerged along the riverbank edges.

It was as though a burgeoning vitality was spreading along the rain’s trajectory, gradually coloring the desolate island green.

Even the abandoned mental hospital located in the northwest corner of the island.

Under the wash of the rain, the mottled walls faded significantly.

A few vines emerged from the wall corner cracks, adding some green to the bleak building.

Fang Cheng’s gaze swept across this scene, and he seemed to have an epiphany.

"I see..."

His low voice echoed in the void, carrying a hint of clarity and enlightenment.

His master, Ma Jianguo, once said, to reach the stage of Inner Scenery External Manifestation, one must continuously nurture the Inner Scenery with one’s True Qi, making it more tangible.

At the same time, one must continually prove his Dao in reality, letting the will of the ’True Self’ grow firmer.

Special Search Team officer Shi Chengyi also taught similarly, that the perfection of the Inner World revolves around "Knowledge and Action Unity."

When the "action" in reality aligns with the "Dao" within the Inner World, the world gradually transitions from virtual to real.

And just last night, he exercised his thunderous might within the Spiritual Secret Realm and shattered Xuan Zhen’s Soul-devouring Domain.

This "action" perfectly matched the domineering and fierce aspect of the "Sun Path."

Hence, his Martial Arts Will grew hotter and more refined, and his skill experience in "Boxing," "Qigong," etc., increased significantly.