Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 969 - 486:

Time quietly passed during the visualization.

In the hotel suite, the darkness remained profound, as silent as the void of the universe.

The golden halo surrounding Fang Cheng, however, was like a miniature sun suspended in the eternal night, the sole source of light in this darkness.

Interestingly, this light did not wantonly expand in all directions, as if restrained by an invisible barrier.

When the light reached the boundary of the two-meter diameter, it abruptly stopped, condensing without dispersing.

It distinctly separated the darkness inside the circle from the outside, forming an absolutely independent domain of light.

Inside the halo, countless ribbons woven from light particles drifted slowly, revolving around Fang Cheng’s body, sketching a sacred and tranquil scene.

Who knows how much time had passed.

A faint gray-white light seeped through the gap in the heavy curtains.

That was the sign of the deepest darkness before dawn being diluted.

As the light from outside gradually brightened, the golden halo surrounding Fang Cheng seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force.

The rotating speed began to slow down, and the light gradually became dim, transparent, turning into countless fine light dots.

They disappeared silently, like fireflies, merging with the first ray of morning light penetrating through the curtain’s slit.

The layer of golden flame enveloping his body also retracted, sinking beneath the skin.

The last trace of light flashed and vanished from the center of his brows.

The entire room seemed to return from a transcendental dimension to the ordinary world.

From outside the window came a few crisp bird chirps, mixed with the faint sound of traffic and voices from the distant street.

Fang Cheng, sitting cross-legged on the bed, his eyelashes trembled slightly.

The next second, he slowly opened his eyes.

In the faint light, his eyes appeared particularly deep and bright, as if stars were being born and extinguished within.

A night of cultivation not only did not make him feel tired but instead left him full of energy and radiant with vigor.

Fang Cheng’s gaze swept across the dim room and finally rested in the air in front of him.

A pale blue screen, visible only to him, silently appeared.

A few fresh notification messages were quietly displayed on it.

[In your visualization, you have gained insight into the Sun Path, your True Self is becoming harmonious, Visualization Experience +50]

[In your visualization, you have gained insight into the Sun Path, your True Self is becoming harmonious, Qigong Experience +50]

[Congratulations, your physical foundation has been baptized by vitality from the Inner World, Constitution improved, breaking through to 67 points]

Seeing the contents of these notifications, a hint of joy flashed in Fang Cheng’s eyes.

He organized the gains and insights from last night’s cultivation, and his mind suddenly became clear.

This session of visualization yielded effects far superior to any previous meditation, comparable to the time when he condensed his True Self and opened up his Inner Scenery.

The fundamental reason lies in the verification of the Martial Arts theory of "Knowledge and Action Unity."

In the real world, Fang Cheng executed the "despotic destructive" action by ruthlessly killing Xuan Zhen.

Also, because he liberated countless souls, he gained the immense "Merit Will Power," thereby having a benevolent heart that blesses all beings, sowing the seeds of life.

These two perfectly aligned with the duality of the "Sun Path" in his Inner World.

Destruction and rebirth, tyranny and benevolence.

When the "Action" in reality and the "Knowledge" in consciousness fully united, it triggered a qualitative change in the Inner World.

The barren world was showered with sweet rain, finally emanating the first true vitality.

The transformation of the Inner World, through a mysterious energy conversion form, in turn nourished his physical body.

This was not just a breakthrough in spiritual cultivation, but a transcendence that permeated from inside to outside, spanning spirit and matter.

"So this is the true cultivation of Martial Arts..."

Fang Cheng murmured, slowly folding his five fingers, and clenched his fist.

Crack——

A solid sense of power instantly filled his entire right arm.

Muscles bulged, tendons writhed like little snakes beneath the skin.

Every cell cheered, as if a sleeping volcano could erupt at any moment, showcasing its might.

Fang Cheng saw this and, without the slightest hesitation, grabbed the end of the bandage wrapped around his right arm with his left hand.

With a sudden tug, the white gauze was instantly shattered by a clever force, scattering like fluttering butterflies across the bed.

The unbound right arm was revealed under the morning light, showing a bronze gleam of healthy luster.

The crisscrossing, deep gashes that were once seen to the bone had now disappeared without a trace.

The skin was smooth as before, muscle lines were fluid and full of strength, not even leaving the slightest scar.

Had one not experienced it personally, no one would believe that this arm had been almost completely destroyed a day earlier.

Fang Cheng got off the bed, bare-chested, standing in the bedroom.

He took a deep breath, his body sank slightly, raising both fists, assuming a standard fighting stance.

The next second, his figure moved.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

The sound of fists cutting through the air tore through the room’s tranquil atmosphere.

He first executed a series of jabs as swift as lightning, striking with pinpoint accuracy, as if nailing several invisible nails into the air.

Then, his waist and hips suddenly exerted force, and a forceful straight punch was launched with vigor.

The wind from the punch even made the curtain in the distance sway slightly.

Fang Cheng moved without the slightest pause, his body naturally descended, evading the imaginary attack.

Simultaneously, a fierce hook punch erupted suddenly from beneath, the punch aimed straight at the chin.

Then, his body spun like a top, and a powerful swing punch swept out horizontally.