167: Chapter 167 The Lighthouse in the Dark Ocean

Chapter 167: Lighthouse in the Dark Ocean

The Flame of Spirituality was like a wisp of lamp flame.

Burning slowly, it illuminated a circle of dim, glowing land.

Beyond the halo of light was boundless darkness.

It was as if an extremely thick mist covered all things in heaven and earth, swallowing all light.

Even the light emitted by the lamp flame could only be limited to a tiny range, appearing hazy.

And the thick black fog flowed slowly like ink.

It was like countless netherworld giant serpents entwining around the light domain derived from the lonely lamp in the deep sea, continuously squeezing, grinding, and devouring it.

As the Meditation continued, they were in a certain marvelous state of balance.

Suddenly, however, all kinds of sounds pierced through the endless darkness, surging like a tide.

The lamp flame suddenly shook violently and became slightly brighter, as if trying its best to dispel more surrounding darkness.

Its color was also producing subtle changes, as if mixed into some unknown fuel, thus appearing unusually turbid.

These sounds were sometimes dense and sharp, sometimes illusory and ethereal, rustling and incomparably noisy.

It was like the voices of many people overlapping together, making it completely impossible for one to distinguish.

Even after exiting the deep Meditation, an illusion still faintly lingered before the eyes.

It was as if figures praying or meditating drifted past quickly, vanishing abruptly.

"What is going on?"

Fang Cheng sat cross-legged, his brows tightly knitted.

He was now in a seabed crevice nearly 200 meters deep, in an absolutely dead silent environment.

Except for the occasional sound of flowing water, there was no other movement at all.

Therefore.

Those noises definitely did not come from the outside world; they should have been generated along with the Meditation.

Furthermore, they unconsciously consumed a lot of mental energy from Fang Cheng.

At this moment, his complexion appeared somewhat pale.

Fortunately, this abnormal hallucination did not last too long.

Glancing around at the surrounding rock walls and the bones emitting a deep blue glow, a series of thoughts flashed through Fang Cheng's mind.

Perhaps his body absorbed too much energy radiation, producing some unknown change.

Or perhaps persisting in cultivation in the deep sea for nearly a day and a night had pushed his mental pressure to the limit?

Thinking of this, he immediately swam out of the cave quiet room and rapidly floated up toward the top of the abyss.

Splash — Splash —

The waves surged endlessly, forming tides that constantly rushed toward the shore.

The wind whistled and whipped up wave crests, water splashing and being thrown high into the air.

Right at this moment, a figure leaped out from the wave crest, soaring freely above the waves like a storm petrel.

Returning to the sea surface once again, Fang Cheng trod water and took a deep breath of fresh air.

Floating up and down in the waves, he could clearly feel that as the tide began to recede, this storm had also diminished a lot.

The sea breeze mixed with a faint salty and fishy smell, inhaled into the lungs, giving people a unique sense of sobriety.

Raising his eyes to look at the pitch-black coastline in the distance.

In the storm-lashed early morning, the island town appeared exceptionally quiet and peaceful.

There were no lights on land, no ships on the sea, and the sky was filled with thick dark clouds, obscuring the stars and moon.

The entire world seemed to have fallen into an eternal night.

No, there was still a speck of light in existence.

At first, it flashed twice regularly,

and then, a long and steady beam of light pierced through the waves and reflected into his pupils.

That was the lighthouse standing outside the port lighting up.

Fang Cheng looked toward the bay, and suddenly his heart was stirred.

Was this bit of Flame of Spirituality born within himself in the ocean of the subconscious also like this lighthouse?

Using a faint light to attract ships over, guiding their course, and piercing through layers of fog and darkness?

Rumble — —

The sound of giant waves beating and the howling of fierce winds came to his ears, like thunder, vibrating his auricles.

Fang Cheng's gaze abruptly swept across the four directions where the sea and sky merged into one.

In fact, the wind and rain were gradually stopping at this moment, and the waves were also tending to calm down.

It was just that after leaving the extremely quiet abyss environment, his five senses' perception of the outside world suddenly amplified several times, becoming extremely sensitive again.

The negative impact brought by his mental attribute breaking through the 40-point mark should not be said to have weakened.

Rather, his adaptability and resistance were constantly strengthening.

"This must be the price one needs to pay to bear extraordinary power..."

Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze, lying flat on his back on the undulating waves, enjoying the feeling of being both peaceful and bustling.

While relaxing and resting, he was also silently summarizing the gains from his cultivation trip to Yongan Island this time.

The high-pressure weighted training on the seabed allowed all his bodily attributes to be significantly enhanced, especially his Physique breaking through the 40-point limit barrier.

The four skills of Push-up, Meditation, Breathing Technique, and Stance Training upgraded consecutively, obtaining various enhancement rewards.

Then he successfully achieved his original intention of using his mind to guide internal Qi, and smoothly synthesized the exclusive skill Qigong.

Finally, through a battle,

he verified that True Qi not only possessed healing effects, but could also play an outstanding role in defense and offense, not a bit inferior to those bizarre ability users.

However, the consumption speed of True Qi when used was really a bit too fast.

Fortunately, the bones of those unknown creatures were extraordinary and possessed very strong energy radiation, which could serve as a source for True Qi replenishment.

Otherwise, relying on eating meals, meditating, and practicing Breathing Technique every day to slowly store it, he wouldn't know when he could re-accumulate it to goodness knows when.

This also served as a reminder to Fang Cheng.

In the future, he must cautiously consider using means like Qigong only at critical moments or when facing formidable enemies.

Not a single mistake, one first, one release, one inner, one content, one at a time, take a look!

After all, every wisp of True Qi represented the life energy he possessed, and might even be directly linked to his lifespan.

His thoughts fluttered in the sea breeze, and his body completely relaxed.

Swaying gently with the waves, Fang Cheng felt as if he were lying in the embrace of the sea.

Without entering Meditation, his mind maintained a tranquil state just like that.

Slowly...

The darkness gradually retreated amidst the surging, revealing a hint of fish-belly white.

The blurred boundary between sea and sky began to become distinct.

The fiery red morning sun emerged from the sea surface, shooting out strips of crimson rosy clouds through the gaps in the clouds.

Sunlight flickered among the waves, appearing and disappearing, coating the sea area where fierce slaughter had occurred last night with a layer of mysterious radiance.

Flocks of early-rising seabirds made gull-like cries, lightly passing through the waves and sweeping across overhead.

Watching this scene, Fang Cheng turned over, stroked his arms, and swam rapidly toward the coastline.

It was time to prepare to go home!

...

Dong dong qiang, dong dong qiang.

The parade procession wore colorful traditional formal attire, marching forward amidst the sound of gongs and drums.

When passing through the street, vehicles and pedestrians stepped aside one after another.

The dignified divine statue of the Sea Queen sat on a bridal sedan chair, carried jointly by more than a dozen believers.

Behind them followed the parasol team, colorful banner team, and waist drum team, playing drums as they walked, with an extraordinary Aura.

Many tourists either stood by the roadside holding cameras to take pictures, or held incense candles with excited faces, joining the parade procession.

On the stormy night, the battle of a group of monsters on the great sea seemed not to have affected the peaceful lives of ordinary people.

The celebrations of the Sea Sacrifice Festival lasted from yesterday to today.

Fang Cheng didn't have much interest in watching this kind of local folk festival.

Besides, there was still a very important matter that needed to be handled at the moment.

A faint sound of police sirens came from the distance; the police on the island seemed to be searching for something.

Fang Cheng briskly walked through a small alley crowded with various shops, and came to a storefront of only a dozen square meters.

Hanging in front of the door was a signboard reading "Xinglong Welding Shop".

As for the bones used to replenish True Qi, Fang Cheng decided to take two pieces away.

The rest that were inconvenient to carry were temporarily left in the undersea Immortal Cave, letting the shark people watch over them for him.

Because this thing had very strong radiation, a specially customized lead box was needed to store it.

Of course.

In addition to the ancient remains mentioned by Lin Chuqiao, Fang Cheng also picked up a few antiques that looked quite valuable on the seabed.

Furthermore, he specially took a stroll around the place where the Noah Organization's ship sank, getting some special gadgets.

While waiting for the welding master to deliver the goods, another inquiring voice came from outside the door, and two customers walked in.

"Boss, are the boxes we ordered ready?"

Hearing this, Fang Cheng immediately turned back to look.

He saw Lin Chuqiao and Pan Wendi with bright eyes, also looking at him.

The three of them said in unison:

"What a coincidence."

Immediately afterwards, they looked at each other and smiled.