236: Chapter 236 Mental Breakthrough, The Path to Extraordinary Status

Chapter 236 Spiritual Breakthrough, The Path of Transcendence

Late at night.

At the Yuehu Hotel, everything was dead silent.

Velvet curtains hung vertically from high above, their thick and dense fabric completely blocking out the moonlight from outside the window.

The entire room seemed to have turned into a shadow, barely outlining the luxurious contours of the indoor furniture.

The sofa turned into vague blocks, and the crystal chandelier lost its brilliant radiance, looking utterly dim.

Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed at this moment, his eyes slightly closed, just like sitting in the deep Universe Void Realm.

A burning sensation like flames surged from the pineal gland between his eyebrows, faintly projecting a faint red glow.

Outside the window, the entire Wanghu Town had long since fallen into a deep sleep.

Occasionally, the tail lights of an airplane streaking across the night sky flashed a few times before disappearing again.

In this room locked by darkness, it was as if there were also indicator lights transmitting signals, flashing on and off, dim and bright.

Illuminating Fang Cheng's face with a hint of mystery, half hidden in the darkness and half outlined by the faint glow.

If viewed from a God's perspective, standing in another dimension and looking down at him at this moment.

A layer of orange-red flames rippled around Fang Cheng's body, constantly jumping and dancing.

Those flames seemed to ignite from the depths of the Soul, using the dependent Physical Body as firewood, slowly consuming it and blooming with light.

Fang Cheng, sitting upright here, had turned into a raging humanoid torch.

Surrounding him was the vast and boundless dark Void Realm, without boundaries or ends, resembling the appearance of Chaos at the birth of the Universe.

All things in heaven and earth seemed to have been ruthlessly devoured by the Creator, leaving only the dark fog and undercurrents that could freeze the Soul, filling the space in between.

But right in the dead silence of the Void Realm, waves of consciousness-condensed radio waves flickered in and out of sight.

They were like pilgrims from distant stars, crossing endless time and space, advancing toward the surviving land of light, pursuing slim hopes.

Thus, they dragged long tail lights in the darkness, leaving footprints that demonstrated their existence.

These ideologies were bizarre and strange, containing Chaos, complex, and unspeakable information.

Some seemed about to dissipate, melting into the dark fog, while others flickered uncertainly, still stubbornly emitting faint light.

At this moment, they seemed to be attracted by Fang Cheng, who was also in the Void Realm but had turned into a torch.

They were seen drifting from all directions, like winding threads, spiraling and converging, surrounding in layers.

Vaguely, they made rustling, extremely noisy, and weird sounds.

It was like countless radio stations playing programs with completely different styles at the same time, with various frequencies interweaving and interfering with each other.

Fang Cheng still maintained his motionless figure, sitting upright in the flames.

Only this time, facing these external thoughts that interfered with himself, he no longer rejected them, but chose to calmly accept them.

Every leaping flame on his body was like a guardian of spiritual consciousness, propping up a warm region in this dark Void Realm.

The circles of invisible fluctuations emitted by the scattered light attracted them to crawl like caterpillars, getting closer and closer, denser and denser.

Until the first "bug" extended its antennae and gently touched the flame barrier guarding Fang Cheng.

In an instant, the flames seemed to have their instincts awakened, trembling slightly, and quickly rolling that "little bug of consciousness" into them.

The tongues of fire licked wantonly, making a "sizzling" sound.

It was like a starved beast seeing plump prey, eagerly wanting to feast.

Under the high-temperature scorching of the flames, that consciousness emitted a creepy scream.

First, it trembled violently in panic, trying to break free from the bondage of the flames, and its originally vague form became even more distorted and scattered.

Immediately after, the mist-like consciousness was dried of moisture by the high temperature, condensing into an extremely tiny particle exuding a fluorescent glow.

The micro-light-like consciousness flickered endlessly, as if making a final struggle, but was helplessly devoured by the flames bit by bit, until it completely faded and disappeared, merging into this land of light.

After being nourished, each flame rejoiced and leaped, scrambling to lick the "little bugs of consciousness" approaching their side.

As they devoured more, the originally slightly hungry flames gradually decreased in aggressiveness.

They began to learn to use a more inclusive posture to seduce those consciousnesses into actively integrating, and taking them into the halo.

After this brief resistance, all external thoughts of consciousness were inevitably completely calcined by the flames.

Impurities like ashes blown away by the wind fluttered and dissipated into invisibility.

Under the tempering of the flames, the remaining essence turned into drops of glowing spiritual energy as pure as star fragments.

Summoned, these energies slowly converged toward between Fang Cheng's eyebrows.

With each drop integrated, a trace of imperceptible brightness flashed across between his eyebrows.

As if echoing, the pineal gland also became increasingly scorching.

Fang Cheng's face gradually turned red, and fine sweat beads seeped from his forehead.

However, the self-consciousness greedily enjoyed the sustenance in this spiritual feast, constantly nourishing and strengthening itself.

His breathing correspondingly became smoother, longer, and rhythmic.

Every inhalation was like absorbing the mysterious energy in Luo the endless darkness, taking the external essence into himself.

Every exhalation seemed to dispel all the turbid Qi and distracting thoughts in his body, leaving only the pure mind calcined by the flames, steadily moving toward a deeper spiritual Realm.

Meanwhile, in the darkness, the light blue panel was also flashing with dazzling light.

Prompt messages flashed past his eyes one by one with his breathing and breathing out.

[ You practiced the Meditation skill, gradually mastered the high-tier spiritual Cultivation Technique, experience increased + 1 ]

[ You are absorbing external consciousness thoughts, condensing self-consciousness, Spirit increases by 0.001 ]

[ You are absorbing external consciousness thoughts, condensing self-consciousness, Spirit increases by 0.001 ]

[ You practiced the Meditation skill, gradually mastered the high-tier spiritual Cultivation Technique, experience increased + 1 ]

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[ Congratulations, through unremitting efforts, your spiritual attribute has achieved a Breakthrough, reaching 44 points ]

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[ Congratulations, through unremitting efforts, your spiritual attribute has achieved a Breakthrough, reaching 45 points ]

...

"Hoo ———— "

I don't know how long had passed, a long exhalation broke the silence.

Fang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and swept his gaze around.

What caught his eye was not the luxurious hotel room, but his own bedroom on Jiuchang Street in Jiangbei.

Familiar walls, dilapidated desks, everything was so real and within reach.

After a brief trance, Fang Cheng's expression instantly became calm, and flames faintly jumped in the depths of his pupils.

The purpose of tonight's Meditation practice was to verify whether the spiritual Cultivation Technique given by the mysterious person was truly effective.

He deliberately made several attempts, and then gave birth to a bold idea, deciding to start with those "Heart Demon distracting thoughts" that had been plaguing him like hallucinations.

According to the Cultivation Technique formula:

" To purify consciousness, one needs to find a quiet room, cross-legged with eyes closed, guide external consciousness thoughts into one's own spiritual Secret Realm, explore hidden Impurities, gather a scorching true fire with a resilient mind, burn them to ashes, and finally make them clear... "

With his own understanding, Fang Cheng guided the external consciousness into the Memory Palace he carefully constructed, treating it as the spiritual Secret Realm mentioned in the Cultivation Technique.

And the scorching true fire gathered by the resilient mind should obviously be the wisp of Flame of Spirituality with wonderful functions in his mind.

Like this, he carried out spiritual Cultivation according to the content of the Cultivation Technique.

In the end, it really worked, and the results were remarkable, even exceeding expectations.

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed slightly, looking at the panel information appearing in front of him.

[ Meditation experience + 50 ]

[ Meditation lv1 (143 / 250) ]

Trying to Cultivate this spiritual Cultivation Technique for the first time actually increased so much experience value in one breath.

You must know that in the past, every time he practiced the Meditation skill, even if it lasted for four or five hours, the gained experience would not exceed 5 points at most.

And now...

Fang Cheng raised his wrist and looked at the time displayed by the sports watch.

1:52.

Counting from starting Meditation in bed at 10 PM, it was only four hours until now.

If every time had such remarkable results, wouldn't the skill improvement speed be like taking a rocket, and he could quickly upgrade to Great Master-level Meditation?

Fang Cheng shook his head and smiled, knowing in his heart.

The reason why he could harvest so much experience this time was mainly attributed to mastering a very special spiritual Cultivation Technique.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's eyes flicked slightly, and then he switched the panel to the attribute interface.

[ Strength: 40 ]

[ Agility: 40 ]

[ Physique: 41 ]

[ Spirit: 45 ]

Previously, he had concentrated on Cultivating the spiritual Cultivation Technique, constantly calcining external consciousness thoughts with true fire and extracting spiritual energy.

This process reflected on the panel was that the spiritual attribute progress bar continued to grow, successively breaking through two percentages.

Surprisingly upgrading from 43 points to 45 points.

This was the most important harvest of tonight's Meditation practice!

Because this powerfully proved one point.

He could completely increase his spiritual attribute and speed up the upgrade speed by refining and absorbing external consciousness thoughts.

According to the content of the Cultivation Technique, it was to strengthen self-consciousness, constantly break through shackles, and finally move toward the Realm of transcendence!

With yearning, Fang Cheng's heart surged endlessly.

It was as if he saw a broad path of the extraordinary Realm extending beneath his feet, with every step carrying infinite possibilities.

Then he took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and looked at the surrounding scenery.

After this spiritual Cultivation, the noise lingering in his ears and the illusions flashing before his eyes all disappeared.

Even this carefully built Memory Palace seemed to have undergone some wonderful changes.

The walls, floor, and ceiling seemed to be injected with mysterious power, becoming a bit thicker, giving a stronger and safer feeling.

Fang Cheng calmed down and carefully sensed everything around him with consciousness.

Suddenly his eyes condensed, as if he noticed something unusual.

Then he got out of bed, stepped on the ground barefoot, and walked quickly toward the "door" connecting the outside world.

Click.

He reached out to hold the cold door handle and gently twisted it.

The originally tightly closed door leaf made a creaking sound and quietly opened along with the force.

The door continued to open slowly, and the scene presented outside the bedroom.

Was neither ink-like rolling dark fog, nor Soul-stirring, roaring waves and wind sounds.

After pushing the door completely open, what caught his eye was still darkness, but Fang Cheng could feel the existence of the walls and ground.

This feeling was half-real and half-illusory, just like walking into a room with the lights turned out, where all sides up and down were tightly covered by curtains made of black satin.

Speaking of which, it was somewhat similar to the Smiling Demon's voice chat room.

Looking dark and boundless, it actually had boundaries. As long as one focused on exploring, one could discover the clues within.

Fang Cheng stepped into it, feeling the touch wrapped like a sponge under his feet, with some realization in his heart.

The external consciousness thoughts calcined by the fire of the mind were finally tempered into pure spiritual energy, which was successfully absorbed by himself to nourish self-consciousness.

And the Memory Palace in a sense was equivalent to the concrete manifestation of self-consciousness.

Those external consciousness thoughts carrying various miscellaneous information, after being forged and shedding Impurities, also became the most suitable "building Materials".

Therefore, the Memory Palace was expanded accordingly, and the surrounding scenery also underwent corresponding changes.

Fang Cheng's gaze slowly swept across, taking the bedroom as the center, expanding into a dark space of about dozens of square meters.

Like a barren construction site waiting for bricks and tiles, infinite possibilities were hidden everywhere.

But wanting to truly achieve expansion and complete shaping obviously required richer spiritual energy and consciousness information.

And Fang Cheng Cultivating this mysterious Cultivation Technique to refine external consciousness thoughts and turn them into his own use might be a shortcut to quickly achieve the goal.

Every successful absorption of consciousness thoughts was like adding a solid brick and stone to the construction of the Memory Palace.

Perhaps, in the near future.

A truly grand and magnificent palace rising from the ground in this dark Void Realm was not a fantasy.

Fang Cheng finished Cultivating in the "spiritual Secret Realm", paused for a moment to observe, and already had a plan in mind.

Then he ended the Meditation, guiding his consciousness to return to reality.

Opening his eyes, it was the familiar hotel room.

The darkness was filled with a faint lavender aroma, making people feel peaceful and comfortable.

However, as soon as he came back to his senses, a strong sense of hunger like a surging tide swept from his stomach.

Fang Cheng then truly realized that the special spiritual Cultivation just now consumed so much physical energy.

During the operation of the Cultivation Technique, not only did the spirit need high concentration, but even the Physical Body was like firewood ignited by flames, suffering consumption unconsciously.

At this moment, Fang Cheng's stomach was rumbling, so he stood up, quickly put on his coat, and prepared to go downstairs to see what there was to eat.

As a five-star hotel, the Yuehu Hotel provided 24-hour catering services.

Even in the early morning, guests could go to the cafe on the first floor to order food at any time. The available food included Western burgers, sandwiches, pasta, and all kinds of coffee and drinks.

Of course, if they went to the late-night window of the restaurant, they could also buy Chinese rice, stir-fried dishes, pasta, and the like.

Fang Cheng planned to go to the downstairs cafe and restaurant first to have a meal in each.

Then return to the room, order food by phone, and let the waiter send it up.

Like this, he should be able to roughly fill his stomach without appearing too exaggerated.

Half an hour later, Fang Cheng walked out of the restaurant and burped with slight satisfaction.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, he paced leisurely along a deserted passage.

Outside the window, the moonlight was like water, pouring into the meticulously maintained garden of the hotel.

Adding a bit of tranquility and poetry to this silent night, it was really suitable to go out to tour the lake and mountains at midnight.

Unfortunately, a single dog had no one to accompany him.

Fang Cheng shook his head and sighed slightly, and soon came to the elevator lobby.

Pressing the upward button, the elevator door that was already parked on the first floor slowly opened.

He stepped in steadily, and then pressed the number of the floor where he lived.

Just as the elevator door was about to close, a burst of hurried and messy footsteps came from far to near.

Someone shouted: " Wait! "

Hearing the sound, Fang Cheng immediately helped press the open button.

Immediately afterwards, two figures squeezed in hastily.

Fang Cheng raised his eyes to look and saw that the two people were ragged, with many damages, as if they had experienced a fierce fight.

Looking closely again, bloodstains faintly oozed from the damaged parts.

More importantly, he actually knew these two people.