486: Chapter 486 Vitality in the Inner World, Golden Halo

Late at night, inside the presidential suite of the Four Seasons Hotel.

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

The entire room seemed to have transformed into a patch of shadows, barely outlining the luxurious contours of the indoor furniture.

The sofa turned into blurry blocks, the LCD TV screen went dark, and the crystal chandelier lost its brilliant radiance, appearing utterly dim.

In the adjacent bedroom, Lin Chuqiao and Bailing were already fast asleep, their breathing steady and slow.

From Pan Wendi's room, the faint sound of a game beeping could be heard, and a weak, cold light from a phone screen seeped out from under the crack of the door.

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

In this way, at the slightest sign of trouble, they could look out for each other and evacuate quickly.

It also minimized the risk of encountering accidents when separated.

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

His eyes were slightly closed, his breathing long and drawn-out, as if it were there yet not.

It was as if he were not placed on a soft bed, but rather sitting quietly within a deep and boundless Universe Void Realm.

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

Cuihai Lake, which shimmered with rippling light during the day, had also turned into a bottomless darkness.

Only a few sparse lights flickered uncertainly in the center of the lake, resembling twinkling stars on the horizon.

At this moment of utter silence, a faint glimmer quietly lit up between Fang Cheng's brows.

That was the location called "Lingtai" by Daoism, and considered the "pineal gland" by modern medicine.

The light was extremely dim at first, like a candle flickering in the wind.

But in an instant, it stabilized, transforming into a quietly burning cluster of golden lamp flames.

The core of the flame was stable, and the halo was soft.

Afterwards, this cluster of lamp flames seemed to have gained life, and its light began to gradually expand outward.

Like mercury pouring onto the ground, it silently flowed across his forehead, bridge of the nose, and face...

After just a few seconds, it spread throughout his entire body and all his limbs and bones.

A layer of golden flame, thin as cicada wings and resembling flowing light, thus adhered to the surface of his skin.

Fang Cheng's entire person emitted a soft and bright halo, resembling a gilded statue.

This flame was completely different from the raging, destructive, and violent flames during battle.

It appeared incomparably soft and serene, without even a trace of flickering fire visible.

The reflected light was like ribbons drifting slowly in the darkness,

if one looked closely, one could discover that those light rays were composed of hundreds of millions of tiny light particles that constantly annihilated and reborn, operating along some profound trajectory.

To be precise, this was more like radiation formed by a high-energy particle stream rather than a flame in the mundane sense.

This miraculous and tranquil light flame did not emit the slightest bit of heat.

The clothing it covered and the bedsheets beneath him were all intact, without causing any damage to the surrounding things.

It was as if all of this were merely an illusory light and shadow special effect.

However.

Beneath this seemingly calm exterior, deep within Fang Cheng's consciousness, a magnificent upheaval comparable to creation was taking place.

In the Inner Scene World.

Fang Cheng's will transformed into an Incarnation of the sun, hanging high above the vault of heaven.

He overlooked the island floating beneath his feet in the endless darkness.

On the island, mountain ranges wound and undulated, and clear rivers flowed.

This world, single-handedly pioneered by him, was currently shrouded in a hazy drizzle.

This rain looked small, but it had already lasted for more than a dozen hours.

During the day when Lin Chuqiao treated his injuries, Fang Cheng had sensed it in his heart.

From that very moment on, the first drop of rain was born from nothingness, drizzling down until now.

The rain threads were as fine as ox hair, carrying a faint golden halo, descending from the clouds below the sun, evenly sprinkling every corner of this barren land.

This was not ordinary rain, but the manifestation of energy at a higher level.

Every raindrop, upon touching the parched soil, instantly dissolved, turning into wisps of warm energy that seeped into the underground.

As the sweet rain poured down broadly, spots of green unexpectedly began to emerge on the originally barren wasteland where not a blade of grass grew.

As time passed, sparse tender shoots pushed open gravel, frail vines climbed along the cliff walls, and patches of green grass grew on the edges of the riverbanks.

It was as if a vigorous vitality was dyeing the entire barren island green bit by bit along the trajectory where the rain spread.

Even that abandoned psychiatric hospital located in the northwest corner of the island...

at this moment, under the washing of the rain, the mottling on the outer walls had faded away a lot.

A few wisps of vines drilled out from the cracks in the corners of the wall, adding a touch of green to the gray and decaying building.

Fang Cheng gazed at this scene different from the past, with a slight realization in his heart.

"So that's how it is..."

His whispering voice echoed in the Void Realm, revealing a trace of sudden enlightenment.

Master Ma Jianguo had once said that wanting to reach the level of Inner Scene external manifestation required continuously feeding the Inner Scene World with one's own True Qi, making it constantly become more solid.

At the same time, one must continuously verify one's own Dao in reality, making the will of the "True Self" increasingly firm.

Special Investigation Team leader Shi Chengyi also taught likewise; the core of the Perfection of the Inner Scene World lay in "the unity of knowing and acting".

When the "action" in reality coincided with the "Dao" in the inner scene, the world would gradually transform from illusory to real.

And just last night, in the spiritual Secret Realm, he executed the might of thunder and shattered Xuanzhen's Soul-Devouring Domain.

This "action" perfectly matched the tyrannical and cruel side of the Dao of the Sun.

Therefore, his martial arts will became increasingly burning and refined, and experience in skills such as Boxing and Qigong increased significantly.

But tyranny and burning heat were not the full picture of the sun.

Just as Shi Chengyi said:

"The Dao of the Sun has two sides."

"One side is burning away all haze and darkness, and the other side is illuminating all things and bestowing grace upon all living beings."

When Fang Cheng killed the deeply evil Xuanzhen, those departed Souls that had been imprisoned for who knows how many years were thus liberated.

Before dissipating, they produced the purest thoughts of gratitude, liberation, and so on toward him, this "liberator", converging into an incomparably massive Power Of Will.

This Power Of Will was different from the spiritual energy obtained and tempered from the consciousness of worshippers in the past.

If spoken from a metaphysical perspective, it should be more defined as a kind of "Karma", or positive causal Karma.

It was purer and more creative than the "worship Power Of Will" of ordinary believers, and happened to be the best catalyst for imparting "vitality" to the world.

Because of this, there was this sweet rain pouring broadly that lasted for more than a dozen hours.

Fang Cheng gathered his mind, descended from the high heavens, transformed into a physical entity, and walked on this land soaked by the golden spiritual rain.

The rain threads fell on his body without the slightest dampness.

Instead, they transformed into the purest spiritual energy, merging into his body and bringing a comfortable sensation of the Soul being cleansed.

He was barefoot, stepping on the damp black soil.

The land under his feet was no longer the illusory concept of the past, but had a more realistic texture.

The soil emitted an aura mixed with rain and green grass, full of a primitive and fresh fragrance.

Fang Cheng squatted down, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the ground.

Where his fingertips touched, a patch of gray-green velvet-carpet-like lichens stubbornly adhered to the surface layer of the soil.

And on a rock not far away, a few dots of dark green moss were greedily sucking in the rainwater, glowing with an unprecedented luster of life.

These were the first trace of green born in the Inner Scene World.

Fang Cheng's gaze flickered, looking along the direction where the lichens and moss spread.

I saw that on the plains near the foot of the mountain, a large patch of tender green weeds had already broken through the soil.

Although sparse and short, they formed a continuous grassland, swaying gently in the drizzle.

As if paying the most humble greeting to their creator.

Fang Cheng walked forward slowly, bent down, and his fingertips brushed across the leaf tip of a blade of grass.

That touch carrying a hint of coolness, as well as the faint pulse of life contained on the leaves, were clearly transmitted to his perception.

"It's alive..."

Fang Cheng muttered to himself in a low voice, an unspeakable joy surging in his heart.

This joy was different from the thrill of defeating strong enemies, nor was it the satisfaction of acquiring wealth.

It was purer, more Origin-based, reaching straight to the deepest part of the Soul.

Sowing the seeds of life with one's own hands, witnessing the world move from barbarism to prosperity.

This was supreme bliss that only a creator was qualified to enjoy.

Fang Cheng continued forward along the newly born grassland, coming to the side of that winding river.

The river water appeared clearer than before, and the babbling sound of flowing water rang out in the rain, pleasant and melodious.

Even in the shallow water area near the bank, a few aquatic plants that had just sprouted tender shoots could be seen.

The only pity was that animals like fish and shrimp did not appear.

Fang Cheng raised his eyes to look into the distance, his line of vision tracing upstream along the river.

Then, on the damp hillside, he pleasantly discovered a few stubbornly upright saplings.

Looking at those needle-like leaves, they seemed to be pine trees.

They were only half a meter tall, and the tree trunks were only as thick as a finger, but in the rain they appeared full of vitality.

As if accumulating strength, preparing to grow into towering trees in the future.

The entire Inner Scene World seemed to be slowly awakening in this misty drizzle.

Fang Cheng opened his arms, raised his head, and closed his eyes.

Letting the rain threads containing magnificent vitality fall on his face, enjoying this joy to the fullest.

An unprecedented Perfection and self-sufficiency filled his entire Soul.

It was as if his own will was closely connected with this heaven and earth; the nourishment of every inch of land and the stretching of every tender shoot were a part of his body breathing and growing.

And in this resonance of all things coexisting, Fang Cheng suddenly caught a trace of unusual traction.

His gaze narrowed slightly, and following the induction, he cast his consciousness back toward that sun hanging high in the sky.

I saw that at the core of the sun, that pair of golden pupils that were originally indifferent and majestic now unexpectedly possessed a trace of indescribable agility and brilliance.

The pupils rotated slowly, reflecting the scene of all things newly born in the world below.

The emotions contained within were no longer pure, magnificent heavenly might, but possessed an extra fraction of the creator's compassion and tolerance.

"Tyranny" and "Vitality".

"Destruction" and "Creation".

The two sides of the Dao of the Sun finally achieved initial balance and harmony at this moment.

Fang Cheng suddenly realized that this was truly his own "True Self" and "Martial Will".

At the same time, inside the hotel Master bedroom of the real world.

Fang Cheng sat upright on the bed, and that layer of soft golden light flame on the surface of his body was still burning quietly.

As the vibrant evolution of the Inner Scene World proceeded, this layer of light flame was also quietly undergoing changes.

It was no longer attached only to the surface of the skin, but began to expand outward, forming a constantly rotating golden halo with a diameter of about two meters.

Fang Cheng's entire person was enveloped within it.

Countless profound light particles rose and fell, annihilated, and were reborn within it, resembling a miniature nebula.

If the perspective was pulled into the microscopic level, one could see an even more shocking scene.

Under the radiation of the light flame, hundreds of trillions of cells throughout Fang Cheng's body were undergoing high-speed division, regeneration, and recombination.

During this process, those filamentous chromatins within the cell nuclei burst forth with hazy glimmers.

That light was like crystal-clear liquid flame, converging among the muscles, tendons, bones, and internal organs throughout the body, forming bright spots of light one by one.

The source of that layer of golden light flame emerging from Fang Cheng's body was precisely these countless lit-up "light points".

Among them, the part where the light points gathered the most and were the brightest was impressively located in the center of the brain.

The brilliance of the light was virtually like a dazzling bright sun.

Moreover, it seemed that all the light points appearing in other parts of the whole body were reflected and derived from this "bright sun".

Under its guidance, without even mobilizing Dantian True Qi, it accelerated the repair of damage throughout the body.

Beneath the bandage on his right arm, those muscle tissues cut by the spatial rifts were currently wriggling and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the tiny cracks on the bones, countless light points converged, continuously infiltrating and coagulating, repairing and reconstructing along the patterns of the cracks.

If a high monk of Esoteric Buddhism were here and saw the strange phenomenon presented by Fang Cheng at this moment, he would probably be dumbfounded with astonishment.

Because this was precisely the supreme Realm that practitioners dreamed of, recorded in the Anuttarayoga Tantra of Esoteric Buddhism — — "Indestructible Bright Point".

It was the high condensation of spiritual and physical energy, and the materialization of the power of the life Origin.

In the cultivation of Esoteric Buddhism, practitioners needed to recite mantras and form mudras, practicing through the blessings of the three mysteries of body, speech, and mind, in order to Cultivate this incredible and marvelous Realm.

After visualizing the bright point, the further goal of Visualization was the Masters, tutelary deities, Vidyarajas, consorts, etc., which were gathered from the bright points and possessed specific images.

What Fang Cheng visualized was not the conventional images of Masters and tutelary deities of Esoteric Buddhism, but that magnificent great sun in his own Inner Scene World.

In the darkness-shrouded room, he, sitting upright in the golden halo, was like a deity residing at the core of the sun.

Radiating endless light and majesty all over his body, he impressively produced an indescribable oppressive aura.

And behind his head, the light projected by the "bright sun" of Lingtai vaguely condensed into a more dazzling, seemingly substantive golden halo.

The vigorous vitality of the Inner Scene World was pouring into the body endlessly through the transformation of countless bright points, precisely repairing the damage everywhere in the Physical Body.

The cells throughout Fang Cheng's body were cheering and leaping for joy, warmly welcoming this sweet rain of life originating from the deepest part of the Soul.

At the same time, light blue light continuously flashed before his eyes, and prompt messages swept past one by one.

[You are transforming the Inner Scene World, life energy bursts forth, nourishing the Physical Body, Physique increases by 0.001]

[You are transforming the Inner Scene World, life energy bursts forth, nourishing the Physical Body, Physique increases by 0.001]

[You practice Qigong skills, experience + 1]

[You practice Visualization skills, experience + 1]

... (End of chapter)