503: Chapter 503 Snatching Food from a Mysterious Being

Chapter 503: Seizing Food from a Mysterious Entity

The hustle and bustle of reality receded like a tide.

Fang Cheng's Soul once again turned into a brilliant great sun, hanging high above the vault of heaven in the Inner Scene World.

Overlooking from high above, the island beneath his feet was no longer in its barren state at its birth.

After more than a week of nourishment, although that continuous spiritual rain had stopped, the remaining vitality grew increasingly dense.

The originally sparse grassland now blanketed the plains like a green carpet.

The pine saplings on the hillside sprouted new branches, swaying gently in the breeze.

The winding river grew even wider, refracting rippling light under the sunlight like a flowing silver ribbon, embracing the entire island within it.

Fang Cheng's gaze swept across.

Then he slowly descended from the high altitude, transforming into a human entity, and strolled across the magnificent square in the center of the island.

The black floor tiles beneath his feet were as smooth as a mirror, reflecting his figure.

In the well-arranged fountains surrounding him, jets of water continuously gushed and fell, splashing countless crystal-clear droplets.

Several sculptures that had not been fully carved stood quietly beside the flower beds; although their features were blurry, they exuded an ancient and mysterious charm.

Crossing the square, there was the towering golden palace.

Fang Cheng walked up the steps and reached out to push open the heavy palace doors that required one to look up at them.

"Boom—"

Accompanied by a muffled sound resembling thunder, the heavy doors slowly swung open.

Inside the hall, hundreds of huge stone pillars supported a vaulted ceiling over ninety meters high.

The intricate colored glass windows on both sides filtered the incoming sunlight into brilliant beams of light.

Like dreamy ribbons, they intertwined and danced in the empty hall.

Fang Cheng did not linger; his gaze pierced through the long red carpet, looking straight at the lofty golden throne at the end of the main hall.

He walked step by step to the top, turned around, and calmly seated himself.

The moment his ten fingers touched the cold armrests, a sense of omnipotent control instantly filled his heart.

Fang Cheng slowly raised his head, looking up at the vast starry sky on the dome of the hall.

Countless spots of light flickered quietly in the deep darkness, resembling dazzling stars.

Every single star represented a "believer" who had established a mental connection with him.

And right in the center of this starry sky floated a cluster of the most dazzling golden light.

Its volume was dozens of times larger than any star around it, resembling an eternally undying sun, ruling over this mental Universe.

At the core where the flame and light were most intense, a golden pupil faintly emerged, indifferent and majestic.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and golden light also flowed deep within his pupils.

Ever since the Inner Scene World burst with vitality, this golden pupil suspended in the center of the dome seemed to have gained an indescribable spirituality.

It no longer merely monitored coldly, but rather, as if it had life, it could more delicately perceive the emotional fluctuations behind those spots of light.

Whenever that pupil blinked occasionally, a ring of invisible energy pulses would spread outward.

All the spots of light across the entire dome resonated accordingly, flashing in unison.

During this process, the connections between each other seemed to become even closer because of this, forming a wondrous and harmonious rhythm.

At the same time, Fang Cheng, who was on the throne, could exceptionally clearly peek into a corner of the mental worlds of all the connected individuals.

In his field of vision, it was as if hundreds of television screens had been opened together.

Information from the five senses—such as sounds, images, smells, and tactile sensations from various connected individuals—rushed wildly into his consciousness like a flood.

In a flash, however, like a strictly running program, they were processed in an orderly manner on the Sun Heart Network, without any sense of clutter.

Of course, the consumption of Mental Energy in this overloaded state was terrifyingly high.

Perhaps only true deities could constantly maintain this omniscient perspective round-the-clock and indiscriminately.

Fang Cheng reined in his thoughts, his gaze sweeping across the peripheral areas of the starry sky.

There, there were two extremely faint, flickering spots of light.

They were like the morning stars about to fade away at dawn, yet they continuously flashed at a strange frequency, transmitting some obscure signal.

Those were precisely the consciousness coordinates representing Lin Chuqiao and Professor Ye Zhiren.

Fang Cheng's thoughts stirred slightly, recalling the various ways he had previously tried to utilize the Mind Resonance skill.

Aside from Wen Xin, who was a special case, at the very beginning he could only establish mental connections with believers who were ordinary people, perceiving their emotions and experiences.

Later on, although he figured out the Great Sun Burning Body Art, he successfully pulled in Xiaosa and Xu Hao, those two half-baked ones.

But facing unusual individuals with special abilities, he had never been able to break through that invisible barrier.

Let alone summoning them to smoothly enter his Inner Scene World, even establishing a stable connection channel was difficult to achieve.

Although Lin Chuqiao was not an unusual individual, she bore a prestigious Family Bloodline and had awakened a rare "precognition" talent.

This meant that deep within her subconscious, she had long been branded with a mark from the Family.

Perhaps it was the ancestral spirit of the Pan Family, or perhaps some kind of Soul contract.

Furthermore, Professor Ye Zhiren was a long-established S-rank mental-type unusual individual, possessing his own mental Secret Realm.

The source of his power was inevitably connected to some massive and mysterious unknown entity, and his consciousness barrier was as solid as iron.

Wanting to successfully connect their consciences was essentially "seizing food" from the mouths of those unspeakable entities, and the difficulty increased exponentially.

But if he could succeed...

Then, the connection among the members of the Illuminati would no longer be limited to reality, but would cross world dimensions and truly integrate as one.

This place would become an absolutely safe secret base and gathering place.

Even in the future, Fang Cheng could, like the leader of Utopia, descend his own will onto every member, display mighty power, and achieve a true sense of "divine descent."

Therefore, in the car this afternoon, he had intentionally guided Lin Chuqiao and Professor Ye Zhiren to try a new Cultivation Technique.

Through specific Visualization methods, he had them actively send signals to the "sun" representing himself.

By doing so, they would light up coordinates in the vast sea of stars, making it convenient for him to more accurately track the signal and maintain the connection.

This was only the first step.

Next, it was also necessary to establish a sufficiently stable channel to guide them into this place.

"Let's begin."

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, golden light suddenly flashing in his pupils, mobilizing all of his Mental Energy.

"Mind Resonance, open."

"Hum—"

Invisible ripples took the throne as their center, instantly sweeping across the entire golden palace.

Then they expanded outward, covering the entire island's ground and sky.

Finally, all the Mental Energy converged into that sun symbolizing the "True Self."

Correspondingly inside the hall, all the spots of light on the dome's starry sky trembled accordingly, flashing rapidly.

The golden pupil gradually opened wider, the brightness of the surrounding light cluster surged violently, practically transforming into an incomparably scorching blaze.

Fang Cheng's mind-will, like tentacles, followed this power and abruptly probed into the dark Void Realm.

He simultaneously locked onto those two stars located at the periphery, trying to forcibly build a stable connection channel.

However, the moment his consciousness touched the two spots of light, an unexpected change suddenly occurred.

"Boom—"

A massive will filled with supreme majesty erupted without warning from the depths of the Void Realm.

Immediately following that, a burst of ancient and vicissitudinous whispers drifted into his ears.

Those syllables were obscure and difficult to understand, yet they carried a resonance frequency that made the Soul tremble, as if coming from the distant horizon.

That was a warning, and also an expulsion.

The stream of information swept over like a surging tide, instantly washing Fang Cheng's probed mind-will tentacles into pieces and forcefully pushing them back.

It failed!

Fang Cheng's heart violently palpitated, his field of vision turning blurry.

He only saw two light clusters bobbing up and down in the Void Realm, wrapped tightly by a layer of flowing, heavy grey fog.

No matter how his mind-will impacted them, it was always like a clay ox entering the sea, silently swallowed and dissolved by that layer of grey fog.

Even more terrifyingly, deep within the churning grey fog, two blurry and distorted massive phantom shadows faintly emerged.

They had no specific facial features or forms, and it was even impossible to distinguish whether they were human or beast, yet they exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

Like deities sitting high up in the upper reaches of the river of history, gazing coldly across endless time and space at a certain ignorant and fearless peeper...

This was clearly the source of the obstructing power.

Perhaps it was the "ancestral spirit" condensed over thousands of years by the Family Bloodline, or perhaps it was a power projection of some higher dimension.

"Mm—"

Fang Cheng let out a muffled groan, his brain experiencing a piercing pain like pinpricks.

That was precisely the sign of his Mental Energy being forcibly backlashed.

If it weren't for the fact that he possessed the epic-grade "Omniscient Language" talent, which could increase his resistance to all negative language-type abilities by 400%, and analyzed and weakened the mental shock within those ancient whispers at the very first moment—

If it were replaced by an ordinary mental ability user, just this single strike would probably have caused his Divine Soul to be injured on the spot, turning him into an idiot.

"As expected... Is this the price of seizing food?"

Fang Cheng frowned tightly, rapidly severing the connection with that massive will.

Then he took a deep breath, calming his slightly chaotic Sea of Consciousness.

Even though his mental attribute had already reached 70 points now, facing this tier suppression originating from the Origin, he still appeared to lack the strength to do as he wished.

This was not just a gap in quantity, but even more so a chasm in quality!

Should he wait for his mental attribute to break through the 80-point milestone before trying?

Or pin his hopes on the next promotion of the Visualization skill to produce a qualitative change?

No, he couldn't wait any longer!

Fang Cheng decisively shook his head, rejecting the thought of evading.

The threat of "Utopia" was imminent, and time and tide wait for no man.

Moreover...

Fang Cheng keenly perceived that although that layer of grey fog seemed indestructible, the two stars wrapped under the fog did not reject him themselves.

On the contrary, they were pulsing at a specific frequency.

This was clearly Lin Chuqiao and Professor Ye Zhiren conducting Visualization according to the methods taught previously.

They were actively opening their arms to him, the "sun," calling out to him.

If he easily gave up this experiment and chose the result of failure,

in the future, even if he persuaded them to try visualizing him again, it would be difficult for the two of them to maintain a state of wholehearted trust.

By that time, wanting to establish a mental connection would only increase in difficulty rather than decrease.

"Since a two-front battle is unfeasible, then let's concentrate our forces and defeat them one by one."

Fang Cheng drew experience from his failure and quickly adjusted his strategy.

After some thought and adjustment, his mind re-gathered and stabilized, and then he activated Mind Resonance once again.

He decisively abandoned dual-line operation, concentrating all his attention on that spot of light representing Lin Chuqiao.

His mind-will condensed into a single point like the tip of an awl, avoiding the frontal majesty of that massive shadow, attempting to find a weak spot in the grey fog.

This time, resistance still existed, but with a clearer target, the perceived image was a bit clearer.

A soft white light cluster obscured most of his field of vision; that was Lin Chuqiao's subconscious barrier for self-protection.

Fang Cheng's pupils flashed with golden light, continuously outputting Mental Energy, drilling and penetrating bit by bit.

Finally, through that layer of churning grey fog, he saw a familiar figure.

Lin Chuqiao was sitting cross-legged in that sealed soundproof room.

The walls all around were plastered with yellow talisman papers, and the faint candlelight swayed violently in the windless room, as if it could go out at any moment.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her delicate brows furrowed tightly, a fine layer of sweat was on her forehead, and her complexion was slightly pale.

She was clearly trying hard to visualize the great sun, attempting to establish a mental connection with Fang Cheng.

But the sun within her heart was constantly obscured by the grey fog, unable to take form.

Because directly above her head, that blurry massive shadow was letting down strands of grey threads.

Like a marionette, they entwined around her mental body, seeming to warn her not to try to break free from her predetermined destiny.

"Just a little bit..."

Looking at the precarious connection, a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed Fang Cheng's mind.

Since that phantom relied on "Bloodline" and "contract" to bind Lin Chuqiao, why couldn't he use an even more domineering light to obscure those threads?

Since she was someone pursuing the sun in the darkness, why couldn't the sun take the initiative to shine upon her?

If a one-way pull didn't work...

Then... run toward each other from both directions, coordinating from the inside and outside.

Fang Cheng's mind stirred, no longer stingy with his Mental Energy, instead mobilizing the Origin power of that brilliant great sun in the Inner Scene World.

"True Sun Fire, burn away the false illusions!"

He let out a low shout in his heart.

As his will climbed to the Peak, the golden pupil on the dome abruptly opened to its absolute limit.

That blazing sun seemed to burn to its limit.

All the light at this moment condensed into a golden arrow capable of piercing anything, carrying the will to burn everything away, violently piercing through the Void Realm.

In an instant, the boundary between reality and illusion was shattered.

Deep within Lin Chuqiao's consciousness, in the pitch-black world originally shrouded by grey fog, a dazzling golden light suddenly lit up without warning.

That light was not a gentle candlelight, but rather as domineering and scorching as the midday blazing sun, savagely tearing apart that layer of heavy grey curtain.

Under the illumination of the golden light, that blurry massive phantom let out a silent roar.

It seemed extremely disgusted by the power of light, and had to retreat slightly, hiding away into deeper darkness.

Right now!

Fang Cheng's gaze condensed.

That golden beam of light transformed into a large hand, penetrating through layers of fog, and grabbed Lin Chuqiao's Soul, which was about to fall.

"Boom—"

As the white light cluster and the golden light erupted together, all resistance melted away like ice and snow at this very instant.

Inside the golden palace, a pillar of light descended from the sky, landing on the red carpet in front of the throne.

The light slowly dissipated, revealing a slender and graceful figure.

Lin Chuqiao opened her eyes in a somewhat dazed manner, instinctively raising her hand to shield her eyes from the slightly dazzling light around her.

"Where... is this place?"