Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes, and observed the surroundings.
The morning sunlight filtered through floral curtains, casting fine golden lines that illuminated every corner of the room.
The desk was close against the windowsill, and the wooden surface’s texture reflected a warm luster under the gentle caress of sunlight.
A few recent law books were neatly stacked on top, faintly emitting the sll of ink.
Within the bedroom, the outlines of all the items were distinctly delineated, draped in a light halo.
However, it was like an overly rendered video ga scene.
The excessive clarity made it seem sowhat unreal.
Fang Cheng’s eyes flickered slightly, then he raised his hand.
With a "snap," he snapped his fingers.
In an instant, the scene in the room seed to be enchanted.
Daylight swiftly retreated, and darkness surged in like a tide.
It seed that the warm scene bathed in sunlight just now was but a fleeting dream.
Fang Cheng sat quietly on the bed, his eyes shimring with an exceptionally bright light.
His gaze was so sharp as if it could penetrate space, ticulously sweeping across every corner of the room, not missing any shadowy hiding spot.
Suddenly, his gaze focused, fixing on an area on the ceiling that seed slightly unusual.
A few points of faint light, like fireflies, flickered intermittently in the darkness.
This was a warning sign that Spiritual Energy was about to be exhausted.
It signified that the mory information carried there was being lost, also showing that the "materials" constructing the mory Palace were aging and eroding.
Just like the colors of a mural gradually dimming, showing signs of peeling, urgently needing fresh "spiritual paint" for repair and stabilization.
If ignored, it wouldn’t be long before that section of the wall would loosen entirely and then fall off.
Fang Cheng’s expression tightened, then he held his breath, gathering his Spiritual Energy.
As he raised his hands, a similar kind of faint light, invisible to the naked eye, swirled and twinkled at his fingertips.
Then, with a gentle wave, the light left his hand, covering that unusual area, rging into it.
Nourished by Spiritual Energy, the loose wall slowly restored, becoming stable and firm.
Many tiny fragnts also floated up, returning to their original positions.
The gaps silently closed, as if ti had turned back, restoring to its initial intact form.
Fang Cheng exhaled slightly, a touch of relief showing on his face.
This seemingly simple repair work was actually a manifestation of his ticulous control over the mory Palace.
Then, he shifted his gaze, continuing to patiently explore problematic areas, doing careful repairs.
In night mode, many subtle conditions hidden by light, visually modified, actually beca easier to highlight.
This also made this work, which required the consumption of Spiritual Energy, relatively easier.
Through nurous practices, Fang Cheng had co to a profound realization.
The larger the space of the mory Palace, the exponentially more Spiritual Energy is consud during its construction, and maintaining its stable operation afterward requires a massive investnt of energy as well.
It’s like constructing a magnificent sky castle, from the initial blueprint design to the construction of every brick and tile, it all requires significant expenditure.
And once completed, daily inspections, repairs, and reinforcents are a long and arduous ntal marathon, allowing no slack.
As ti passes, various compounded influences will inevitably erode the building materials, causing fading, wear, and warping.
Initially, it might just be a small peel or a dim spot, which gradually spreads.
Ultimately, this could very well lead to the entire mory Palace collapsing, rendering previous efforts in vain.
Because of this, Fang Cheng always remained vigilant in his mind.
After each ditation practice, he would co in for an inspection to see what changes had occurred, checking for omissions and shortcomings.
It was like repairing an old house, requiring continuous energy investnt.
Fortunately, the size of the mory Palace Fang Cheng currently mastered was relatively small, confined to just one bedroom.
If it were to beco as large as a library or city, one could imagine how enormous the workload would be then.
This was the main reason why Fang Cheng had not continued to expand the space.
The burden was simply too great.
With his current level of Spiritual reserve, impulsively expanding would undoubtedly be overreaching.
Moreover, Fang Cheng wasn’t sure what other function this special "mory Palace" served besides permanently preserving mories and acting as a spiritual refuge.
There was no need to blindly pursue being comprehensive and extensive.
Of course.
If one were rely constructing a more illusory "mory Palace" within the subconscious, there would be no need to expend so much effort.
Such a simplified Spirit Space, like a disposable paper lantern, could be discarded after brief illumination.
Just like during the rescue operation at the waste treatnt plant.
He could rely on the Speed Reading Skill to instantly imprint and replicate the workshop’s environntal conditions into his mind, thereby gaining a god’s-eye view for full control.
This capability does not pursue tiliness but is aid at precisely pinpointing problems at the scene, playing a role in quick adaptation.
But, since deciding to reside in this barren area and construct a stable, enduring spiritual fortress.
He must endure the expenditure of several tis the normal amount of Spiritual Energy as when using the ability normally.
Sotis, Fang Cheng couldn’t help but daydream.
If truly delving into the vast, seemingly cosmic Abyss of the subconscious, to construct an even larger, more complex mory Palace.
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