[You practice the ditation Skill, gradually mastering High Order Spiritual Technique, Experience Points 1]
[You are absorbing foreign Consciousness, refining self-awareness, Spirit 0.001]
[You are absorbing foreign Consciousness, refining self-awareness, Spirit 0.001]
[You practice the ditation Skill, gradually mastering High Order Spiritual Technique, Experience Points 1]
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[Congratulations, through persistent effort, your Spirit Attribute has broken through, reaching 44 points]
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[Congratulations, through persistent effort, your Spirit Attribute has broken through, reaching 45 points]
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"Hoo ————"
After an unknown amount of ti, a long exhale broke the silence.
Fang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping around.
What t his eyes was not the luxurious hotel room but his own bedroom far away in Jiangbei Old Factory Street.
Familiar walls, a worn-out desk, everything feels so real and within reach.
After a brief confusion, Fang Cheng’s face quickly turned calm, with flas faintly flickering deep within his pupils.
The purpose of tonight’s ditation practice was to verify whether the Spiritual Technique gifted by the mysterious person was genuinely effective.
He deliberately conducted several attempts and then conceived a bold idea to tackle those "distracting inner demons" that had been haunting him like illusions.
As described in the Cultivation Technique’s formula:
"To purify consciousness, find a quiet room, sit cross-legged with eyes closed, introduce foreign Consciousness into one’s own Spiritual Secret Realm, explore hidden impurities, gather Mind Fire with tenacious will to burn them away completely, finally achieving clarity..."
Fang Cheng relied on his understanding to guide foreign consciousness into his ticulously built mory Palace, considering it as the Spiritual Secret Realm ntioned in the Cultivation Technique.
The Mind Fire ford by tenacious will should evidently be the Spiritual Fire in his mind with peculiar effects.
Thus, following the content of the Cultivation Technique for Spiritual Cultivation.
The thod indeed worked, yielding remarkable results, even surpassing expectations.
Fang Cheng’s gaze flickered slightly as he looked at the panel information appearing before his eyes.
[ditation Experience 50]
[ditation lv1 (143/250)]
The first attempt at cultivating this Spiritual Technique astonishingly increased Experience Points by so much in one go.
Usually, despite practicing the ditation Skill for four to five hours, the experience gained never exceeded 5 points.
But now...
Fang Cheng raised his wrist and looked at the ti displayed on his sports watch.
1:52.
From starting to ditate at 10 PM until now, it’s been only four hours.
If every session could achieve such significant effects, wouldn’t the skill improvent speed be incredibly fast, quickly advancing ditation to Master Level?
Fang Cheng shook his head with a smile, knowing well.
This ti, gaining so much experience was mainly due to mastering an extrely special Spiritual Technique.
With this thought, Fang Cheng’s gaze flickered, and he switched the panel to the Attributes interface.
[Strength: 40]
[Agility: 40]
[Constitution: 41]
[Spirit: 45]
Previously, while fully concentrating on cultivating the Spiritual Technique, he continually used True Fire to temper foreign consciousness and refine Spiritual Energy.
This process reflected on the panel as the progress bar of Spirit Attribute steadily increasing, breaking through two points consecutively.
It abruptly upgraded from 43 points to 45 points.
This was the most important gain from tonight’s ditation practice!
Because it firmly proved one point.
He could completely increase the Spirit Attribute and accelerate the upgrade speed by refining and absorbing foreign consciousness.
As described in the Cultivation Technique, it’s about strengthening self-awareness, constantly breaking through shackles, and finally reaching the Transcendent realm!
With anticipation, Fang Cheng’s heart was surging.
It was as if he saw a pathway extending beneath his feet towards the Transcendent realm, each step carrying infinite possibilities.
At this mont, he took a deep breath, cald his emotions, and looked around at the scenery.
After a special Spiritual Cultivation, the noise ringing in his ears and the illusions flashing before his eyes vanished completely.
Even the ticulously constructed mory Palace seed to undergo so mysterious change.
The walls, ground, and ceiling seed infused with so mystical power, becoming thicker, giving an impression of being more solid and safe.
Fang Cheng cald his mind and carefully sensed everything around him with his consciousness.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed as if he had noticed sothing unusual.
He swiftly got out of bed, barefoot, stepping on the floor, and walked quickly towards the "door" connecting to the outside world.
Click.
He reached out and grasped the slightly cold doorknob, gently twisting it.
The door that was tightly closed creaked and quietly opened with his force.
The door continued to open slowly, beyond the bedroom.
It was not like the ink-black fog surging nor the soul-stirring, endlessly roaring waves and winds.
After fully opening the door, although it was a darkness before his eyes, Fang Cheng could feel the presence of the walls and floor.
This feeling seed both real and illusory, like walking into a room with lights off, with black silk curtains tightly covering every side.
To put it generically, it was sowhat similar to the Smiling Demon’s voice chat room.
It seed boundless darkness, but it actually had boundaries; as long as one focused, they could spot its intricacies.
Fang Cheng stepped inside, feeling the tactile sensation beneath his feet as if wrapped in sponges, and a realization dawned on him.
The foreign consciousness burned by the Mind Fire was eventually refined into pure Spiritual Energy, successfully absorbed to nourish self-consciousness.
The mory Palace, in a sense, is actually a concrete manifestation of self-consciousness.
Those foreign consciousnesses carrying various information materials, after forging and impurity removal, also beca the most suitable "building materials."
Thus, the mory Palace was expanded, and the surrounding scene underwent corresponding changes.
Fang Cheng’s gaze slowly swept across, an area of about several dozen square ters of darkness unfolding from the bedroom as a center.
Like a barren construction site waiting for bricks and tiles, everywhere holding infinite possibilities.
But to truly realize expansion and complete formation, apparently requires richer Spiritual Energy and consciousness information.
Through cultivating this mysterious technique, refining foreign consciousness for one’s use might just be a shortcut to quickly achieving one’s goals.
Each successful absorption of consciousness is akin to adding a sturdy brick to the construction of the mory Palace.
Perhaps, in the near future.
A truly grand palace might rise from this dark void, not rely a fantastical dream.
After finishing cultivation in the "Spiritual Secret Realm," Fang Cheng made a brief observation, already having a plan in mind.
He then ended his ditation, guiding his consciousness back to reality.
Upon opening his eyes, he returned to the familiar hotel room.
In the darkness, the faint aroma of lavender incense perated, creating a sense of tranquility and comfort.
However, just as he regained his senses, a strong wave of hunger such as surging tides swept over from his stomach.
Only then did Fang Cheng truly realize the special Spiritual Cultivation consud such considerable energy from the body.
During the operation of cultivation technique, not only did the spirit require intense concentration, but even the body seed like fuel lit by flas, suffering unnoticeable consumption.
At this mont, Fang Cheng’s stomach growled, and he quickly stood up, put on his coat, ready to check downstairs for anything to eat.
Yuehu Hotel, being a five-star hotel, offers 24-hour dining service.
Even if it was already late at night, guests could head to the cafe on the first floor to order food at any ti, with western options like burgers, sandwiches, pasta, and a variety of coffee and drinks readily available.
Of course, if you go to the restaurant’s late-night window, rice, stir-fry, and noodles of Chinese cuisine can be purchased there.
Fang Cheng planned to first go to both the downstairs café and restaurant, have a al at each.
Then return to his room, order by phone, and have it delivered by the staff.
This way, he should be able to roughly satisfy his hunger.
Half an hour later, Fang Cheng walked out of the restaurant, slightly satisfied, burping.
He inserted his hands into his pants pockets, leisurely strolling along a deserted corridor.
Outside the window, the moonlight spilled on the well-manicured garden of the hotel, adding so quietness and poise to this silent night, truly suited for late-night outings.
Pity there was no one to accompany him.
Fang Cheng shook his head and sighed slightly, soon arriving at the elevator lobby.
He pressed the up button, and the elevator door that was already on the first floor slowly opened.
He stepped in steadily, then pressed the number of the floor where his room was located.
Just as the elevator door was about to close, a hurried sound of ssy steps approached from afar.
Soone shouted, "Wait!"
Upon hearing the voice, Fang Cheng imdiately pressed the button to open the door.
Imdiately, two figures squeezed in hurriedly.
Fang Cheng glanced up, and saw these two people’s clothes were ragged with many damages, as if they had just been through a fierce fight.
Upon closer inspection, the breaches seed to faintly exude traces of blood.
More importantly, Fang Cheng actually knew these two individuals.
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