In the deepest reaches of consciousness, Fang Cheng seed to find himself amidst an endless ocean.
Surging tides ca rushing from all sides, enveloping him completely.
The place was dark beyond imagination, like the chaos before the birth of the world, with not a single ray of light able to penetrate.
Even the fla that burned there could only maintain its weak yet stubborn glow amidst the overwhelming darkness.
This was Fang Cheng’s "Spiritual Fire."
Its core fla was a deep blue, like the sea’s surface beneath the azure sky, clear and serene, encompassing all, hiding unspeakable mysteries.
Upon a closer look, a faint glimr seed to flicker.
This was the initial stirring of Spiritual Energy, symbolizing the most genuine self-awareness within Fang Cheng’s soul, transford from the purest obsessions.
Though not dazzling, it was as solid as a gem, never wavering despite the dark tides crashing upon it wave after wave, always holding firm to its original intent.
Surrounding it was the lively and leaping inner fla.
In the orange-red glow, extrely bright points of light swirled and interwove with each other.
Every collision sparked brilliant and dazzling bursts of fire.
This made the flas possess a tangible warmth, dispelling the surrounding darkness and chill.
But within the flickering shadows of the inner fla, there were so unusual golden points of light.
Compared to the red ones, their movent was noticeably faster, speeding like teors, with a more intense burning reaction.
When triggered, the light they released would instantly outshine everything around them, causing the entire fla to tower several tis higher, becoming even more brilliant and striking.
Though few in number, these golden points contained unimaginably vast energy.
They seed like the essence crystals of so mysterious substance, with a special property of acting as a fuel, providing necessary nutrients for the continuous burning of the fla.
Under their influence, the outermost, hottest fla ford a nearly transparent halo, lightly encircling the entire fla.
Facing the wave-like assault of darkness, the halo flickered violently, continually shooting out arrow-like streaks of light, tearing through layers of mist, piercing through multiple encirclents.
The blaze expanded outward with determination, carving out a bright region belonging to Fang Cheng in the darkness.
In this deep and boundless ocean, it was precisely because of the existence of the golden points of light.
The Spiritual Fire had truly beco a towering lighthouse, emitting an unprecedented brilliant glow, illuminating the lost paths deep within consciousness.
However, maintaining this powerful energy did not co without a cost.
Each intense eruption of the golden points was madly consuming the initial energy of the fla core.
The color of the fla beca extraordinarily splendid, no longer simply orange-red, but interwoven with brilliant golden patterns, occasionally shooting out dazzling silver sparks.
For the first ti, Fang Cheng "viewed" his Spiritual Fire so clearly.
A subtle ripple stirred in his heart, touching him.
Perhaps it was precisely due to this mutation that his Spiritual Energy kept over-consuming, leaving him in a state of ntal fatigue.
Though now temporarily replenished the deficit sowhat through ditation practice.
But once stopped, that deep soul fatigue would inevitably resurface, returning anew.
To completely eliminate the negative effects, he might have to remain perpetually in deep ditation, always maintaining a state of ditation.
This equates to using oneself as kindling, constantly fueling with Spiritual Power, until the fuel is exhausted.
This was obviously impractical.
After all, he was not a purely conscious entity, being closely connected to the flesh and blood present in the real world; how could he long remain subrged in ditation?
With this thought, Fang Cheng’s mind stirred subtly, gradually extending his awareness toward the surrounding space.
Using a 360-degree perspective, he observed the state of his physical body at the mont.
However, when consciousness returned to reality, Fang Cheng was startled to find himself shrouded in tangible flas.
It seed to resonate with the Spiritual Fire in his consciousness.
The red light faintly emitted from the pineal gland at his brow expanded like ripples, until his entire body exuded a soft yet intense halo.
This was not an illusion born out of past ditation practice but a truly existing phenonon.
Even the concrete ground beneath him was scorched by the high temperature, sending waves of searing heat.
Feeling his clothes about to catch fire, Fang Cheng imdiately restrained his aura, rapidly cooling down.
As this Strength seeped into the real world, it seed to affect the space he was in.
The sounds of the ocean waves and seagull cries halted abruptly; the entire room’s air felt frozen.
Dust no longer danced in the play of light, instead suspended motionless, like under an Immobilization Spell.
The sunlight streaming through the window refracted through the fla, scattering into dazzling rainbow hues that spread outwards.
The originally rough walls and exposed pipes seed to don a layer of dreamy colors under this strange light, presenting a texture that transcended reality.
The Spiritual Fire appeared to open a hidden space-ti portal, with ripples visible to the naked eye beginning to spread across the surrounding space.
Faint ancient and mysterious whispers seed to echo from the void.
Though the content was unclear, the voice’s ancient weight and depth made Fang Cheng’s soul tremble.
He could clearly sense that his connection with the external world was being reshaped.
Each breath felt like pulling on invisible threads, drawing so unknown energies and information into his body.
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