Fang Cheng gazed at the flas, his eyes reflecting the flickering golden specks.
Within the interplay of light and shadow, one could perceive that the flas were not rely consuming.
They were like a finely woven net, absorbing strands of information and stray energy from the outside world.
Simultaneously, through the act of burning, they purified all possible impurities that might interfere with themselves.
"This feeling..."
Fang Cheng had a flash of insight, suddenly realizing.
Isn’t this the very Spiritual Technique he had once tried, used to purify foreign ’distracting thoughts’?
Back then, he practiced within the mory Palace, but now he was simply practicing ditation.
Upon realizing this, Fang Cheng imdiately summoned a panel.
Dim blue lights flashed before his eyes, with lines of prompt ssages passing by one after another.
[You are absorbing foreign consciousness, condensing self-awareness, Spirit increases by 0.001]
[Your degree of integration with a certain Spirituality is gradually increasing, Spirit increases by 0.001]
[You are practicing the ditation Skill, experience increases by 1]
[You are absorbing foreign consciousness, condensing self-awareness, Spirit increases by 0.001]
[Your degree of integration with a certain Spirituality is gradually increasing, Spirit increases by 0.001]
.........
Fang Cheng’s eyes flickered slightly, looking at the panel information floating in the air.
Then he closed his eyelids, calming his mind.
The surrounding space rippled like the surface of a lake brushed by a breeze, seemingly resonating with a dinsion hidden in the abyss.
When he opened his eyes again, his gaze swept around.
What ca into view was no longer the rough, unfinished room but his own bedroom far away on Jiangbei Old Factory Street.
The familiar walls, the old desk piled with books, everything felt tangibly real.
After a brief mont of daze, Fang Cheng’s eyes instantly beca sharp, with flas faintly flickering deep in his pupils.
He imdiately got out of bed, stepping barefoot onto the floor, and quickly walked towards the "door" that connected to the outside world.
With a click, he grasped the doorknob with his fingertips and gently twisted it.
The tightly closed wooden door creaked as it slowly opened.
Behind the door was pitch black, as if shrouded tightly by a heavy black curtain.
The scene before him seed identical to when he last left.
But Fang Cheng acutely sensed that the boundaries of this space had subtly expanded, making it appear even emptier.
Moreover, in the very center of the darkness, a golden orb prominently appeared.
It floated quietly, its light as faint as a candle fla, yet it seed to possess the power to penetrate chaos, vaguely illuminating a small space.
Tiny light patterns flowed across the orb’s surface, like ancient runes slowly moving.
At tis gathering into a vortex, at tis scattering like a star cluster.
Each flicker of the light patterns sent out a ripple of transparency, emitting a faint trembling sound.
Causing Fang Cheng’s consciousness to involuntarily tremble slightly, as if there was a very close connection between the two.
At the sa ti, outside the mory Palace, a powerful suction force suddenly erged, like a black hole pulling everything around it.
The thought waves attracted by the fla’s radiance swirled in a vortex, spinning rapidly around the halo.
Under the pull of the Invisible Power, they were drawn in one by one, beginning the process of refinent and purification.
Fang Cheng could clearly see the entire purification process.
Those foreign consciousnesses twisted and deford under the scorching of the Spiritual Fire, the impurities evaporating like blue smoke.
Ultimately transforming into droplets of glowing, pure Spiritual Energy, akin to star fragnts.
Part of this energy rged into the mory Palace, causing its boundaries to expand outward like a rising tide, while another part transford into flowing light, rging with the golden orb.
Each energy infusion made the light patterns on the orb’s surface even clearer, with the flowing light thus strengthened, expanding the illuminated space outward inch by inch.
Accumulating enough power to tear through space, intending to completely illuminate the mory Palace shrouded in darkness.
It was like a lighthouse piercing through the mist in a silent night, or the sun hidden in the darkness before dawn, awaiting the mont to burst forth and reshape this Chaos Realm with its radiance.
Watching this strange scene, Fang Cheng’s thoughts surged.
The golden orb before him was almost identical to the one condensed by the array in the underground vault at the Lu Family Manor last night.
The only difference was that its size had shrunk significantly, and its light had faded a lot.
As if severely injured, it lurked in the mory Palace he had constructed.
Fang Cheng recalled the scene when he shattered the Golden Benba Bottle with a punch.
The pure gold bottle instantly fragnted, the absorbed vital essence and sealed energy turning into a blood mist that scattered everywhere.
Only a golden light burst out from within, pouncing into his brow like a spiritual snake.
It seems to have secretly parasitized deep in his consciousness from that mont.
Then, during the process of absorbing the blood rain, it completed so level of fusion with him.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng stepped forward and tentatively reached out to touch the orb.
At the mont of contact, a warmth spread along the nerve endings, as if lding with his consciousness in an intimate embrace.
Fang Cheng closed his eyes, carefully sensing the resonance of tremors between himself and the golden orb, suddenly gaining insight.
This golden light was actually the spiritual essence nurtured and nourished by the Golden Benba Bottle over two thousand years.
It is said that the older, the better, especially such a legendary Saint Relic.
After the bottle was shattered, it sought a new vessel, inexplicably choosing his body.
In other words, he had now beco the new "bottle" of the Golden Benba Bottle.
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