It’s just right to calm down and study, work, or lie in bed for a lazy sleep.
But for a Spiritual Ability User with exceptionally sharp senses, the sound of rain outside is like countless mosquitoes buzzing around the ears, as if trying to drive one insane.
For those whose hearts are not resilient enough, sitting ditation in such an environnt is a severe challenge, akin to a sensory torture.
Fang Cheng’s heart was as calm as still water at this mont, having long adapted to this state.
Instead, he used this environnt to temper his spirit amidst the overwhelming noise, entering the ditation State more quickly.
He skillfully filtered out those aningless noises, letting them flow at the edge of his Consciousness without disturbing the inner peace.
His breathing beca long and steady, and the slightly rapid heartbeat from the intense morning exercise gradually returned to normal.
His Consciousness slowly sank into a clear and bright realm, as if diving into an endless deep sea.
All the outside noise seed to have receded like the tide, quietly fading away.
In the darkness, spiritual power was highly concentrated, eventually transforming into a wisp of crimson-gold Spiritual Fire burning quietly in the sea of Consciousness.
The fla’s light was gentle and bright, illuminating the entire "Spiritual Body" transparently.
Fang Cheng observed himself, sensing every subtle change inside his body, repairing the muscle fatigue and energy loss caused by high-intensity exercise.
At the sa ti, he also continuously honed his Spirit Attribute, which was as high as 50 points, making it more condensed, pure, and keen.
Ti seed to have lost its aning and ca to a complete standstill at this mont.
Unaware of how much ti had passed, just as Fang Cheng was imrsed in this deep ditation State, an abrupt change occurred.
Suddenly, countless fragntary voices surged in from all directions, as if countless people were whispering at his ears.
Imdiately, blurry images flashed in his mind like quickly edited movie scenes, fleeting in and out.
There were old faces, innocent children, weary middle-aged n, and young won chatting and laughing.
Their faces were vague, and the voices were noisy and chaotic, converging into an indistinguishable torrent, impacting Fang Cheng’s self-awareness.
These illusions and hallucinations were more complex and variable than the situation encountered last ti at Lingquan Temple during ditation training.
That ti, it was mainly affected by the temple’s religious atmosphere and the spiritual imprints hidden in the Golden Benba Bottle, thus manifesting in the chanting of sutras and the fierce Demon God Vajra.
But this ti, the voices and images were closer to ordinary people’s daily lives, trivial and vast.
Fang Cheng furrowed his brows slightly but did not, as before, use the ability of the "Heart of Steel" to resist these ntal interferences.
Instead, he chose to stay calm, listen carefully, and look intently.
Gradually, those fuzzy voices and images began to beco clear.
"Xiao Bao, still watching cartoons? Have you finished your howork? Your dad is driving ho today to check."
A woman with an apron was busy in the kitchen, her voice slightly tired.
In the living room, a television screen ca into view.
A bald little boy was lying on the coffee table, slowly pulling out a howork book from his backpack.
"Brother Wang, when will that batch of goods we talked about last week arrive? The client is pressing hard."
A slightly slick male voice, with a hint of flattery.
The scene then switched to a dimly lit warehouse, where several tattooed n were playing cards around a table, surrounded by smoke.
"Doctor, is there hope for my leg? I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair!"
A voice with a sob, filled with despair.
The scene changed again to a hospital room, where a plump man who seed to have been in a car accident lay on a hospital bed.
Beside him stood several doctors and nurses in white coats, looking solemn.
These were very ordinary, fragnts of life belonging to ordinary people.
At this mont, however, they surged into the mind like a tide, continuously playing in the Spiritual World.
Fang Cheng knew that these were not real hallucinations.
But rather the fragnts of information unconsciously emitted by individuals with whom he had established a Spiritual Link, transmitted through an invisible spiritual connection.
This is precisely a manifestation of the "Spiritual Resonance" ability in an unconscious state.
Fang Cheng took a deep breath, and the Spiritual Fire in the sea of Consciousness flickered intensely.
Then, it quickly stabilized.
Fang Cheng began trying to use his spiritual power, to sort through this chaotic information.
Like panning for gold, sifting out those weak and pure "Spiritual Energy" from the ssy sand and gravel.
This process was not easy and required imnse patience and concentration.
Those external Consciousness fragnts were mixed with various emotions—
Joy, sadness, anger, anxiety, fear...
They tried to disturb the mind, even attempting to invade Consciousness.
But Fang Cheng’s Spiritual Fire, having been tempered many tis, had already beco quite pure and strong.
The fla gently flickered, burning and purifying those negative emotions and chaotic awareness that tried to invade, one by one.
Leaving only the most primal, absorbable Spiritual Energy.
As this process gradually continued, Fang Cheng felt the Spiritual Fire slowly but steadily growing stronger.
The color of the fla deepened, and the light beca brighter, faintly showing signs of evolving into a more advanced form.
On the panel, lines of prompt ssages appeared in succession.
[You practice the ditation Skill, experience 1]
[You are absorbing external Consciousness, condensing self-awareness, Spirit 0.001]
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