The practice of visualization is different from previous ditation.
As he enters a deep state of visualization, his consciousness does not sink into emptiness but crosses the boundary between material and spirit.
It feels as if he’s broken free from the constraints of his body, soaring instantly and transforming into a brilliant Great Sun suspended high in the sky.
From this vantage point, the Inner World is completely visible beneath him.
This island, suspended alone in the dark void, appears sowhat desolate even when bathed in sunlight.
In the center of the island, a majestic golden palace stands alone.
In the northwest corner, there is the abandoned ntal hospital used for training.
Besides these, there is only a miniature mountain range barely a few hundred ters tall and a river stretching several kiloters.
The entire world lacks sufficient detail and vitality.
Fang Cheng’s gaze swept across, and a thought moved in his heart.
The flat ground on the east side of the island began to rumble, and the earth started churning.
Several smoothly contoured hills rose from the ground, adding so undulation to the monotonous terrain.
Then, a few wide roads appeared out of thin air, gradually extending from the foot of the palace, traversing in every direction across the island.
In the area flattened around the palace, with a flash of light, black floor tiles laid themselves down.
Soon, a grand central plaza with imposing montum was ford.
In the center, water from the fountain shot skyward, surrounded by many exquisitely designed statues and magnificent arches.
Fang Cheng delighted in remodeling his world, as if playing a highly open-ended sandbox ga.
He didn’t know how much ti passed when a gentle voice seed to co from the edge of the sky, piercing the barrier of the spirit, drifting into his ear.
"Chengcheng, co down for dinner..."
It was the voice of his mother calling from downstairs.
Fang Cheng opened his eyes, a golden light flashed briefly in the depths of his pupils.
Through the gap in the curtains, a sliver of orange twilight slipped in, casting a shallow beam of light on the dark floor.
Unknowingly, it was already evening.
A ssage appeared on the faintly glowing panel in front of him.
[Visualization Experience 3]
[Visualization Level 3 (42/1000)]
Fang Cheng felt the slight growth of his spiritual power, lost in thought.
As Ma Jianguo said, visualization and ditation are indeed two different paths.
The core of ditation is "maintaining stillness," clearing away distractions, experiencing emptiness, and passively accepting.
The essence of visualization, on the other hand, is "dynamic," with one’s will leading the way, actively constructing, creating, and influencing the Spiritual World.
Every ti he uses his mind to remodel the Inner World, it’s an active application of spiritual power and a honing of his own will.
Like the previous construction of the ntal hospital replica, allowing Xiao Shuai and Xu Hao to train inside, it brought him considerable experience.
Fang Cheng stretched his long-seated muscles and then stood up to go downstairs.
The dining room was brightly lit, with dishes already set on the table.
A few simple stir-fried dishes, a plate of green Qingming cakes, and a few pieces of snow-white sticky rice cakes.
There was also a pot of steaming fresh shrimp tofu soup, its savory aroma wafting through the air.
"Have you washed your face? Sit down quickly, it’s just out of the pot."
Li Biyun handed over a pair of chopsticks, thinking her son had tired from morning exercises and was napping in his room in the afternoon.
Li Zhenhua was already seated, picking up a Qingming cake, chewing slowly, and remarked:
"This flavor is still the best. I wonder if your uncle can taste it this year."
"He used to love this the most, but who knows what he’s busy with down south, not back for so long."
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