Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Chapter 1347 - 651_2

Fang Cheng was equivalent to having four pairs of eyes and four pairs of hands in that world.

Even without relying on the entrance of the ancient civilization ruins, he could use their consciousness as anchored coordinates, allowing his Spirit to directly descend into the Otherworld.

Of course, doing so might attract the attention and hostility of the local Evil God.

But Fang Cheng was completely unconcerned.

Tyranny and vitality coexisting is the true Sun Path.

Those beings lurking in dark corners will eventually become fuel for the Great Sun’s operation.

Fang Cheng leaned against the throne, his knuckles tapping on the golden armrest with a crisp sound.

Feeling proud and ambitious, his gaze slowly swept across the scattered stars on the dome.

Besides the dark red stellar cluster of the Otherworld, the stars representing Believers of this world also emitted a more refined glow than usual.

This included Wang Li, a new member recently absorbed into the Illuminati, and many spectators who had witnessed Fang Cheng’s powerful image.

Though they were ordinary people, they already regarded him as a being comparable to God, the sole redemption.

Even without Extraordinary Ability, this collective subconscious convergence still provided a highly stable foundational energy for the Sun Heart Net, adding a substantial texture to the originally illusory star map.

Fang Cheng scrutinized for a moment, calming his thoughts, ready to exit the Inner World.

An unusual wave suddenly originated from the other end of the starry dome.

His heart stirred slightly, lifting his eyes to observe.

He saw a star, originally faint, now flashing rapidly at a very high frequency.

The light flickered, akin to a candle in the wind, seemingly about to extinguish in the Void at any moment.

Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed as he recognized the coordinate.

It’s Cheng Jiashu.

The dazzling superstar in the entertainment industry, who once fought alongside him against Noah Organization’s "Murderer."

Previously, Fang Cheng hadn’t formally established a Spiritual Link with him.

Partly because Cheng Jiashu was independent, with a highly alert nature and a tightly defensively subconsciousness.

On the other hand, the bloodline source behind him concealed some dangerous mysterious existence.

Touching rashly could easily trigger a backlash, causing spiritual counter-phasing.

But now, this flashing frequency indicated Cheng Jiashu was already facing fatal danger.

Fang Cheng could clearly perceive now, his consciousness was on the brink of collapse.

Though this guy’s style was mysterious, often speaking with a sense of aimless leisure.

Yet, Fang Cheng’s perception of him was quite positive.

It’s fair to say Cheng Jiashu was not just a comrade but also the guide leading him to truly step into the mutant circle, glimpsing the iceberg of the Dark World.

Now that he was in danger, Fang Cheng naturally couldn’t choose to stand by idly.

Fang Cheng pondered briefly, then instantly stood up from the throne.

He no longer cared about the resistance within the other’s subconscious.

The Sun Heart Net buzzed resonantly, reactivating at full power.

The Great Sun rotated with a resounding boom, emitting dazzling golden light.

An extremely concentrated will transformed instantly into a golden arrow, piercing through the Dark Void, shooting towards the frantically flickering star.

Unexpectedly, this time the arrow collided with the star, encountering almost no resistance.

Cheng Jiashu’s spiritual defenses were extraordinarily weakened, with his tightly subconscious barrier appearing with many cracks.

Fang Cheng’s consciousness penetrated smoothly, following the thread of vitality, forcibly squeezing into the other’s Sea of Consciousness.

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"Whoosh——"

Strong gusts whistled fiercely, directly confronting his face.

A biting chill attempted to seep into the body through the skin pores.

Fang Cheng opened his eyes and looked around.

Dense gray fog rolled beside him.

The fog carried heavy moisture, sticking to clothes and forming droplets.

This made the view severely obstructed.

Even with Fang Cheng’s formidable spiritual power, he could barely discern the scenery within dozens of meters in front.

Underfoot was a rugged mountain path, with loose stones pressing against the soles of his shoes, twisted dead trees on both sides.

Withered branches clawed towards the sky like ghostly claws, and when the wind blew, the dead wood collided, producing a creaking eerie sound.

"What is this?"

Fang Cheng frowned secretly, scanning the surroundings, his doubts soaring to the extreme.

This was definitely not a scene from the real world, it felt more like a forcibly implanted nightmare.

His nostrils twitched slightly, sniffing the air.

Besides the musty odor of decaying leaves, there was a faint smell of blood lingering in the air.

Just then, a cacophony of shouts and battle cries pierced through the dense fog, reaching the ears.

A flickering firelight could be seen through the mist on the hillside to the upper right.

It seemed that a large group of people were engaged in a fight in the distance.

Fang Cheng did not hesitate; he immediately started forward, stepping on the fallen leaves, and headed towards the light and sounds with large strides.

At the end of the mountain path stood a large ancient temple compound.

At this moment, the ancient temple was under a destructive assault.

In the air, the sound of arrows whizzing through was endless.

Hundreds of arrows, with fire-starters tied to their tails, pierced through the grey mist and dragged long fiery trails as they fell into the temple.

Tongues of flame instantly licked up the dry wooden brackets, burning the tiles of the intertwined eaves red.

"Charge!"

A coarse shout erupted.

A dozen ancient soldiers in heavy armor collectively hefted a thick battering ram and slammed it into the vermillion temple gates.

With an ear-splitting crash, the thick, copper-clad gates shattered violently, and splinters flew in all directions.

The soldiers surged into the temple, like bloodthirsty wolves, wielding gleaming steel blades, stepping over the broken planks of the gate.

Fang Cheng followed the army expressionlessly, stepping over the threshold and into the chaotic battleground.

His gaze quickly swept across the courtyard engulfed in flames, trying to find a glimpse of Cheng Jiashu.

But apart from the frenzied soldiers and monks awaiting slaughter, there was no trace of his target.

Blood quickly spread over the blue-bricked courtyard.

A few young novice monks were forced into a corner, kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Soldiers raised their blades, warm blood spurted forth, instantly dyeing the grey robes bright red.

Headless bodies twitched as they fell, collapsing into the pool of blood.

In a side hall, a few soldiers collectively pulled down a clay statue of Vajra from the offering platform.

The Buddha statue hit the ground heavily, shattering into countless fragments.

The soldiers grinned as they dragged a monk hiding under the shrine out and hacked him to death with wanton blows.

Fang Cheng stepped through the slippery blood, avoiding the collapsing burning pillars, and walked directly to the front of the Great Hall.

In the open space outside the hall, hundreds of crossbowmen drew their bows fully, surrounding the hall completely.

Inside the hall, a tall gilt Buddha statue looked down with lowered eyes, overseeing the slaughter below.

On a cushion in front of the statue, sat an old monk in a bright red robe.

His eyes were half-closed, his fingers twirling a string of blackened Bodhi Buddha Beads, his mouth incessantly chanting scriptures.

Though his face was haggard and his beard entirely white, he exuded an unusual calm amidst the chaos of war.

Behind the old monk, a group of monks sat cross-legged.

They too had their hands clasped together, eyes tightly shut.

But their trembling shoulders and the cold sweat on their brows exposed the fear they were desperately suppressing.

"Thud, thud, thud..."

The sound of horse hooves shattered the deathly silence before the temple, iron hooves heavily striking the bluestone tiles.

A burly general rode a heavily armored warhorse, slowly emerging from the path cleared by the soldiers, directly entering the Great Hall.

He wore a Beast Devouring Linked Armor, dark red blood dripping from the seams of the armor.

He held a fine iron long halberd, its blade reflecting a chilling cold light in the fire.

The general yanked the reins sharply, his warhorse snorted, stopping before the cushion.

He looked down from above at the old monk, his voice resonant like a great bell:

"Master Konghai, I’ll give you one last chance. Hand over the Buddhist Secret Treasure, and I will decide to spare the lives of you bald donkeys."

The old monk paused his finger on the Buddha Beads.

He slowly opened his eyes, gaze calm as he looked at the general on horseback, clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly:

"Amitabha Buddha. Goodness, goodness. Our temple has nothing of worth, only these few frail bodies. If the general wants them, take them."

"Old bald donkey, courting death!"

The general flew into a rage, veins bulging on his forehead, and vigorously swung his long halberd:

"Kill them all! Leave no stone unturned to find the secret treasure the emperor tasked me with uncovering!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers around shouted fiercely in unison, gripping their steel knives, ready to advance and kill.

At this moment, a soldier holding a spear turned around and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He glanced at Fang Cheng, standing at the edge of the courtyard, his attire bizarre to the extreme.

The soldier lowered his brow, raising his spear to Fang Cheng’s chest, and shouted sharply:

"Who are you? Why have you intruded here without permission?!"