Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 351 - 235

Midnight.

Yuehu Hotel, all is silent.

Velvet curtains hang straight from above, their thick and dense fibers completely blocking out the moonlight.

The entire room transforms into a shadow, barely sketching the luxurious outlines of the furniture inside.

The sofa becomes a blurred shape, the crystal chandelier loses its dazzling radiance, fading into obscurity.

Fang Cheng sits cross-legged on the bed, eyes slightly closed, as if seated in the depths of the cosmic void.

A burning sensation like fire surges from the pineal gland at the center of his brow, vaguely emanating a red glow.

Outside the window, the whole of Wanghu Town has long since fallen into a deep slumber.

Occasionally, the tail lights of a plane streak across the night sky, flashing a few times before disappearing again.

In this room sealed by darkness, there’s a sense of a signal light flashing intermittently, flickering with a strange illumination.

It casts a mysterious hue over Fang Cheng’s face, half hidden in shadow, half outlined by the faint glow.

If viewed from a god’s perspective, standing from another dimension, overlooking Fang Cheng at this moment.

A layer of orange-red flame emanates from his body, constantly jumping and dancing.

The flame seems to ignite from the depths of the soul, using the dependent flesh as firewood, slowly consuming and spreading light.

Sitting upright, Fang Cheng has clearly transformed into a blazing human torch.

Around him is a vast, boundless dark void, without limits, without end, like the chaos of the universe’s birth.

It seems that all things were ruthlessly consumed by the Creator, leaving only soul-freezing dark mist and currents permeating the space.

Yet, in this dead silent void, waves of condensed consciousness appear intermittently.

They seem to come from distant interstellar spaces, pilgrims across the endless cosmos, heading towards the remaining beacon of light, seeking a faint hope.

Thus they trail long tails of light in the darkness, leaving marks of their existence.

These consciousness forms are bizarre and varied, containing chaotic, complex, and inexpressible information.

Some seem on the verge of dissipating, merging into the dark mist, while others flicker persistently, still emitting faint light.

At this moment, they appear drawn to the torch-transformed Fang Cheng in the void.

They float from every direction, like meandering threads, spiraling together, layered and surrounding.

Vaguely, they emit a rustling, noisy, and bizarre sound.

Like countless radio stations, simultaneously broadcasting diverse programs, various frequencies intertwining and interfering with one another.

Fang Cheng remains unmoved, sitting in the flames,

but this time, facing these consciousness thoughts from the outside, he chooses to accept them calmly instead of rejecting.

Every flickering flame on his body seems to be a guardian of the spirit, holding up a warm domain in this dark void.

The scattered light waves emit invisible ripples, attracting them to wriggle closer and closer, denser and denser.

Until the first "worm" reaches out with feelers, tentatively touching the layer of flame guarding Fang Cheng.

In an instant, the flames awaken an instinct, slightly trembling, quickly engulfing that "consciousness worm."

The tongues of flame lick with fervor, emitting a "sizzling" sound.

Like a ravenous beast catching sight of succulent prey, eager to feast voraciously.

That consciousness emits a spine-chilling scream under the intense fire’s heat.

Initially trembling violently with fear, like a trapped beast in a snare, trying to escape the grip of the flames, its originally blurred form becomes more distorted and scattered.

Subsequently, the mist-like consciousness is dehydrated by the high heat, condensed into an exceptionally tiny, luminescent particle.

The glowing consciousness flickers continuously, as if making one last struggle, yet is helplessly consumed by the flames bit by bit, until it completely fades and dissolves into this illuminated space.

Nourished, each flame joyfully leaps, eagerly licking the nearby "consciousness worms."

As they consume more, the initially hungry flames gradually reduce their aggression.

Beginning to adopt a more inclusive stance, enticing those consciousnesses to actively integrate, incorporating them into the circle of light.

After a brief resistance, all the external consciousness thoughts inevitably undergo thorough incineration by the flames.

Impurities, like ashes blown away by the wind, disperse into invisibility.

While the remaining essence, refined by the flames, transforms into droplets of shining light, pure as star fragments of Spiritual Energy.

These energies, attracted by some call, slowly converge toward Fang Cheng’s brow.

With each integration, a barely noticeable light flashes across his brow.

The pineal gland seems to respond, growing increasingly hot.

Fang Cheng’s face gradually turns red, with fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.

His self-awareness, amidst this spiritual feast, greedily indulges in the nourishment, continuously growing and strengthening.

His breathing becomes more calm and rhythmic, full of cadence.

With each inhalation, he seems to absorb mysterious energies from the endless darkness, drawing external essence into himself.

With each exhalation, it feels as if he expels all internal impurities and distractions, leaving only a pure mindset tempered by flames, steadily advancing toward a deeper spiritual level.

Meanwhile, in the dark void, a pale blue panel flickers with brilliant light.

A stream of notification messages swipes past his vision sequentially, following the rhythm of his breathing.