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Chapter 405 Memory Palace Plus Spatial Ability, Is There Any Potential?

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

What kind of terrifying biological specimen could distort the real world and create such a vast alternate dimension?
Zhou Liang and his team members worked in the special search team and had access to many classified files involving supernatural forces.

At this moment, all sorts of bizarre speculations were churning in their minds.

"Could it be the remains of an ancient behemoth buried beneath the glacier?"

Xiao Jie muttered to himself:

"Like some mythical creatures in legends, even if they only have an eyeball left, they still possess godlike power?"

"It could also be a biotechnology device from an alien civilization."

Ali swallowed hard, trying to remain calm as he analyzed the situation:
"It came to Earth during the Great Flood, specifically to terraform the planet's environment, but it went out of control and was abandoned on the snowy plateau."

Fang Cheng did not participate in these far-fetched discussions.

He just remembered the "Golden Bamba Bottle" from which he had absorbed spiritual energy.

The Lu family used that Buddhist relic as the core of the array to create an inner world in Misty Mountain, trapping many treasure hunters.

Afterwards, the Golden Benba Bottle was shattered by his own punch, and the formation was destroyed.

As a result, the inner world lost its energy transmission hub and gradually dissipated, allowing everyone to escape successfully.

Comparing the two.

Aside from the spirituality and crimson energy it contains, the Golden Bamba Bottle is merely an inanimate object.

The "red eyes" that Cheng Jiashu mentioned sounded like a living, breathing creature.

Currently trapped here, everyone is brainstorming and trying to find a way to break out of the current predicament.

"Whatever that eyeball is, our primary goal is to first identify where the source is, and then find a way to leave Noah's Ark from the source."

Ayang, who had a similar experience, analyzed:

"The scope of this world is still expanding, and the fog is getting thicker and thicker. If we delay any longer, we may really never be able to get out."

His face appeared particularly solemn against the backdrop of the gray fog.

Cheng Jiashu nodded in agreement.

Then, an even more disturbing piece of information was added:
"During my escape from the 87th floor, I felt a powerful spiritual consciousness monitoring the entire building. Every time I jumped through space, it seemed to be being tracked by it."

"I suspect it's a hidden mental ability user from the Noah organization. His location might be very close to the source, or even... the formation of this inner world is inextricably linked to him."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent once again.

A bizarre space that is constantly expanding, and a mysterious and powerful enemy lurking in the shadows.

Their situation was no different from being trapped in a hunting ground.

We must be wary of both the treacherous environment and the unknown hunters.

The surrounding fog was getting thicker, and the air was filled with the smell of rust and decay.

Deep within the fog, the monsters that Fang Cheng had just driven back seemed to have forgotten their fear.

Pairs of eyes, gleaming with an eerie light, lit up again, greedily staring at this "isolated island" where humans had gathered.

Ali unconsciously gripped the submachine gun in his hand, and Xiao Jie's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

The two instinctively huddled close to Fang Cheng, seeking a sense of security.

Then, as if realizing something, her body stiffened, and she quietly took half a step back to maintain a slight distance.

"Just like Ah Yang said, if you want to leave here, you have to understand its rules first."

Cheng Jiashu coughed lightly, drawing everyone's attention back to him, and then presented his idea.

"The so-called inner world is essentially a mental space that is highly similar to reality. Its most distinctive feature is the omnipresent fog."

His elegant and composed star quality seemed unaffected by the environment, and he spoke fluently and confidently.

"This fog is a 'dimensional erosion' phenomenon formed by the mixture of highly concentrated spiritual energy and real material particles. It will continuously devour reality until it completely transforms the void spiritual world into a distorted new world."

"All the monsters that appear here can be said to be projections of the highest consciousness of this world."

"Any person or thing covered by the gray fog will be pulled into it, eventually becoming a part of this world, assimilated by it, and never able to leave."

At this point, Cheng Jiashu looked at everyone, his tone becoming more serious:
"Therefore, the most direct and effective way to break free is to cut off the source, find the core of how this world works, and then destroy it."

"In theory, once the core is destroyed, the entire inner world will begin to disintegrate, and the areas swallowed by the gray fog will gradually return to their original state."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Cheng Jiashu's idea coincided with his own.

Born into a declining aristocratic family, he was quite knowledgeable and clearly had a great deal of knowledge about these secrets.

"Based on the information we have now, that red eyeball should be the core of this world, but..."

Cheng Jiashu changed the subject:
"As the core, it must have a very strong self-protection mechanism. It is usually located in a place that ordinary people cannot reach, and it is guarded by a large number of monsters. It is not easy to get your hands on it."

As he spoke, he looked at Fang Cheng and Zhou Liang:

“You’ve already tried it before. Going through the fog at the end of the 86th floor only brings you back to the starting point; you can’t reach the 87th floor at all.”

"As for me……"

A hint of lingering fear appeared on Cheng Jiashu's face:

"When I entered the laboratory on the 87th floor and saw that eyeball, I didn't dare to look at it a second time."

"My head was buzzing, as if countless people were calling my name at the same time. I had a terrifying feeling of my soul leaving my body."

"Moreover, inside, my mental perception was greatly suppressed, as if I were locked in a thick lead wall, completely unable to contact the anchor point outside the building, and could only make short-distance travel."

At this point, Cheng Jiashu looked at Fang Cheng and said frankly:

"If I hadn't sensed your fluctuations in consciousness, cousin, and seized that moment of connection as an anchor point, I would never have escaped the 87th floor, arrived here, and reunited with you."

After listening, Zhou Liang frowned:

"That means going back to the 87th floor to destroy that eyeball is not very realistic."

"That's how it is at the moment."

Cheng Jiashu nodded, then added:
"Of course, there is a second way."

"We can try to find that psychic who is hiding in the shadows."

"You have to understand that the formation of the Inner World is not something that happens overnight. If the Noah Organization is the mastermind behind it, they must have prepared safe access routes for themselves."

"Once I can pinpoint the psychic who is secretly monitoring me, I might be able to use him as a new 'anchor point,' jump directly to his side, grab him, and force him to reveal how to leave."

Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow slightly, and an idea suddenly came to mind.

"But strangely, just as I arrived here, that consciousness suddenly disappeared. I don't know what happened."

Cheng Jiashu paused, then smoothed the stray hairs from his forehead with a hint of distress:
"If this method doesn't work, then we'll have to resort to the last, clumsy method."

His gaze swept across the entire room, finally settling on Fang Cheng.

"This inner world has only recently been formed, its foundation is unstable, and its carrying capacity is limited, like a giant beast that has eaten too much and cannot digest it in time."

"If we create enough commotion and cause large-scale destruction here, as long as it exceeds its tolerance limit, it is very likely that it will actively spit out us 'toxic substances' in order to maintain its own stable order."

This simple and straightforward plan caught the attention of Ali and the others.

But upon further reflection, I felt somewhat conflicted.

To make this world feel pain and be ravaged, how much destructive power would that require? Everyone's hearts stirred, and their eyes all turned to Fang Cheng, who had previously displayed his berserk combat power.

Perhaps only a monster with fists like bombers could achieve that level of power?
Fang Cheng paid no attention to the gazes of the crowd, his scarlet eyes flickering slightly behind his mask.

He then spoke, his voice low, asking Cheng Jiashu:
"You mean, the 87th floor is like the heart of the other world, separating the bottom and top of the building and forming a relatively independent space?"

Cheng Jiashu nodded:
"You're right to understand it that way."

Fang Cheng then asked him directly:
"Can you use your ability to take me to the top-floor conference room now?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jiashu shrugged.

"If you can provide a suitable anchor point, perhaps you could give it a try."

"To establish a spiritual connection?"

Fang Cheng recalled the strange feeling he had when Cheng Jiashu came to his side through the "black hole vortex" and had a vague guess.

After a moment's thought, I inquired carefully:
What specific conditions are required?

"Before I can use my abilities, I must see a real-time scene at the top level in order to accurately locate and complete the spatial jump."

Cheng Jiashu stared at him, making no attempt to hide anything:

"Or, there is someone I know and can connect with on a spiritual level there, acting as a living coordinate."

Fang Cheng's gaze swept over Cui Xiuying:
"Is she one of your anchors?"

Cheng Jiashu nodded in agreement.

Fang Cheng then asked:
"When you were on the 87th floor, you were able to sense my consciousness and use me as an anchor?"

"Correct."

How clear was the feeling?

Cheng Jiashu was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then replied earnestly:
"Most of the time, you are surrounded by thick, dark fog, unable to see anything, and your consciousness is like a faint firefly in the distance."

"But occasionally, from a certain angle, the light can suddenly become as dazzling and eye-catching as a lighthouse."

"I only need to catch that one moment of light to pinpoint your location."

Listening to the seemingly cryptic conversation between the two "cousins," Zhou Liang and the others were completely bewildered.

Fang Cheng pondered for a moment, then explained the situation:
"Before the incident, a meeting of the organization's executives was being held on the top floor of the Noah Building. Among them was a friend of mine, and there was a deep spiritual bond between us."

Fang Cheng looked intently at Cheng Jiashu and proposed a completely new plan:

“Perhaps we can join forces. I will act as the medium through which you unleash your abilities, and you will lock onto the target and traverse space.”

"As long as we can successfully reach the top and control the high-ranking officials of the Noah organization, we should be able to find a way out."

"Or, as you said, we could capture that psychic hiding in the shadows and torture him severely."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jiashu's eyes lit up:
"This is a good idea."

He then rubbed his temples, a look of fatigue on his face:
"However, I used my abilities frequently just now, which has greatly depleted my mental energy. I need to rest for a while."

"It's alright, you rest first, I'll protect you."

Fang Cheng readily agreed.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, cousin."

Cheng Jiashu didn't stand on ceremony, his eyes filled with trust as he looked at Fang Cheng.

He then sat down on the ground, closed his eyes slightly, and actually began to meditate in this place, conserving his energy.

Fang Cheng didn't say anything more. He silently walked to the front of the crowd, crossed his arms, and leaned against a pillar in the office hall.

Behind the mask, a pair of scarlet eyes scanned the surrounding thick fog, like a silent gatekeeper.

Strangely, after he stood still, the roars of the monsters hidden deep in the gray fog, which were stirring restlessly, gradually subsided.

It was as if an invisible barrier of pressure was driving away all malice to a safe distance, preventing them from daring to cross the line.

Seeing this, Zhou Liang and the others, though not fully aware of the details, knew that the two big shots must have found hope of getting out, and their hearts were filled with excitement.

They dared not stray too far, sitting down around Cheng Jiashu and Fang Cheng, gripping their submachine guns tightly.

While keeping watch, they also took the time to recover their strength.

Choi Soo-young finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to take care of Majima Goro, who was still unconscious.

The security guard also calmed down a bit and no longer seemed so panicked.

At this moment, an eerie tranquility appeared in this chaotic and dangerous floor.

Fang Cheng appeared to be on guard, but in reality, he was rapidly refining his plan in his mind.

The solution he and Cheng Jiashu discussed was actually not complicated.

The core lies in utilizing two unique abilities: "psychic resonance" and "memory palace".

In other words, by establishing a unique mental link through the memory palace, Cheng Jiashu can track the anchor point and guide the direction of his spatial travel.

Spiritual connections can be maintained not only between two people, but also among multiple people, sharing perspectives and exchanging information.

That night in Misty Mountain, the professor had used a similar ability to establish a consciousness channel for multi-person communication.

Fang Cheng was deeply impressed by that highly efficient and collaborative way of doing things.

If he could successfully connect with Xu Hao, even for just a moment, the scene he saw would be the same as what Cheng Jiashu saw.

In this process, I will become Cheng Jiashu's "eyes".

The only problem was that the mental link I had tried to establish with Xu Hao was extremely unstable and the signal was very weak.

However, since Cheng Jiashu could sense his own consciousness fluctuations even in the core area of ​​the 87th floor, thus transcending spatial limitations...

Perhaps he has a special skill that allows him to capture and amplify that tiny glimmer of light in the endless darkness of the world of consciousness.

Even if that doesn't work, I can still use my memory palace to provide Cheng Jiashu with a massive amount of mental energy, forcing him to unleash an overload burst.

In short, it's worth a try.

If we fail, we can always resort to the dumbest method Cheng Jia suggested.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he focused his attention on the few notification messages that appeared in front of him.

[Qigong Experience +15]

Boxing Experience +20

[Sanda Experience +20]

[Palm Technique Experience +30]

These experiences were gained during the battle with those monsters in the gray fog.

Fang Cheng's gaze swept across each line, finally landing on the last line, watching the skill progress bar that was about to be filled.

【Palm Technique Lv0 (95/100)】

5 o'clock to go...

Fang Cheng slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking crisply.

A burning killing intent emanated from him.

Not far away, a few faint lights that had just appeared in the gray fog suddenly trembled, then hurriedly went out and disappeared into the deeper darkness.

(End of this chapter)