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Chapter 503 Snatching Food from a Mysterious Being

The clamor of reality recedes like the tide.

Fang Cheng's soul once again transformed into a blazing sun, hanging high in the sky above the inner world.

Looking down from above, the island beneath your feet is no longer the barren place it was when it was first born.

After more than a week of nourishment, the continuous spiritual rain had stopped, but the vitality it left behind was becoming increasingly abundant.

The once sparse grassland now covers the plain like a green carpet.

The pine seedlings on the hillside sprouted new branches, swaying gently in the breeze.

The meandering river has widened, reflecting shimmering light under the sun, like a flowing silver ribbon embracing the entire island.

Fang Cheng's gaze swept over them.

It then slowly descended from the sky, transforming into a humanoid entity, and strolled in the magnificent plaza in the center of the island.

The black floor tiles beneath his feet were as smooth as a mirror, reflecting his figure.

In the well-arranged fountain pools all around, water jets continuously gush and fall, splashing up countless crystal-clear water droplets.

Several sculptures, not yet fully sculpted, stand quietly beside the flowerbed. Although their features are blurred, they exude an ancient and mysterious charm.

Crossing the square, you'll find the majestic, towering golden palace.

Fang Cheng climbed the steps and pushed open the heavy palace door that required looking up.

"boom--"

With a muffled thud like thunder, the door slowly opened.

Inside the hall, hundreds of massive stone pillars support an arched ceiling that is over ninety meters high.

The intricate stained-glass windows on both sides filter the sunlight into colorful beams.

Like dreamy ribbons, they intertwined and danced in the spacious hall.

Fang Cheng did not linger. His gaze passed through the long red carpet and went straight to the high golden throne at the end of the hall.

He walked step by step to the top, turned around, and sat down calmly.

The moment my fingers touched the cold handrail, a sense of omniscience and omnipotence filled my heart.

Fang Cheng slowly raised his head and looked up at the vast starry sky above the main hall.

Countless points of light twinkled silently in the deep darkness, like dazzling stars.

Each star represents a "believer" with whom he has established a spiritual connection.

And in the very center of this starry sky, a most dazzling golden light floats.

Its size is dozens of times larger than any of the surrounding stars, like an eternal sun, reigning over this spiritual universe.

At the very core of that intensely burning flame, a golden pupil faintly appeared, indifferent yet majestic.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a golden light flickered deep within his pupils.

Since the inner world came back to life, the golden pupil floating in the center of the dome seems to have acquired an indescribable spirituality.

It no longer merely coldly monitors, but rather, as if it has come to life, it can perceive the emotional fluctuations behind those points of light with greater subtlety.

Whenever that pupil blinks, an invisible energy pulse spreads out.

All the points of light on the entire dome resonated and twinkled in unison.

In this process, the connections between them seem to become closer, forming a wonderful and harmonious rhythm.

At the same time, Fang Cheng, sitting on the throne, could clearly see a corner of the mental world of all the Linkers.

In his field of vision, it was as if hundreds of television screens were turned on at once.

Information from the five senses—sound, images, smells, touch, etc.—from various links flooded into my consciousness like a torrent.

In the blink of an eye, it was processed in an orderly manner on the solar plexus network, just like a strictly running program, without any sense of chaos.

Of course, this state of overload consumes an extremely high amount of mental energy.

Perhaps only a true god can maintain this omniscient perspective all the time and without discrimination.

Fang Cheng composed himself and scanned the edge of the starry sky.

There, there were two extremely faint, barely visible points of light.

They are like the morning star about to disappear at dawn, yet they blink at a strange frequency, conveying some kind of cryptic signal.

That represents the coordinates of Lin Chuqiao and Ye Zhiren's consciousness.

Fang Cheng's mind stirred slightly as he recalled that he had previously tried various ways to utilize the "mind resonance" skill.

Aside from Wen Xin, who was a special case, he could only establish a spiritual connection with ordinary believers at first, and perceive their emotions and experiences.

Later, he figured out the "Great Sun Burning Body Technique" and successfully brought in Xiao Sa and Xu Hao, two half-baked guys.

However, when faced with extraordinary individuals possessing special abilities, he was never able to break through that invisible barrier.

Let alone successfully summoning the other party into one's inner world, even establishing a stable connection channel is difficult.

Although Lin Chuqiao is not an extraordinary person, she possesses the bloodline of a noble family and has awakened a rare "precognitive" talent.

This means that deep in her subconscious, she had already been marked by her family.

Perhaps it is the ancestral spirit of the Pan family, or perhaps it is some kind of soul contract.

Ye Zhiren is a well-established S-class mental superhuman with his own mental mystic realm.

His power source must be connected to some vast and mysterious unknown entity, and his consciousness barrier is as solid as iron.

To successfully connect with their consciousness is essentially to "steal food" from the mouths of those indescribable beings, and the difficulty increases exponentially.

But if it succeeds...

Therefore, the connections between Illuminati members will no longer be limited to reality, but will transcend world dimensions and truly become one.

This will become an absolutely safe secret base and gathering place.

Even in the future, Fang Cheng could be like the leader of "Utopia," bestowing his will upon every member, wielding his power, and achieving a true "divine descent."

Therefore, in the car that afternoon, he deliberately guided Lin Chuqiao and Ye Zhiren to try the new cultivation method.

Through specific visualization techniques, they are encouraged to actively send signals to the "sun" that represents them.

This allows us to illuminate our coordinates in the vast sea of ​​stars, making it easier to track signals more accurately and maintain connections.

This is just the first step.

Next, we need to establish a sufficiently stable passage to guide them into this place.

"let's start."

Fang Cheng took a deep breath, and golden light flashed in his pupils as he mobilized all his mental power.

"Soul resonance, activated."

hum-

Invisible ripples emanated from the throne and instantly swept across the entire golden palace.

It then spread outwards, covering the entire island's ground and sky.

Ultimately, all spiritual energy converges into the sun, which symbolizes the "true self."

Correspondingly, inside the main hall, all the points of light on the starry sky of the dome trembled and flickered rapidly.

The golden pupils gradually widened, and the brightness of the surrounding light surged, transforming into an incomparably blazing sun.

Fang Cheng's thoughts, like tentacles, followed this force and suddenly probed into the dark void.

He simultaneously locked onto the two stars located at the edge, attempting to forcibly establish a stable connection channel.

However, the moment consciousness touched the two points of light, a sudden change occurred.

boom--

A vast will, filled with supreme majesty, erupted without warning from the depths of the void. Immediately following, an ancient and weathered whisper drifted into one's ears.

The syllables were obscure and difficult to understand, yet they carried a resonant frequency that sent shivers down the spine, as if they came from a distant horizon.

That was a warning, and also an expulsion.

The information flow swept in like a surging tide, instantly shattering Fang Cheng's outstretched mental tentacles and forcefully pushing them back.

Failed!
Fang Cheng's heart suddenly pounded, and his vision blurred.

All that could be seen were two orbs of light floating in the void, completely enveloped by a layer of flowing, thick gray mist.

No matter how his thoughts clashed, they were like a clay ox sinking into the sea, silently swallowed and dissolved by that layer of gray mist.

Even more terrifying, deep within the churning gray fog, two blurry and distorted enormous phantoms vaguely emerged.

They have no specific facial features or appearance, and it is even impossible to tell whether they are human or beast, yet they exude a suffocating sense of oppression.

It's as if a deity, sitting atop the long river of history, is coldly watching a certain ignorant and presumptuous observer across endless time and space.

This is clearly the source of the obstacle.

It may be the "ancestral spirit" formed by the bloodline of a noble family over thousands of years, or it may be a projection of some higher-dimensional power.

"Well……"

Fang Cheng groaned, a sharp, needle-like pain shooting through his brain.

That was a sign that his mental energy was being forcibly devoured.

If it weren't for his epic "omniscient language" talent, which increases resistance to all negative language-related abilities by 400%, allowing him to analyze and weaken the mental impact of that ancient whisper in the first instance, he would have been able to escape.

If it were an ordinary person with mental abilities, this one blow would probably have caused them to suffer a mental and physical injury on the spot, turning them into an idiot.

"So... this is the price of fighting for food?"

Fang Cheng frowned and quickly severed the connection with that immense will.

He then took a deep breath to calm his slightly disordered mind.

Even though his mental attribute has reached 70 points, he still feels powerless in the face of this kind of suppression from the source.

This is not just a difference in quantity, but a qualitative gap!

Should we wait until our mental attribute breaks through the 80-point mark before trying?

Or are we pinning our hopes on a qualitative leap in our visualization skills with the next advancement?

No, we can't wait any longer!
Fang Cheng shook his head decisively, rejecting the idea of ​​escaping.

The threat to the "ideal world" is imminent and there is no time to lose.

What's more...

Fang Cheng keenly sensed that although the layer of gray mist seemed indestructible, the two stars enveloped in the mist did not actually repel him.

On the contrary, they are pulsating at a specific frequency.

This clearly shows that Lin Chuqiao and Ye Zhiren are visualizing according to the methods they were taught before.

They actively open their arms to themselves, their own "sun," and call upon themselves.

If we easily give up on this experiment, we will choose the outcome of failure.

Even if you manage to persuade them to try visualizing themselves again, it will be difficult for the two of them to maintain a state of complete trust.

By then, establishing a spiritual connection will only become more difficult.

"Since fighting on two fronts is not feasible, let's concentrate our forces and defeat them one by one."

Fang Cheng learned from his failure and quickly adjusted his strategy.

After some reflection and adjustment, my mind regained stability and I reactivated the spiritual resonance.

He decisively abandoned the dual-track operation and focused all his attention on the light spot that represented Lin Chuqiao.

His thoughts focused like the tip of a cone, avoiding the overwhelming pressure of the enormous phantom and attempting to find a weak point in the gray mist.

This time, the obstacles still existed, but with a clearer goal, the perceived picture became a bit clearer.

A soft white light obscured most of her vision; it was Lin Chuqiao's subconscious barrier for self-protection.

Fang Cheng's pupils flashed with golden light as he continuously output his mental energy, gradually penetrating and seeping in.

Finally, through the churning gray fog, he saw a familiar figure.

Lin Chuqiao was sitting cross-legged in that closed, soundproof room.

The walls were covered with yellow talismans, and the faint candlelight flickered violently in the windless room, as if it might go out at any moment.

Her eyes were closed, her brows were furrowed, a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her face was slightly pale.

He was clearly trying to visualize the Great Sun and establish a spiritual connection with Fang Cheng.

But the sun in his heart was always obscured by the gray fog and could never take shape.

Because above her head, that blurry, enormous phantom was hanging down strands of gray silk.

Like a marionette, it entwined her spirit, seemingly warning her not to try to break free from her predetermined fate.

"Just a little bit..."

Looking at the shaky link, a sudden inspiration flashed through Fang Cheng's mind.

Since that phantom is using "bloodline" and "contract" to bind Lin Chuqiao, why can't I use a more domineering light to cover those threads?

Since she is someone who is searching for the sun in the darkness, why can't the sun shine on her on its own initiative?
If one-way pull doesn't work.

Then... let's go in both directions, coordinating from both inside and outside.

With a thought, Fang Cheng no longer held back his spiritual energy, but instead mobilized the primordial power of the radiant sun in his inner world.

"The true fire of the sun burns away all illusion!"

He let out a low shout in his mind.

As his will reached its peak, the golden pupils on the dome suddenly widened to their maximum.

That blazing sun seemed to have burned to its limit.

At this moment, all the light converged into an indestructible golden arrow, carrying the will to burn everything, and fiercely pierced the void.

In an instant, the boundary between reality and illusion was broken.

Deep within Lin Chuqiao's consciousness, in the pitch-black world that was originally shrouded in gray mist, a dazzling golden light suddenly shone without warning.

The light was not the lukewarm glow of a candle, but rather as domineering and intense as the midday sun, forcefully tearing through the heavy gray veil.

The blurry, enormous phantom, bathed in golden light, let out a silent roar.

He seemed to have an extreme aversion to the power of light, and had to retreat slightly, hiding in a darker place.

It's now!

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed.

The golden beam of light transformed into a giant hand, piercing through layers of mist and grabbing Lin Chuqiao's soul as it was about to fall.

boom--

As the white light burst forth with the golden light, all resistance vanished in an instant.

Inside the golden palace, a beam of light descended from the sky and landed on the red carpet in front of the throne.

The light slowly faded, revealing a tall and graceful figure.

Lin Chuqiao opened her eyes somewhat blankly, and subconsciously raised her hand to shield her eyes from the slightly glaring light.

"I...where is this?"

(End of this chapter)