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Chapter 274 The Spirituality of the Saint's Relics: Enhancement of Spiritual Attributes

In the deepest part of his consciousness, Fang Cheng felt as if he were in an endless ocean.

The surging tide came endlessly from all directions, tightly enveloping him.

The darkness here is deeper than imagined, like the chaos before the world was born, where not a single ray of light can penetrate.

Even that wisp of burning flame could only struggle to maintain its faint yet stubborn light amidst the endless darkness.

This is Fang Cheng's "spiritual fire".

Its flame core is deep blue, like the sea under the blue sky, clear and tranquil, encompassing all things and hiding inexplicable mysteries.

Upon closer inspection, a faint glimmer could be seen.

This is the initial stirring of spiritual energy, symbolizing Fang Cheng's most authentic self-awareness deep within his soul, and also the manifestation of his purest obsession.

Though not dazzling, it is as sturdy as a gemstone, never wavering despite the relentless onslaught of the dark tides, always remaining true to its original purpose.

Enveloping it on the outside is a lively, leaping inner flame.

Within that orange-red light, countless extremely bright specks of light swirled and intertwined.

Every collision sparks a dazzling display of light and energy.

This gives the flames a real, tangible temperature, dispelling the surrounding darkness and cold.

However, some unusual golden specks of light were also scattered within the flickering light and shadow of the inner flame.

Compared to those red dots of light, they moved much faster, streaking like meteors, and their burning reaction was much more intense.

Once triggered, the released light will instantly overwhelm the surroundings, causing the entire cluster of flames to rise several times in height, becoming even more dazzling.

Although these golden specks are few in number, they contain unimaginable and immense energy.

It seems to be a crystallized essence from some mysterious substance, possessing the special properties of a combustion aid, providing the necessary nutrients for the flame to burn continuously.

Under their influence, the outermost, hottest flame forms a nearly transparent halo that lightly surrounds the entire cluster of flames.

Faced with the overwhelming darkness, the halo swayed violently, constantly shooting out sharp beams of light that tore through layers of illusion and pierced through the encirclement.

The flames struggled to expand outwards, carving out a bright area for Fang Cheng in the darkness.

In this deep and boundless ocean, it is precisely because of the existence of golden light spots.

The spiritual fire has become a veritable lighthouse, radiating an unprecedented brilliance to illuminate the lost paths deep within consciousness.

However, maintaining this powerful energy comes at a cost.

Each violent burst of golden light was frantically consuming the Flame Core's initial energy.

The flames also became exceptionally vibrant in color, no longer a simple orange-red, but interwoven with dazzling golden patterns, occasionally bursting forth with blinding silver light.

For the first time, Fang Cheng was able to "see" his own spiritual fire so clearly.

A slight ripple stirred within me, and I was touched.

Perhaps it is because of this mutation that my mental energy has been continuously over-consumed, which has kept me in a state of mental fatigue.

Although the deficit has been temporarily replenished to some extent through meditation practice.

But once you stop, that weariness that comes from the depths of your soul will inevitably resurface.

If you want to completely eliminate the negative effects, you probably have to stay in deep meditation and remain in a state of deep concentration forever.

It's like treating yourself as fuel to burn, constantly investing your spiritual energy until the lamp runs out of oil.

This is clearly impractical.

After all, I am not a pure consciousness; my physical body is still closely connected to the real world. How can I indulge in meditation for long?
Upon realizing this, Fang Cheng's mind stirred slightly, and he gradually extended his consciousness into the surrounding space.

View your physical body in a 360-degree perspective.

However, when his consciousness returned to reality, Fang Cheng was surprised to find himself enveloped in a tangible flame.

It seems to resonate with the spiritual fire within one's consciousness.

The faint red light emanating from the pineal gland between the eyebrows spread like ripples until the entire body radiated a soft yet intense glow.

This is not an illusion produced in previous meditation practices, but a real phenomenon.

Even the cement floor beneath my buttocks was being scorched by the high temperature, sending a burning sensation through me.

Feeling his clothes about to catch fire again, Fang Cheng immediately suppressed his aura and quickly cooled down.

As this force permeated the real world, the space in which the body resided was also affected.

The sounds of waves and seabirds outside suddenly ceased, and the air inside the unfinished house seemed to freeze.

The dust no longer danced in the light and shadow, but floated still, as if it had been frozen in place.

The sunlight streaming through the window, upon touching the flames, refracted into a dazzling rainbow of colors, scattering outwards.

The originally rough walls and exposed pipes, under the illumination of this strange light, seemed to be draped in a dreamlike colorful coat, presenting a texture that transcends reality.

The spiritual fire seemed to open a hidden portal to another dimension, and the surrounding space began to ripple with visible waves.

An ancient and mysterious whisper could be faintly heard coming from the void.

Although he couldn't hear the exact words, the voice, filled with a sense of vicissitude and profound weight, sent a shiver down Fang Cheng's spine.

He could clearly sense that his connection with the outside world was being reshaped.

Each breath felt like pulling on invisible threads, drawing unknown energy and information into the body.

Fang Cheng stared at the flames, his eyes reflecting the constantly flickering golden light.

In the interplay of light and shadow, one can perceive that flames are not merely a matter of consumption.

It's like a finely crafted filter, absorbing every bit of information and free energy from the outside world.

At the same time, it purifies itself of any impurities that might interfere with it through combustion.

"This feeling……"

A flash of inspiration struck Fang Cheng, and he suddenly realized something.

Isn't this the same mental exercise I once tried to purify myself from external "distractions and inner demons"?
However, at that time I was in a memory palace, but now I am simply practicing meditation.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng immediately summoned the control panel.

A pale blue light flashed before my eyes, and a series of notification messages appeared one after another.

[You are absorbing external ideas and refining your self-awareness; your spiritual energy has increased by 0.001.]

[Your level of connection with a certain spirituality is gradually increasing, and your spirituality increases by 0.001.]

[Your meditation skill practice has increased by +1]

[You are absorbing external ideas and refining your self-awareness; your spiritual energy has increased by 0.001.]

[Your level of connection with a certain spirituality is gradually increasing, and your spirituality increases by 0.001.]

………………

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the information displayed on the panel floating in the air.

Then I closed my eyes and calmed my mind.

The surrounding space is like the surface of a lake touched by a gentle breeze, rippling in layers, as if resonating with a dimension hidden in the depths.

When he opened his eyes again and looked around,

What came into view was no longer a rough, unfinished house, but rather his own bedroom, far away on the old factory street in Jiangbei.

The familiar walls, the old desk piled high with books—everything felt so real and tangible.

After a brief moment of disorientation, Fang Cheng's eyes instantly sharpened, and a faint flame flickered deep within his pupils.

He immediately got up from the bed, walked barefoot on the ground, and strode quickly toward the "door" that connected him to the outside world.

With a click, fingertips gripped the doorknob and gently turned it. The tightly closed wooden door creaked open slowly.

Behind the door was pitch black, as if it were completely enveloped by a thick black curtain.

The scene before me seemed exactly the same as when I left last time.

Fang Cheng keenly noticed that the boundaries of this space had quietly expanded outwards, making it appear even more empty.

Moreover, in the very center of the darkness, a golden spherical object appeared.

It floated silently, its light as faint as a candle flame, yet it seemed to possess the power to penetrate the chaos, dimly illuminating a small patch of space.

Fine patterns of light flowed across the surface of the sphere, like some kind of ancient runes slowly moving.

Sometimes they converge into a vortex, and sometimes they scatter like a cluster of stars.

Each time the light pattern flickered, it created a ring of transparent ripples, emitting a slight trembling sound.

This caused Fang Cheng's consciousness to tremble slightly involuntarily, as if there was a very close connection between the two.

At the same time, a powerful suction force suddenly appeared outside the memory palace, pulling everything around it in like a black hole.

The electrical waves of consciousness drawn by the flames swirled and rapidly rotated around the halo.

Pulled by an invisible force, they were drawn in one by one and began to undergo the refining and purification process.

Fang Cheng was able to clearly see the entire purification process.

Those foreign consciousnesses were distorted and deformed under the burning of the spiritual fire, and impurities evaporated and dissipated like smoke.

Ultimately, it transforms into drops of radiant, pure spiritual energy, like fragments of stars.

Some of this energy merged into the memory palace, causing its boundaries to expand outward like a rising tide, while the rest transformed into streams of light that flowed into the golden sphere.

With each injection of energy, the patterns on the surface of the light sphere become clearer, the flowing light intensifies, and the illuminated space expands outward by an inch.

It is accumulating enough power to tear space apart, and is about to completely illuminate the entire memory palace shrouded in darkness.

Like a lighthouse piercing through the fog in the still night, or like the sun hidden in the darkness before dawn, waiting for the moment of bursting forth to reshape this chaotic realm with its light.

As Fang Cheng watched this strange sight, his thoughts were in turmoil.

The golden sphere before them was exactly the same as the sphere formed by the array in the underground vault of the Lu family manor last night.

The only difference is that its size has been greatly reduced and its light has become much dimmer.

As if he had suffered a severe blow and was greatly weakened, he lay dormant in the memory palace he had built.

Fang Cheng recalled the scene when he shattered the gold-plated Bamba bottle with a single punch.

The pure gold bottle shattered instantly, and the essence blood and sealed energy absorbed inside turned into blood mist and scattered in all directions.

Only a golden light burst forth from within, darting into his brow like a serpent.

It must have been from that time that this mysterious light quietly took root in the depths of my consciousness.

Then, in the process of absorbing the blood rain, it achieved a certain level of fusion with itself.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng stepped forward and tentatively reached out to touch the ball of light.

The moment the fingertips touched, warmth spread along the nerve endings, as if creating a sense of intimate connection with one's own consciousness.

Fang Cheng closed his eyes, carefully sensing the resonance between himself and the golden sphere of light, and suddenly understood.

This golden light is actually the spiritual essence nurtured and developed by the Golden Bamba Bottle over two thousand years.

It is said that the older an object is, the more spiritual it is, let alone such a legendary relic of a saint.

After the bottle broke, it searched for a new container and, for some reason, chose its own body.

In other words, I have now become the new "bottle body" of the Golden Bamba Bottle.

Fang Cheng is currently unsure whether the spiritual fusion with the Golden Bamba Bottle will be beneficial or detrimental.

Based on the current situation, there are only two benefits.

Firstly, without the need for deliberate meditation, it can automatically absorb external consciousness, greatly enhancing the purification efficiency of spiritual energy and increasing the growth rate of spiritual attributes.

Secondly, through this spiritual energy of transformation, the boundaries of the memory palace can be continuously expanded, and the construction work can be completed automatically.

It's like having an intelligent management center installed in the consciousness space, greatly reducing the workload and shortening the cultivation time needed to achieve the same effect.

As for the drawbacks, they are also quite obvious.

The continuous spiritual activity of the Golden Bamba Bottle will intensify the consumption of spiritual energy, making him more prone to mental fatigue. He must frequently engage in meditation to replenish his energy and restore his condition.

As I sorted out my thoughts, the golden sphere gradually calmed down, its light no longer flashing intensely, and the faint trembling sound dissipated.

Fang Cheng's gaze sharpened, and he immediately composed himself, exiting his meditative state.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the real world.

Looking at the surrounding unfinished houses, warm sunlight streamed in through the large French windows, casting a patch of light and shadow on the ground.

Fang Cheng had a sudden thought and raised his hand to glance at the sports watch.

It is now February 26th, 1:53 PM.

In other words, my meditation lasted for about two and a half hours.

Thinking of this, I immediately summoned the control panel.

Skill prompts appeared one after another like streams of light.

Fang Cheng's gaze fell on the summary information at the end.

Meditation experience +6

Meditation lv1 (168/250)

Congratulations! Through your persistent efforts, your mental state has improved and reached 47 points.

The speed at which my skills and experience improved during this meditation practice was noticeably faster than before.

Moreover, thanks to absorbing the accumulated external consciousness over a period of time, and with the initial fusion of the spirituality of the Golden Bamba Bottle, his mental attribute also increased by nearly two points, jumping from 45 points to 47 points.

"At least, the benefits are still clearly visible."

Fang Cheng muttered to himself, slowly stood up, and stretched his slightly stiff limbs.

To fully understand the situation and weigh the pros and cons, one will probably have to wait until one is completely integrated with the Golden Bamba Bottle, or until one's meditation skills reach a breakthrough and reach the Master level.

His gaze swept across the panel floating in the air, taking in the progress bars of each skill.

After a moment's thought, Fang Cheng made a decision.

The focus of the training plan for the next period of time will be on the two skills of "running" and "boxing" that will be upgraded soon.

Additional time must be devoted to meditation, with a focus on improving the meditation level, in order to resolve any potential problems as soon as possible.

While I was pondering this, my stomach suddenly growled in protest.

Fang Cheng smiled helplessly and temporarily put all his thoughts aside.

The most pressing issue right now is to go to a nearby restaurant and have a good meal.

Only when you have a full stomach can you have the energy to continue exercising your body and boost your spirit.

In addition, I need to contact the construction team in the afternoon to come and check on the situation and figure out how to properly tidy up this unfinished house.

He built a secluded cultivation base according to his own plan.

Just as Fang Cheng stepped out the door, ready to eat, in another corner of the bustling city...

Upon hearing the report from his subordinate, someone looked shocked:
"What did you say? The golden bonfire bottle was shattered with a single punch?!"

(End of this chapter)