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Chapter 299 The Seventh Sense, Mind Projection
Looking at the detailed skill descriptions on the panel, Fang Cheng was pleased, but also a little doubtful.

This new ability is called "Mind Resonance".

The general idea is to synchronize one's consciousness with that of others, thereby creating resonance, forming a communication channel, and achieving purposes such as spiritual exchange or obtaining information.

Previously, I had also tried similar methods of telepathy to establish a spiritual connection.

What exactly is the difference between this newly introduced skill effect and ordinary telepathy?

"Rooted in the universal human capacity for empathy and emotional connection, it is a manifestation of the higher-level seventh sense, 'Manas'..."

Fang Cheng pondered those words, his gaze gradually deepening.

I had come across related concepts when I was browsing books about Buddhist Zen, spiritual meditation, and the like in the library.

Humans' five senses—sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch—are the foundation for perceiving the material world.

The so-called sixth sense is usually considered to be an intuition that transcends the five senses, or a manifestation of self-awareness, or thought itself.

As for the seventh sense, "Manas," it belongs to a deeper and more mysterious level.

In Buddhism, the "Manas consciousness" is often associated with the "self-attachment" in people's minds, which is the attachment to the "self-image".

However, from another perspective, when we break free from the simple "self-attachment" and extend the concept of "self" outward, it involves the connection with "others".

This refers to the empathy that humans develop in social life, which involves the shift from perceiving oneself to perceiving others.

This should be the root of empathy and emotional connection, which is emphasized in "spiritual resonance".

It is precisely this transcendence of "self-attachment" and deep connection with "others" that is considered the key to cultivating "Manas" to a high level.

Some spiritual systems even believe that when the "Manas" consciousness is cultivated to an extremely high level, it can transcend the boundaries of time and space, perceive the past and the future, and connect with consciousness in different dimensions.

According to Buddhist scriptures, understanding the mysteries of "Manas" is enough to see through the fog of life and death and reach the legendary underworld as a living person.

This is what is known as "Yin Shen" (陰神).

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart.

The emergence of the ability of "spiritual resonance" means that through continuous meditation and cultivation, my current spiritual realm has reached a profound level of the seventh sense.

Therefore, even without a magical object like the Golden Bamba Bottle as a medium, one can still master the ability to communicate with others over long distances.

After pondering for a moment, Fang Cheng calmed his mind and once again entered the memory palace deep within his mind.

The familiar bedroom scene came to mind.

My gaze swept over the desks, cabinets, and walls around me; everything remained the same as before.

The texture just seems to have become more realistic.

It's so realistic that you can clearly see every speck of dust floating in the sunlight, and smell the sweat emanating from the bedding and socks.

Fang Cheng looked around, stood up, stepped forward, and pushed open the door leading to the outside world.

In the center of the dark hall, the golden sphere of light still floated silently, radiating a soft and mysterious halo.

After advancing to the Master level of meditation, the brightness of the light sphere did not seem to change significantly.

However, the originally blurry golden patterns on its surface have become much clearer at this moment.

Like meticulously crafted runes, they contain ineffable mysteries.

Fang Cheng looked into the distance.

Simply by focusing one's gaze on those clear patterns of light, one can vaguely perceive some subtle sound fragments and blurry images.

Following this feeling, Fang Cheng focused his attention on one of the brightest and most familiar light patterns.

That represents the spiritual connection between myself and Wen Xin.

Fang Cheng did not step forward to touch it, but instead tried to perceive it directly with his mind.

The instant his thoughts touched the light pattern, two clear options immediately appeared before him:

[Two-way link] or [One-way projection]

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he chose [One-Way Projection].

In an instant, it was as if two radio frequencies had found each other in the vast universe.

Fang Cheng's consciousness and Wen Xin's consciousness resonated under the powerful pull of their spiritual forces.

An invisible yet stable passage, accompanied by a faint hum, pierced through the boundless darkness of the void.

The scene before my eyes changed rapidly, like switching TV channels.

The next second, the view suddenly became bright.

Fang Cheng saw Wen Xin sitting in the school cafeteria, eating her lunch obediently.

Her jet-black hair was tied in a ponytail, and her profile looked exceptionally soft in the sunlight.

Several classmates sat beside her, chattering about their afternoon classes and Sunday plans.

The noise from the cafeteria, the aroma of food, the students' innocent faces...

All of this sensory information from Wen Xin's perspective was presented to Fang Cheng's senses with unparalleled realism.

The realism of this experience was much clearer than before, without the blurry feeling of looking through glass.

The sensitivity of the five senses—smell, hearing, touch, sight, and taste—is amplified several times over.

Even under this extreme resonance, Fang Cheng could sense Wen Xin's slightly troubled mood and the math problem in her mind that was causing her so much distress.

Sensing the girl's real-time condition and thoughts, I knew she was alright.

Fang Cheng's mind stirred slightly, and then he shifted his consciousness away from the light pattern representing Wen Xin and turned to another light pattern a little further away.

In an instant, consciousness, like a bolt of lightning, pierced through layers of darkness and mist once more.

The surrounding scenery changed, distorted, and reassembled rapidly, as if on fast forward.

When his vision cleared, Fang Cheng found himself "inside" a tall, circular hall.

The dome is adorned with countless points of light, resembling a dazzling galaxy, creating a sacred and vast atmosphere.

In the center of the hall, dozens of people dressed in uniform white clothes sat cross-legged in a circle.

The ethereal and melodious music, along with the deep and obscure chanting, echoed endlessly.

It appears that some kind of special religious ritual, similar to meditation, is taking place.

"This is... Yong'an Island, the meditation hall of the Truth and Meditation Retreat Center!"

Fang Cheng immediately realized what was happening.

My "perspective" at this moment comes from one of these meditators.

He could even "feel" the body's seated posture and the sweet, cloying scent of incense permeating the surrounding air.

Sitting in the very center was a middle-aged man with glasses and a thin appearance.

It was none other than that mentor surnamed Chen from back then.

"It seems I projected my consciousness onto one of the True Thought Society members, participating in this training course from his perspective..."

Fang Cheng understood.

However, the object of this member's meditation is probably no longer the "great Him" ​​they praise.

Instead, it was through an invisible channel that the consciousness of an "intruder" descended upon this place.

Although it was a one-way projection, the member of the True Thought Society who was possessed still vaguely sensed something was amiss.

Fang Cheng could sense a hint of confusion, unease, and surprise emanating from the depths of the other person's consciousness.

It was like seeing a light that shouldn't be there in the darkness, as if it were responding to him.

The man's pupils dilated slightly, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

Almost at the same moment, Chen Jiandong, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the crowd, suddenly opened his eyes.

The sharp gaze, almost tangible, swept over the member to whom Fang Cheng's consciousness was attached. Fang Cheng's heart tightened, and he promptly severed the mental channel, instantly withdrawing his projected consciousness.

In the dark hall, the light pattern on the golden sphere dimmed slightly.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

Then, his gaze searched again, and he turned his attention to another light pattern that looked the dimmest and the most subtle.

Select "One-Way Projection" again.

This time, there was no clear visual imagery at the beginning.

Suddenly, a strange and anxious voice rang in my ears, as if it had encountered an accident and was screaming and shouting.

"Who are you... Ah!!"

Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain shot through my face, as if I had been punched hard.

Fang Cheng instinctively wanted to raise his hand to block and counterattack, but the thought had barely formed when he suddenly realized what he had done.

At this moment, I am merely a projection of my consciousness, not my physical body, and therefore have no way to control this body.

The chaotic shouts, the muffled thuds of fists and feet colliding, and the waves of excruciating pain emanating from all parts of the body surged forth like a tide.

Fang Cheng could feel himself, or rather, the owner of this body, being kicked to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, several feet rained down, kicking hard on the back, waist, and legs.

The owner of this body could only hold his head in his hands, curl up on the ground, and groan in pain and plead for mercy in vain.

This minor pain was nothing to Fang Cheng, like scratching an itch through a boot.

Instead, he took the opportunity to carefully observe the surrounding scenery.

Dim lighting, cold iron railings, and a cramped space.

And, all around were burly men in matching prison uniforms, their faces contorted in grotesque expressions…

"This... looks like a prison cell?"

Fang Cheng thought to himself.

This feeling is so real, so real that it sends chills down my spine.

Just then, this dim mental channel seemed unable to withstand the intense pain from the body and automatically shut down.

Fang Cheng's consciousness instantly returned to his body.

He stood in the dark hall of the memory palace and subconsciously touched his nose.

It felt as if that punch had really landed on his face.

"Tsk, it's been a long time since I've experienced this kind of bone-crunching, visceral feeling of being punched."

Amidst a surge of anger, Fang Cheng managed a smile.
"I actually... miss it a little?"

As he savored the almost real pain, the smile on Fang Cheng's face gradually faded.

He raised his head, his gaze falling on the golden sphere of light floating before him, and began to reconsider the differences between the two methods of mental connection.

If the special sensory abilities brought about by the spirituality of the Golden Bamba Urn are considered a crude and inefficient method of forced intervention, then this is a misguided approach.

“Spiritual resonance” is a more advanced and profound interaction at the spiritual level.

It emphasizes "resonance of consciousness" and "connection of emotions," rather than pure suppression or interference by force.

Compared to the former, the connection established through spiritual resonance is more stable, more secretive, and capable of transmitting more information.

To use a vivid analogy, this method of communication is not a fragile thread, but a wide and deep tunnel.

Reflecting on the differences between the two, Fang Cheng also gained a profound understanding of the several mental abilities he possessed.

Whether it's absorbing external consciousness and refining it into purer spiritual energy, or establishing a spiritual connection with a certain goal.

With consistent meditation practice, there is a certain probability that one can come to understand and master these abilities on their own.

For me, the spirituality of the Golden Bamba Bottle is more like a "catalyst" and an "intelligent operating procedure".

It not only induces and accelerates the awakening of these potentials, but also greatly enhances the efficiency and amplification effect when exerting abilities.

In other words, the Golden Bamba Bottle, this relic of the saint, has been completely integrated into Fang Cheng's consciousness, becoming part of his own power, and is now under Fang Cheng's control.

Therefore, what special abilities can be developed in the future depends more on their own exploration and discovery.

After clearing his mind, Fang Cheng turned his gaze back to the surface of the golden sphere, to the varying shades of light patterns.

He hasn't figured out yet how these light patterns are formed.

But one thing is certain: each light pattern corresponds to a target with whom a spiritual connection can be established.

The presence of light patterns on the surface signifies the existence of a "channel path" that forms the link.

The only difference lies in the clarity of the perception and the duration of its duration.

Previously, Fang Cheng's meditation level was low, and his mental attributes were not high enough.

Therefore, he could only barely establish a relatively stable connection with Wen Xin, with whom he had the deepest bond and the strongest emotional ties.

Fang Cheng was not in a hurry to try to "touch" all the light patterns on the light sphere.

I simply stood quietly in the dark hall, sensing with my heart.

He could sense that each light pattern corresponded to a specific "wave" in the ocean of consciousness surrounding the memory palace.

Dozens of invisible threads extended from the golden sphere, piercing through the walls of the memory palace and spreading into the endless depths of darkness.

From all directions, they intertwine and form the outline of a vast network.

He can use these threads to establish a connection with any "node" on the network at any time, forming a stable channel, as long as he is willing.

This feeling... is like that of a goddess in mythology who holds the reins of destiny, guiding the threads of fate for countless mortals.

Each line represents an individual with whom you have a special "connection".

These individuals are also constantly transmitting weak streams of information and spiritual energy to the light sphere located at the terminal through unseen links.

As this information and energy converged, Fang Cheng also noticed the changes taking place within the golden sphere itself.

While refining external consciousness, it quietly grows larger and brighter at an extremely slow pace that is almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

A word suddenly flashed through my mind—"the power of will".

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng couldn't help but imagine a magnificent scene appearing before his eyes.

As time goes by, and as the number of spiritual connections you build increases, the network you create grows larger and covers a wider area...

What kind of scene would that be? And what terrifying power would it bring?

As Fang Cheng was lost in thought, a sudden thought struck him, and he brought up his attribute panel:
【Strength: 40】

[Agility: 40]

[Physique: 46]

【Spirit: 50】

Looking at the data displayed on the panel, Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow slightly.

During this period of time, I was not deliberately practicing meditation, but the progress bar of my mental attributes was still increasing at a very slow but real rate.

"I see……"

A knowing glint flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes.

This may be one of the hidden benefits brought about by the fusion of the "mind resonance" ability with the light sphere.

Through those established spiritual connections, one subtly absorbs and transforms spiritual energy from the outside world.

(End of this chapter)