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Chapter 423 Mental Breakthrough to the 60-Point Limit

Under the blood-red sky, the battle had reached its climax.

Bang bang bang bang!
A tiny figure was waving its fist at the enormous eyeball that blotted out the entire sky.

What should have been a futile attempt to stop a chariot has instead presented a magnificent scene of mortals shaking the gods.

Fang Cheng's entire body was engulfed in crimson-gold flames.

Beneath his bronze skin, the bulging blue veins resembled flowing lava.

His bulging muscles, like a body of red-hot steel, unleashed unimaginable power.

The blazing, bright flames danced wildly with his punches, as if trying to burn a hole in the sky.

One punch.

Hundred punches.

Thousand punches.

Ten thousand punches...

In an instant, the space in front of him was completely filled with endless fist shadows.

Each fist shadow trailed a crimson-gold flame tail, solidifying as if it were a burning meteorite.

Wherever the fist struck, space was distorted and torn apart, emitting continuous sonic booms.

They are no longer mere shadows, but rather an extreme concentration of destructive will, a pure power capable of shattering the laws of nature.

Tens of thousands of "meteors" formed a storm that defied the heavens, launching a fearless bombardment from tiny individuals toward the supreme being.

The enormous, blood-red eyeballs were no longer indifferent; the coldness deep within their pupils was replaced by shock and rage.

In response, countless tentacles shot out from the blood-red iris.

Those tentacles were formed from the purest chaos and malice, each as thick as a mountain range, tearing the earth apart and whipping everything with each swing.

Like a manifestation of divine punishment, carrying the will to crush everything, it met the storm of crimson-gold fist shadows.

however.

Within this space constructed by consciousness, Fang Cheng's punching speed had long since transcended the shackles of thought, and even the limitations of time.

Da da da da da——

The sharp, rapid sonic booms eventually merged into a terrifying roar that could tear the sky apart.

Countless fist shadows and flames converged in an instant, bursting forth with dazzling light, as if a blazing golden sun had suddenly risen!
The scorching light and waves enveloped the enormous eyeball, along with its thousands of tentacles that lashed out wildly, and were blasted, burned, and completely dissolved.

A violent energy hurricane swept across the entire crimson space.

Crunch!

A crisp, shattering sound echoed through the sky.

After enduring countless blows, the sclera of the giant eye finally cracked open, and dark red fluid seeped from the dark fissure.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third cracks spread rapidly until hundreds and thousands of wounds covered its surface.

Like a piece of blood-red porcelain about to shatter completely.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, and he gathered all his fighting spirit, preparing to deliver the final, fatal blow.

In that instant, a dark red streak of light flew in from the sky without warning.

It was a spear formed from blood essence and resentment, which suddenly pierced through the spatial barrier and crashed into the huge, cracked eyeball.

boom--

The sound of the impact explosion was drowned out by the roar of countless fists, seemingly silent, yet it became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The entire crimson space trembled violently with this attack, and countless ripples spread outwards.

The sky, the earth, the mist—everything began to become transparent, fading rapidly like a reflection in water.

Fang Cheng's final, powerful strike missed its mark.

The crimson space before them was rapidly fading away, silently disappearing into the endless darkness.

"Disappeared again?"

Fang Cheng's movement, which was suspended in mid-air, suddenly stopped, and his pupils contracted sharply.

The next second, consciousness returned to the body like a tide.

The aftermath of the fierce battle had not yet dissipated.

The sonic boom still seemed to echo in my ears, but the living room in front of me was now silent.

The city lights outside the window were blocked by the curtains, with only a faint band of light shining through the gaps, outlining the blurry contours of the furniture.

The stark contrast between reality and consciousness caused Fang Cheng to momentarily lose his composure.

He sat cross-legged in the darkness, letting his heartbeat gradually calm down from its frantic pace.

After a long while, he murmured to himself:

"Wait, that last blow... I don't think I landed it..."

Upon careful recollection, although my attention was entirely focused on the Crimson Eye at the time, I still managed to catch a fleeting moment of unusual fluctuation.

Judging from its trajectory, the red light seemed to be energy from the outside world.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly, a hint of doubt in his mind.

Was it by chance that you stumbled upon some evil thought that was wandering everywhere in the world of consciousness?
Or was someone pinpointing my location and launching a deliberate mental attack?

Or perhaps it's the revenge of the psychic who hides in the Noah Building and controls the Crimson Eye, as a result of the destruction of the Otherworld?
But these speculations all seem to be unfounded.

The target of this attack by an alien consciousness is clearly the Crimson Eye.

Rather than him being the "culprit" who attacked Crimson Eye.

In a sense, in that brief moment, he and this unknown force reached a tacit agreement because of their common enemy.

Fang Cheng pondered for a long time, but finally shook his head.

If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it anymore.

At that moment, a strong feeling of dryness welled up from deep in my throat.

He immediately got up, walked to the freezer, took out a large bottle of chilled cola, tilted his head back, and gulped down most of it.

The cool, sweet liquid slid down my throat and into my stomach, which helped to reduce the heat in my body.

Nearly 24 hours have passed since the Scarlet Eye was swallowed, and the negative effects are still ongoing.

Fang Cheng felt no hunger at all; instead, he was plagued by a persistent heat and thirst.

As for the mental health issues, they have not been completely eliminated either.

Just now, he had intended to continue practicing meditation and undergo a deeper level of self-purification.

No sooner had his consciousness subsided than a thought filled with murderous and devouring desires suddenly arose, forcefully dragging him back into that eerie, blood-red space.

While meditating by the sea in the early morning, he temporarily resolved the problem of mental pollution by relying on the fire of his spirituality.

But that blood-red space was not actually completely destroyed.

Instead, just like this time, it instantly vanished into the darkness at the last moment.

Fang Cheng had a vague feeling that the residual consciousness of the Crimson Eye seemed to have merged into the depths of his soul.

It is not noticeable in normal times, but once you enter a meditative state, it will quietly emerge, like countless tentacles wrapping around your consciousness, constantly arousing the hidden negative emotions such as violence and greed within.

Just as ancient practitioners called it, "inner demons" lurk in the shadows, always watching, waiting for the original owner's mind to relax before disrupting cultivation and devouring reason.

Fang Cheng guessed that this situation should be related to the level of consciousness.

Lin Chuqiao had once shared some knowledge about psychology with him.

Human consciousness is like a huge iceberg, and the "consciousness" that we can perceive in daily life is only a small part that is visible above the surface.

Beneath the surface of the sea lies an incredibly vast and profound "subconscious."

It is like a dark, secret realm, storing all the experiences, repressed desires, and primal instincts of an individual from birth to death.

This dark side, located in the ocean of consciousness, naturally became the hiding place for "foreign objects".

For example, the mysterious blue phantom that once appeared, the remaining crimson eye consciousness, or the dregs of will power accumulated in the golden bottle.

Although their essence is absorbed by itself, the "impurities" that cannot be completely purified by the fire of spirituality fall to the bottom of the ocean of consciousness like dregs.

Compared to the direct outbreaks of mental pollution in the past, the current forms, while less impactful, have become more insidious and elusive.

Like a time bomb buried deep in one's consciousness, it slowly accumulates power, waiting for the day it explodes.

Fang Cheng rubbed his throbbing temples and closed his eyes to rest.

Battles at the level of consciousness do not consume much physical strength, but they deplete mental energy exceptionally severely.

After all, in that blood-red space, he had to rely on pure spiritual will to face the enormous eyeball that almost covered the sky.

Speaking of which, that "assist" that just flew in from out of the sky seems to have actually caused some damage to Crimson Eye. It did actually do me a favor.

There was silence in the house.

Just as Fang Cheng was deep in thought, the subtle sounds around him also clearly reached his ears.

Gulu, Gulu.

That was the faint sound of refrigerant flowing inside the freezer after the compressor stopped working.

But Fang Cheng suddenly realized something was wrong.

My five senses seem to be undergoing some kind of strange change.

His hearing became more acute; he could even catch the sound of the bristles on the tentacles of a jumping spider rubbing against the floor as it crawled in the corner.

The sense of smell was also amplified; in addition to a faint dampness, there was also a subtle salty and fishy smell in the air.

That was the scent of sea salt and tides blowing in from the sea, just two blocks away.

Even the sense of touch transcends common sense.

Even though the doors and windows were tightly closed, you could clearly feel the airflow generated by the temperature difference inside the room, as gentle as a feather.

As for vision...

Fang Cheng slowly opened his eyes.

The darkness before him was not dispelled, but he did "see" the wind.

The invisible air, its movement traced in the dim light.

At this moment, they appeared in sight like transparent, slowly swaying little snakes.

This wondrous sensory experience was previously only briefly available during deep meditation.

But now, even though he has long since left the meditative state, this feeling has not dissipated, as if it were an innate instinct.

It was as if, on a conscious level, a crucial threshold had been crossed.

The whole world becomes more vivid and three-dimensional as a result.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng walked to the French windows and drew back the curtains.

The city night view outside the window unfolds like a scroll painting.

Two kilometers away on the beach, several tourists strolled along, their relaxed expressions clearly visible on their faces.

Further away, on the cliff, the white, abandoned lighthouse, its mottled walls glowing dimly in the moonlight.

All of this was done without using "eagle eye vision," yet every detail was crystal clear, as if it were right next to you.

The line of sight extends further forward, across Clearwater Bay.

Several ships were scattered on the sea like ink dots.

One of the luxury yachts was moored in the middle of the sea, nearly eight kilometers away, its deck brightly lit.

Fang Cheng's pupils contracted slightly, and he immediately activated "Eagle Eye Vision".

The scene in my field of vision suddenly magnified.

His gaze easily passed through the window of the second-floor bedroom on the yacht, where a sensual scene was unfolding.

A middle-aged man with thinning hair is embracing a woman in a bikini, his hands wandering erratically.

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Fang Cheng looked away, losing interest in watching any further.

In the darkness, his eyes shone brightly. He seemed to have thought of something and immediately opened the panel.

A pale blue screen quietly unfolded before my eyes.

【Strength: 60】

[Agility: 60]

[Physique: 59]

【Spirit: 60】

His gaze fell on the mental attribute column, and when he saw the number "60", Fang Cheng thought to himself:
"really……"

Once again, he defeated the Crimson Eye on a conscious level, purified its pollution, further strengthened his spiritual energy, and made his will even more resolute.

This is reflected in the panel attributes as an increase in numerical values.

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, feeling gratified but not surprised.

This was a natural progression. Even without this unexpected event, with consistent daily meditation, he could have overcome this hurdle.

What excited him even more was that, so far, three of the four attributes had successfully broken through the 60-point limit.

Only one physical condition remains!

Fang Cheng's thoughts shifted slightly as he glanced at the scrolling notifications on the panel indicating increases in attributes and experience.

Suddenly, it stopped on one of them.

Boxing Experience +30

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly.

Can combat at the level of consciousness really improve one's fighting skills?

I recall the scene in that blood-red space.

When he unleashes his "infinite combo," his punching speed is virtually limitless.

With just a burning fighting spirit, he pushed his physical abilities to an unprecedented peak.

It even completely surpasses physical limitations, unleashing power and speed tens or even hundreds of times greater than the limits of the human body.

The exhilarating feeling of blasting an entire space apart is something you can never experience in the real world.

It seems that each time he beats up Crimson Eye, it's equivalent to undergoing an extreme combat training session in the mental space.

"That's not bad either."

Fang Cheng's lips curled up slightly.

As for those hidden negative impacts?
At worst, we'll just beat them up a few more times.

....................................

Xishan, Xiao Family Ancestral Temple.

The ancestral hall remained quiet and serene, with candles burning silently.

"puff--"

Xiao Linye, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, suddenly shuddered, his face instantly turning from red to green, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with astonishment and disbelief.

The secret technique has backfired!

The terrifying final scene from just now still lingered in my mind.

Following his intuition, he successfully tracked down the consciousness fluctuations belonging to "White Owl".

A flicker of joy rose in his heart, and he concentrated all his spiritual energy into a blood-curse spear, which he then thrust forward fiercely.

To his surprise, the end of the passage did not lead to the weak soul he had expected, but to a gigantic monster with eyes as large as a blood-red sun.

He didn't even have time to react.

boom!
The feeling was like a high-speed train crashing head-on into a solid mountain.

With the deafening roar of a car crash, the thought of pursuing the car vanished instantly.

My consciousness spun around and was instantly bounced back into my body.

This is... the power of the White Owl?

Do not!
Xiao Linye was slightly out of breath, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

That enormous red eyeball was clearly the manifestation of the "Crimson Eye"!
But...why?
I was clearly targeting Bai Xiao's consciousness fluctuations, so how did it connect to the Crimson Eye?
Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he thought of a possibility.

Could it be that the guy named White Owl has been completely devoured by the Crimson Eye and become a part of it?

"Humph!"

Having figured this out, the astonishment on Xiao Linye's face slowly faded, replaced by a hint of mockery:
"You overestimating yourself! How could a mere mortal like you possibly dare to touch such a forbidden artifact as the Crimson Eye..."

Xiao Linye finally smiled and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Now that it has been confirmed that the Crimson Eye has not been destroyed, all that is needed is to arrange for people to secretly search for its whereabouts in the Eastern Capital.

(End of this chapter)