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Chapter 486 Vitality in the Inner World, Golden Halo

Late at night, in the presidential suite of the Four Seasons Hotel.

The velvet curtains were drawn tightly, completely blocking out the outside light.

The entire room seemed to have turned into a dark shadow, barely revealing the luxurious outline of the furniture inside.

The sofa became a blurry block, the LCD TV screen went out, and the crystal chandelier lost its brilliance, appearing dim.

In the next bedroom, Lin Chuqiao and Bailing were already fast asleep, their breathing even and slow.

From Pan Wendi's room, the faint sound of a game beeping could be heard, and a faint cold light from a mobile phone screen could be seen through the crack in the door.

For safety reasons, the four of them specifically chose to stay together in this multi-bedroom suite.

In this way, if there is any disturbance, they can look out for each other and evacuate quickly.

This also minimizes the risk of unexpected events during the dispersion process.

At this moment, Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the large bed in the master bedroom, completely still.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his breathing was long and shallow.

It felt as if I wasn't sitting on a soft bed, but rather in a deep, boundless void of space.

In the early hours of the morning, the city outside the window had already fallen into a deep sleep.

The shimmering Emerald Lake during the day has turned into a bottomless darkness.

Only a few lights flickered on the lake, like twinkling stars in the sky.

In the midst of complete silence, a faint light quietly appeared between Fang Cheng's brows.

That's what Taoists call the "Lingtai," and modern medicine considers it the location of the "pineal gland."

The light was initially extremely dim, like a candle flickering in the wind.

But in an instant, it stabilized and transformed into a cluster of quietly burning golden flames.

The flame core is stable, and the halo is soft.

Then, the cluster of flames seemed to come alive, and the light began to spread outwards.

Like mercury spilling onto the ground, it flowed silently over his forehead, the bridge of his nose, and his face...

Within seconds, it spread throughout the entire body, to every limb and bone.

A layer as thin as a cicada's wing, like flowing golden flames, adhered to the surface of his skin.

Fang Cheng radiated a soft and bright aura, like a gilded statue.

This flame was completely different from the raging, destructive flames of battle.

It appeared incredibly gentle and serene, with not even a flickering flame in sight.

The reflected light resembled ribbons slowly drifting in the darkness.

If you look closely, you can see that the light rays are composed of billions of tiny light particles that are constantly annihilated and reborn, following some mysterious trajectory.

To be precise, it's more like radiation formed by a stream of high-energy particles than a flame in the conventional sense.

This magical and tranquil flame did not emit the slightest heat.

The clothes covering it and the sheets beneath it were all intact and did not cause any damage to the surrounding things.

It was as if all of this was just an illusory light and shadow effect.

however.

Beneath this seemingly calm surface, deep within Fang Cheng's consciousness, a magnificent upheaval comparable to the creation of the world is taking place.

In the interior world.

Fang Cheng's will transformed into a sun, hanging high in the sky.

He looked down at the island floating in the endless darkness below.

The island has undulating mountains and clear flowing rivers.

The world he created is now shrouded in a light drizzle.

The rain may not seem heavy, but it has lasted for more than ten hours.

Fang Cheng sensed something was amiss when Lin Chuqiao treated his injuries during the day.

From that very moment, the first drop of rain was born from nothingness and has been falling steadily ever since.

The rain, fine as cow's hair and with a faint golden halo, fell from the clouds below the sun, evenly sprinkling every corner of this barren land.

This is not ordinary rain, but a manifestation of some higher level of energy.

Every raindrop that touches the parched soil instantly melts away, transforming into wisps of warm energy that seep into the earth.

As the rains fell, patches of green gradually began to sprout on the once barren wasteland.

As time went by, sparse buds pushed aside the pebbles, delicate vines climbed up the mountainside, and patches of green grass grew along the riverbank.

It was as if a vibrant life force was spreading along the path of the rain, gradually turning the entire barren island green.

Even that abandoned mental hospital located in the northwest corner of the island.

Now, washed by the rain, the mottled marks on the exterior walls have faded considerably.

A few tendrils of vines sprouted from the cracks in the corner of the wall, adding a touch of greenery to the dilapidated building.

Fang Cheng gazed at this scene, so different from the past, and seemed to understand something.

"I see……"

His whispers echoed in the void, carrying a hint of sudden enlightenment.

Master Ma Jianguo once said that to reach the level of inner vision manifesting outward, one needs to constantly nourish the inner vision world with one's own true energy, making it continuously more solid.

At the same time, we must constantly verify our own path in reality, so that the will of our "true self" becomes more and more firm.

Special Investigations Captain Shi Chengyi also taught that the core of perfecting the inner world lies in "the unity of knowledge and action".

When the "action" in reality aligns with the "Tao" in the inner world, the world will gradually transform from the abstract to the concrete.

Just last night, in his spiritual realm, he unleashed the power of thunder and shattered Xuanzhen's Soul Devouring Domain.

This "journey" perfectly embodies the domineering and ruthless aspect of the "Path of the Sun".

As a result, his martial arts will became increasingly fervent and refined, and his skills and experience in "boxing," "qigong," and other areas increased significantly.

But domineering and scorching are not the whole picture of the sun.

As Shi Chengyi said:
"The way of the sun has two sides."

"On one side, it burns away all gloom and darkness; on the other side, it shines upon all things and bestows blessings upon all living beings."

When Fang Cheng killed the wicked Xuanzhen, the souls that had been imprisoned for countless years were finally freed.

Before they dissipated, they felt the purest gratitude and sense of liberation towards him, their "liberator," which coalesced into an immense force of aspiration.

This willpower is different from the spiritual energy that was previously obtained and refined from the consciousness of worshippers.

From a metaphysical perspective, it should be defined as a kind of "merit," or a positive karmic force.

It is purer and more creative than the "worship power" of ordinary believers, and is precisely the best catalyst to give the world "life".

It was precisely because of this that the abundant rain lasted for more than ten hours.

Fang Cheng composed himself, descended from the heavens, and transformed into a physical form, walking on the land soaked by the golden spiritual rain.

The raindrops fell on him, but he didn't get wet at all.

Instead, it transforms into the purest spiritual energy, merging into the body and bringing a refreshing feeling of the soul being cleansed.

He was barefoot, stepping on the damp, black soil.

The land beneath my feet is no longer a vague concept, but has a more real texture. The soil exudes a scent mixed with rainwater and green grass, full of a primitive and refreshing fragrance.

Fang Cheng squatted down and gently stroked the ground with his hand.

Where my fingertips touched, a patch of gray-green velvet-like lichen clung stubbornly to the surface of the soil.

On a rock not far away, a few dark green mosses were greedily drinking in the rainwater, radiating an unprecedented glow of life.

These are the first touches of green born in the interior world.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered as he looked in the direction the lichen and moss were spreading.

On the plain near the foot of the mountain, a large patch of tender green weeds had already sprouted from the soil.

Although sparse and short, they stretched out into a meadow, swaying gently in the drizzle.

It was as if they were offering the most humble greetings to their creator.

Fang Cheng walked slowly forward, bent down, and brushed his fingertips across the tip of a blade of grass.

The slightly cool touch and the faint pulse of life contained in the leaves were clearly transmitted to my senses.

"It's alive..."

Fang Cheng murmured to himself, a surge of indescribable joy welling up inside him.

This joy is different from the thrill of defeating a powerful enemy, and also different from the satisfaction of acquiring wealth.

It is purer, more fundamental, and reaches the deepest part of the soul.

Sow the seeds of life with your own hands and witness the world's transformation from barbarism to prosperity.

This is the supreme bliss that only the Creator is entitled to enjoy.

Fang Cheng continued along the newly grown grassland and came to the winding river.

The river water was clearer than ever before, and the babbling sound of the flowing water rang out in the rain, melodious and pleasant.

Even in the shallow waters near the shore, several aquatic plants that had just sprouted new buds could be seen.

The only regret is that no animals like fish or shrimp appeared.

Fang Cheng looked up and gazed upstream along the river.

Then, on the damp hillside, they were pleasantly surprised to find several stubbornly upright saplings.

Judging from those needle-like leaves, it seems to be a pine tree.

They are only half a meter tall, and their trunks are only as thick as a finger, but they look very vibrant in the rain.

It seems to be gathering strength, preparing to grow into a towering tree in the future.

The entire interior world seemed to be slowly awakening in the misty drizzle.

Fang Cheng opened his arms, tilted his head back, and closed his eyes.

Let the raindrops, brimming with vitality, fall on your face and fully enjoy the joy.

An unprecedented sense of fulfillment and self-sufficiency filled my entire soul.

It felt as if my will was closely connected with this world, and the nourishment of every inch of land and the unfolding of every tender bud were part of my body breathing and growing.

In this resonance of coexistence of all things, Fang Cheng suddenly sensed an unusual pull.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and following his senses, he turned his consciousness back to the sun high in the sky.

At the core of the sun, the originally indifferent and majestic golden pupil now possessed an indescribable liveliness and brilliance.

The pupils slowly rotated, reflecting the scene of the world below where all things were just beginning to be born.

The emotions contained within are no longer simply the majestic power of heaven, but rather a greater sense of compassion and tolerance from the Creator.

"Domineering" and "vitality".

"Destruction" and "Creation".

At this moment, the two sides of the Sun's Way finally achieved a preliminary balance and harmony.

Fang Cheng suddenly realized that this was his true self and martial spirit.

Meanwhile, in the master bedroom of a hotel in the real world.

Fang Cheng sat upright on the bed, the soft golden flames on his body still burning quietly.

As the inner world evolves vibrantly, this layer of light also subtly changes.

It no longer merely adheres to the skin's surface, but begins to expand outward, forming a constantly rotating golden halo approximately two meters in diameter.

Fang Cheng was completely enveloped in it.

Countless mysterious light particles rise and fall, annihilate and are reborn within it, like a miniature nebula.

If we shift our perspective to the microscopic level, we can see an even more breathtaking scene.

Under the radiation of the flame, hundreds of trillions of cells in Fang Cheng's body were rapidly dividing, regenerating, and recombining.

During this process, the filamentous chromatin within the cell nucleus emits a faint glow.

The light, like crystal-clear liquid flame, gathered in the muscles, tendons, and internal organs of the body, forming bright spots of light.

The golden flames emanating from Fang Cheng's body originated from these countless lit "spots of light".

Among them, the area with the most concentrated and brightest light spots is located in the center of the brain.

Its brilliance was like a dazzling sun.

Moreover, it seems that all the light spots appearing on other parts of the body are reflected and generated by this "sun".

Guided by it, it accelerated the repair of damage to various parts of the body without even using the true qi in the dantian.

Beneath the bandages on his right arm, the muscle tissue that had been cut by the spatial rift was now visibly wriggling and healing.

At the tiny cracks in the bones, countless points of light converge, continuously permeate, and condense, repairing and reconstructing along the crack lines.

If a high-ranking Tantric monk were here, he would probably be dumbfounded by the extraordinary phenomenon that Fang Cheng was exhibiting at this moment.

This is because it is precisely the highest state that practitioners dream of, as recorded in the tantras of the Highest Yoga Tantra—"the indestructible bindu."

It is a high-level condensation of spiritual and physical energy, and a manifestation of the fundamental power of life.

In Tantric practice, practitioners need to chant mantras and form mudras, and through the three secrets of body, speech, and mind, they can attain this incredible and wondrous state.

After visualizing the bindu (light point), the next object of visualization is the guru, yidam, wrathful deity, consort, etc., which are formed by the convergence of the bindu and have specific forms.

What Fang Cheng visualized was not the image of the guru or deity as is common in Tantric Buddhism, but rather the radiant sun in his own inner world.

In the dark room, he sat regally within a golden halo, like a deity residing at the core of the sun.

His body radiated endless light and majesty, creating an indescribable oppressive aura.

Behind his head, the light projected by the "sun" of his spiritual platform vaguely coalesced into an even more dazzling, almost tangible, golden halo.

The vibrant life force of the inner world is continuously flowing into the body through the transformation of countless bright points, precisely repairing the damage in various parts of the physical body.

Every cell in Fang Cheng's body was cheering and eagerly welcoming this life-giving rain that originated from the depths of his soul.

At the same time, a pale blue light flashed continuously before my eyes, and a series of prompts flashed by.

[You are transforming your inner world; life energy is surging, nourishing your physical body, and your constitution has increased by 0.001.]

[You are transforming your inner world; life energy is surging, nourishing your physical body, and your constitution has increased by 0.001.]

[Your Qigong skill practice experience +1]

[Your visualization skill practice has gained +1 experience]

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(End of this chapter)