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A fierce wind howled and swept past from high above.

Fang Cheng spread his arms, letting the strong airflow lift his body, and floated quietly in the clouds thousands of meters above the ground.

He lowered his head, his gaze sweeping down as if surveying a miniature sand table, examining the world beneath his feet, a world created by his own will.

After this period of energy feedback and vitality evolution, this once barren land has undergone earth-shattering changes.

The dark brown soil surface is now completely covered by thick green vegetation.

The mountains are no longer barren and rugged; countless tall pines and cypresses take root in the crevices of the rocks, their canopies intertwined, forming a sea of ​​trees that undulates with the wind.

The river that runs through the island has also become wider, its waters rushing and flowing endlessly.

Fang Cheng shifted his gaze to the edge of the western corner of the island.

The abandoned mental hospital, a product of memory, had large patches of green vines growing at its base.

Vines climbed up the cracks in the bricks and stones, and crept into the dilapidated window frames, adding a touch of life to this otherwise lifeless building.

Fang Cheng keenly noticed this.

The light barrier blocking the chaotic black mist advanced dozens of meters outwards.

The earth is constantly annihilated and reborn in the clash between light and darkness, and finally stubbornly snatches a new ring of soil from nothingness.

The island's terrain has indeed expanded somewhat, and it is becoming increasingly vibrant with life.

But a thoughtful look flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes.

Aside from the lush vegetation and expansion of the area, this interior world seems to have entered a period of gradual accumulation.

There was no special qualitative change similar to species evolution or terrain reorganization.

"Where exactly did things change..."

Fang Cheng muttered to himself, but his voice was quickly carried away by the wind.

He pondered for a moment, then raised his right hand and gently waved it toward the sky.

The golden sun, hanging in the center of the sky, began to spin with a roar.

The blinding flames rapidly receded inward, and the entire world instantly darkened.

The deep shadows rolled upwards from the island's perimeter, swallowing the entire sky in seconds.

Behind the mountain ridge, a waning moon slowly rises.

The moonlight, tinged with a faint blood-red hue, cast a cool, crimson glow upon the forest and the water.

Immediately afterwards, tiny lights began to appear one after another in the pitch-black sky.

Countless points of light are arranged in a staggered pattern along a fixed trajectory, resembling a sky full of stars.

This is the star map of the main hall's dome, projected in its entirety onto this world.

Each star is connected to an invisible spiritual thread, corresponding to the consciousness coordinates of each believer, and linking to the original being at the source.

Fang Cheng strolled among the clouds, his gaze slowly sweeping across the entire starry sky.

The stars in the center of the star field are the brightest and most stable, corresponding to the consciousness of Wen Xin, Xu Hao, Xiao Sa, and others.

The outer ring contains the light spots belonging to Lin Chuqiao and the professor.

Further out at the edge of the star field are a group of Inhumans who have recently joined the Illuminati.

The total number of stars did not change significantly, except for a few faint points of light representing ordinary believers.

A hint of doubt appeared between Fang Cheng's brows. He was about to look away when he suddenly stopped.

At the edge of his field of vision, on the distant horizon, he noticed something quite different.

Fang Cheng stopped and looked around.

With the aid of mental power, the viewing distance was instantly shortened.

Right at the edge of the main starry sky, four stars were clearly suspended.

They are close together, forming a small, independent star cluster.

The four stars appeared exceptionally dim, almost imperceptible, as if they were about to fall.

What surprised Fang Cheng even more was the texture of the light they emitted.

It was neither the soft white light of ordinary believers nor the pure golden light of fanatical believers, but a dark and murky red.

Even from a great distance, one can still feel its charm.

It was an extremely pure, even frantic, will to survive.

Fang Cheng felt a sense of doubt.

He stared at the relatively brightest of the four stars.

As thoughts flashed through his mind, a wisp of condensed spiritual energy separated out, transforming into invisible tentacles.

Its tentacles extend forward, piercing through the void, attempting to establish a stable link with that star.

"Om-"

The moment the mental tendrils approached the star cluster, they were met with a solid and heavy barrier.

Fang Cheng suddenly felt a sharp pain deep in his brain.

This barrier is completely different from the subconscious barrier in the supernatural.

The barrier of the extraordinary beings originates from their bloodline and is imbued with the will to fight back from higher-dimensional beings.

It carries both the connotation of protecting one's bloodline and descendants, and the connotation of enslaving and imprisoning them.

The obstacle before us exhibits an absolute rejection.

It's like two different worlds being forcibly squeezed together, with violent spatial turbulence filling the space between them.

Each step forward in mental strength requires dozens of times more energy than usual.

The raging torrents, like countless files, constantly eroded the edges of the spiritual tendrils, with a faint tendency to shred them.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, then he withdrew his consciousness and flashed away.

The howling wind disappeared from my ears, and a hard sensation came from the soles of my feet.

He was already standing in the center of the golden palace.

The massive load-bearing columns stand majestically, their surfaces shimmering with golden light.

Fang Cheng took a step, his boots making a dull echo as they stepped on the obsidian tiles.

He walked up the steps along the wide passage, turned and sat on the golden throne, his arms resting naturally on the armrests.

Fang Cheng raised his head, his gaze piercing through the towering dome of the palace, and once again locked onto the four dark red stars.

"Now that we're connected to the solar network, there's no reason for us to be blocked from the outside."

He spoke softly, then his eyes narrowed, and he completely released the restrictions on the inner world.

The entire golden palace trembled slightly, as if it were experiencing a medium-sized earthquake.

The stars above the dome flickered intensely, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

The golden sun, hidden beneath the night sky, was summoned by the will of the sovereign and unleashed an overwhelming pressure.

The core of the sun is operating at high speed, rumbling and vibrating, and bursting forth with layers of magnificent corona.

Hundreds and thousands of golden threads gushed forth from the sun's interior, stretching across the heavens and earth.

Fang Cheng sat on the throne, his thoughts constantly gathering.

These rays of light rapidly converged and compressed in the void, eventually fusing into a golden arrow that appeared almost tangible.

The long arrow stretched for hundreds of meters, its surface burning with scorching solar fire, exuding unparalleled power and dominance.

Fang Cheng remained calm, with two golden flames flickering deep within his pupils.

"break!"

A golden arrow tore through the night sky, trailing a long fiery tail, and plunged fiercely into the world barrier.

"Crack—"

With a teeth-grinding cracking sound, the arrowhead rubbed against the barrier, sending up a shower of golden sparks.

The intense heat of the sun's true fire was also rapidly incinerating the surrounding spatial turbulence.

Fang Cheng seized that slight opening and struck the arrow's tail repeatedly with his will like a heavy hammer.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the barrier. Finally, a narrow gap was forcibly forced open.

Fang Cheng's consciousness followed the passage opened by the long arrow, traversing the distant void, and sank directly into that dark red star.

The surrounding scenery suddenly twisted wildly, the vibrant colors shattered into chaotic lines, and rushed backward at high speed.

The feeling of weightlessness comes quickly and goes quickly.

In an instant, the surrounding environment returned to normal.

Fang Cheng calmed himself down, and a pungent smell immediately entered his nasal cavity.

It was a strange smell, a mixture of engine oil and some kind of putrid meat.

He carefully observed his surroundings through the eyes of this unfamiliar body.

The light was dim, and the air was damp and murky.

This is an extremely open underground space, and its overall structure closely resembles an air-raid shelter from wartime.

Thick metal pipes crisscross overhead, their walls covered with mottled dark red rust.

Unidentified lichens and mosses grew extensively in the corners of the wall, shimmering with a faint green light and outlining the dim environment.

There is an extreme lack of lighting facilities here.

Only a few checkpoints were marked by tangled wires and a few dusty old light bulbs hanging from them.

Occasionally, poor wiring contact causes a hissing electrical noise, and the lights flicker.

Visible dust floated in the air, and the muffled roar of a generator running could be heard continuously in the distance.

Amidst the mechanical noise, there were bursts of violent coughing and the sound of hoes digging the ground.

Not far away, several men wrapped in tattered leather coats gathered around a rusty gasoline drum.

Inside the barrel, unidentified discarded items were burning, with wisps of black smoke slowly rising and spreading.

The entire environment appeared exceptionally harsh.

Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze and focused his attention on the body he was currently in.

"Myself" was kneeling on a metal plate, his knees pressing against the cold, hard protrusions, sending waves of soreness through him.

Her hands were clasped together in front of her chest; the backs of her hands were fair but covered with tiny cuts.

The skeleton is small, clearly belonging to a female body.

Directly in front of you is a statue that is only the size of a palm.

The statue is made of ordinary wood, the carving is crude, and it is very old.

It's barely discernible that it's dressed in thorny bushes, and its base is engraved with wave patterns symbolizing flames.

"The blazing sun that dispels the gloom... the savior who burns away demons..."

The sound of prayer came from the body's throat, tinged with weariness.

Fang Cheng heard that familiar voice, combined with the highly recognizable wasteland living environment around him.

The answer has surfaced.

It's Iraq.

The girl with telekinesis was one of the hunters he rescued from a horde of monsters.

As for this place, it is clearly the underground stronghold they described back then, Iron City.

Fang Cheng sat upright on the golden throne.

He looked through Ira's eyes at this group of humans struggling to survive in the apocalypse, and listened to their curses over the food problem.

Two vastly different worlds are displayed in perfect synchronization in my mind.

Fang Cheng suddenly felt enlightened.

I've actually established a spiritual connection with the natives of another world!
Back in the Otherworld, he took action to kill those monsters and avert the hunter team's impending doom.

To these desperate wasteland inhabitants, such overwhelming power was almost equivalent to the descent of a god.

Their fanatical faith, born on the brink of life and death, combined with the powerful image they left in their subconscious, actually penetrated the barriers of the world and left clear coordinates in the inner starry sky.

This is absolutely a huge surprise.

Fang Cheng's thoughts suddenly stopped.

The green moss and underground space before my eyes rippled like water before quickly fading and disappearing.

Our gaze returned to the empty and silent golden hall.

Fang Cheng leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the four stars at the edge of the dome, his mind rapidly calculating their value.

This means that he has essentially planted four mobile "true eyes" in that world full of monsters, radiation, and unknown resources.

If I need to travel through time again in the future, I can obtain the high-level materials unique to the other world.

The coordinate anchor points and real-time intelligence provided by these four believers will play an immeasurable role.

As his thoughts wandered, Fang Cheng recalled the strangeness he had sensed when he descended upon Ira.

On the surface of Ira's spiritual body, there was a dense layer of black spots.

These spots, like parasites, slowly wriggled and constantly gnawed at her mental energy.

It seems to be the pervasive high-dimensional pollution in the wasteland world, or the negative effects accumulated from the long-term overexertion of the superhumans' mental energy.

If left unchecked, Ira's sanity will eventually be consumed by these black spots.

She will likely become a mindless wasteland monster, and the star that represents her will be extinguished.

Fang Cheng straightened up from the throne.

Now that the two-way link has been formally established, the role that the Sun Heart Network can play is certainly not limited to this.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng immediately raised his right hand, his palm pointing towards the dark red star representing Iraq.

Then, the five fingers suddenly tightened, making a pulling motion back.

The Sun's Heart Network responded instantly.

Fang Cheng used the entire inner world as a power source, transforming the cross-border passage into a powerful spiritual pump.

A powerful suction force traveled along the passage and pierced directly into the depths of Ira's consciousness.

The other world, the underground metropolis.

Ira, who was praying with her eyes closed, suddenly stiffened, and the prayer in her throat stopped.

She felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her brain, as if it were being pricked with needles.

It seemed that something was being peeled away by an irresistible force.

The black spots attached to Ira's spiritual body clung tightly to her consciousness.

But faced with the terrifying suction of the solar core, these contaminants resisted for only half a second before being uprooted.

They were completely extracted from Ira's body through the mental pathways.

The pain lasted only a moment.

As the last black spot was removed, an unprecedented sense of ease swept over my entire body.

My mind became clearer than ever before, and the sluggishness I used to experience when channeling my mental energy disappeared.

Those crazy thoughts that had plagued her for years and caused her splitting headaches every night seemed to have been removed as well.

Ira suddenly opened her eyes, her amber pupils trembling violently.

She looked at her hands in disbelief, feeling the long-lost lightness within her body.

This is not an illusion.

"Gods...you heard my cry..."

Ira's body trembled uncontrollably, and her eyes instantly reddened.

She pressed her upper body tightly against the cold, damp iron plate, her forehead touching the ground, and began to pray anew in an extremely humble posture.

This time, when she closed her eyes.

What appeared in my mind was no longer the darkness of the wasteland, nor that crude wooden sculpture.

A golden sun, burning with endless flames, was rising in the deepest recesses of her consciousness. (End of Chapter)