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The interior world.

Fang Cheng watched as the black mist was pulled into the main hall along the passage.

The fog churned and rolled in mid-air.

Inside, countless distorted human faces seemed to be silently shrieking, emanating an extremely malevolent aura.

He watched coldly, a thought suddenly stirring within him.

Suddenly, a golden beam of light descended from the sun high in the sky, completely enveloping the black mist.

"Sizzle—"

The piercing sound of burning echoed throughout the hall.

The true fire of the sun is the best at suppressing this kind of yin and cold pollution.

The black mist didn't even have a chance to escape; in a short moment, it was burned to ashes in the high temperature.

The remaining trace of pure spiritual energy was directly absorbed by the Great Sun and transformed into nourishment for the evolution of the inner world.

Fang Cheng sat on the golden throne, looking up at the dome, his gaze fixed on the star of Ira.

Compared to the previous dark and oppressive atmosphere, this star now has a faint golden halo on its surface.

The brightness also increased slightly.

Most importantly, the thread connecting it to the solar plexus has become more secure.

Moreover, after being tempered by the true fire of the sun, the power of will transmitted from the other end of the passage is completely pure and free of any impurities.

Rumbling--

Outside the main hall, the sky was suddenly torn apart, and a thick bolt of lightning flashed across it.

The lightning flashed and illuminated the entire island as bright as day.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled rumble of thunder rolled in, making the stained-glass windows of the palace vibrate.

The inner world absorbed this pure willpower that transcended dimensions, transforming it entirely into fuel that propelled the evolution of heaven and earth.

At the same time, a faint ripple appeared on the surface of the dome at its highest point.

Fang Cheng could vaguely sense it.

It was the gaze cast by a higher-dimensional being from the wasteland world through the remaining cracks in the passage.

However, the other side did not launch an attack across the world barrier.

The cold, greedy gaze retreated swiftly as if it had encountered a branding iron upon touching the barrier constructed by the true fire of the sun, leaving only a brief glimpse.

Fang Cheng listened to the thunder outside the hall and looked up at the edge of the sky that covered the island.

The convergence of laws is subtly emerging in this world.

Perhaps it was because a new energy, completely different from the past, suddenly entered.

The protective barrier surrounding the island shimmered with light and trembled gently.

The surrounding chaotic black mist surged violently, forced back dozens of meters by the power of the barrier.

On the newly exposed dark brown soil, several small cracks meandered and opened up, and clear spring water slowly seeped out from the ground.

The tender green grass seeds that originally only grew on the central plains were swept up by the gale and crossed the boundary to fall on the newly born land.

Once it touches the soil and water, it sprouts and unfolds its leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everything in nature is subject to change.

At this moment, the interior world becomes even more profound and real.

At the same time, several light blue notification messages appeared in front of me.

[You have absorbed cross-dimensional willpower from a distant world for the first time, increasing your skill experience by 50 points.]

[Visualization lv3 (368/1000)]

[You have successfully absorbed the power of will, refined your spiritual energy, and increased your spiritual attribute by 0.001]

[You have successfully absorbed the power of will, refined your spiritual energy, and increased your spiritual attribute by 0.001]

………………

Fang Cheng observed for a moment, then withdrew his gaze.

I have gained a more thorough understanding of the newly developed Sun Heart Network application methods.

The so-called "willpower" and "faith" are by no means a one-way plunder, but a rigorous two-way cyclical system.

This involves both purification and taking, as well as giving back and bestowing.

For believers, they initially contribute their own spiritual energy through faith and prayer.

Fang Cheng extracted it through his mental network and threw it into the Great Sun to temper it, turning it into fuel to expand his inner world and replenish his own spiritual energy.

But this is not about exploiting someone's bones and marrow.

The negative emotions and hidden higher-dimensional pollution accumulated in their subconscious will also be stripped away and purified by the true fire of the sun.

The purified spiritual energy will be stored in the inner world and imprinted with the mark of the Sun's Heart Network.

Once a believer encounters a life-or-death crisis in reality.

The Sun Heart Network can then activate spontaneously, channeling this vibrant energy back into their bodies through the network.

Just like the initiation ritual in Tantric Buddhism, it enhances the spiritual resistance of believers, heals their physical injuries, and even forcibly elevates their physiological functions.

While it cannot provide an instant cure, it can at least alleviate the mental and physical harm suffered by believers.

In a sense, Fang Cheng and all the believers he has connected with have become one on a spiritual level.

However, Fang Cheng is the core main server that hangs high in the sky and oversees the entire situation.

Believers scattered around the world are the peripheral terminals for receiving and sending data.

Everyone, no matter how far apart they are, even across global boundaries, together forms this vast network.

Currently, Fang Cheng is able to remove their mental pollution through the Mind Network.

When the inner world further materializes from the virtual, he can directly extract a wisp of the true fire of the sun or the law of life and airdrop it as "divine grace" so that believers can use extraordinary means in reality.

In particular, it was aimed at Ira and the other three people who were located in the other world.

The wasteland environment is extremely harsh and teeming with monsters.

Besides methods like purifying pollution, it would be even better if they could be directly granted certain special abilities.

This can not only significantly increase their chances of survival, but also subtly deepen the spiritual bond between them.

Over time, they will be completely branded with their own mark and become the most loyal and fanatical believers.

Fang Cheng essentially possessed four pairs of eyes and four pairs of hands in that world.

Even without using the entrance to the ancient civilization ruins, one can use their consciousness as an anchor coordinate to allow one's spirit to directly descend to the other world.

Of course, doing so might attract the attention and hostility of local evil spirits.

But Fang Cheng didn't care at all.

The true way of the sun lies in the coexistence of dominance and vitality.

Those things that lurk in the shadows will eventually become fuel for the great sun to turn.

Fang Cheng leaned back on the throne, his knuckles tapping the golden armrest with a crisp sound.

With a heart full of ambition, his gaze slowly swept across the scattered stars across the entire dome.

Besides the small, dark red star cluster in the other world, the stars representing the believers in this world also shone with a more refined radiance than ever before.

Among them were Wang Li, a new member who had recently joined the Illuminati, and many bystanders who had witnessed Fang Cheng's powerful presence.

Although they were ordinary people, they regarded him as a god-like being, their only salvation.

Even without extraordinary abilities, this collective subconsciousness, gathered together, still provides a stable foundational energy for the solar network, giving the originally illusory dome of starry sky a more substantial feel.

Fang Cheng examined the scene for a moment, gathered his thoughts, and prepared to exit the inner world to rest.

A strange fluctuation suddenly came from the other end of the starry sky dome.

His heart stirred slightly, and he looked up.

A star that was originally faint was now flashing rapidly at an extremely high frequency.

The light flickered, like a candle dying in the wind, seemingly about to be extinguished in the void at any moment.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed as he recognized the coordinates.

It is Cheng Jiashu.

That dazzling superstar in the entertainment industry was once his comrade-in-arms against the "murderer" of the Noah organization.

Previously, Fang Cheng had not formally established a mental link with him. One reason was that Cheng Jiashu was independent, highly vigilant, and had a strong subconscious defense.

On the other hand, the source of his bloodline hides some kind of dangerous and mysterious existence.

Touching it rashly could easily provoke a counterattack from the other party, causing psychological backlash.

But the current flickering frequency means that Cheng Jiashu is in mortal danger.

Fang Cheng could clearly sense that his consciousness was on the verge of collapse.

Although this guy acts in a mysterious way and often speaks in a rambling and nonsensical manner.

Fang Cheng's impression of him was fairly good.

It can be said that Cheng Jiashu was not only a comrade-in-arms, but also a guide who led him to truly step into the circle of supernatural beings and glimpse the tip of the iceberg of the dark world.

Now that the other party is in danger, we naturally cannot choose to sit idly by.

Fang Cheng pondered for a moment, then stood up from the throne.

He no longer cared about the other person's subconscious resistance.

The solar network instantly buzzed and started up at full power again.

The sun roared and shone with dazzling golden light.

An extremely condensed will instantly transformed into a golden arrow, piercing through the dark void and shooting towards the wildly flickering star.

Unexpectedly, this time the arrow struck the star with almost no resistance.

Cheng Jiashu's mental defenses became extremely weak, and many cracks appeared in his originally tight subconscious barrier.

Fang Cheng's consciousness passed through the past smoothly and unimpeded, following that glimmer of hope, and forcefully squeezed into the other party's sea of ​​consciousness.

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"Whoosh-"

A chilling wind howled, rushing straight at our faces.

A bone-chilling cold seeped into the body through the pores of the skin.

Fang Cheng opened his eyes and looked around.

Thick gray fog swirled around me.

The fog, carrying a high level of moisture, condensed into water droplets on the clothes.

The line of sight is thus severely obstructed.

Even with Fang Cheng's powerful mental strength, he could only barely see the scenery within a few dozen meters in front of him.

The path beneath our feet was rugged and uneven, with loose stones rubbing against the soles of our shoes, and twisted, withered trees growing on both sides.

The withered branches stretched into the air like ghostly claws, and when the wind blew, the dead wood rubbed against each other, making a strange "creaking" sound.

"This is?"

Fang Cheng frowned inwardly, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings, his doubts reaching their peak.

This is not a scene from the real world; it's more like a nightmare that has been forcibly implanted.

He twitched his nostrils slightly and sniffed.

Besides the musty smell emanating from the rotting leaves, there was also a faint smell of blood in the air.

Just then, a cacophony of shouts and battle cries pierced through the thick fog and reached their ears.

Faintly, flickering flames could be seen on the mountainside to the upper right.

It appears that a large number of people are engaged in a brawl in the distance.

Without hesitation, Fang Cheng strode forward, stepping on the fallen leaves, following the firelight and the sound.

At the end of the mountain road is a large ancient temple.

At this moment, the ancient temple is suffering a devastating blow.

In mid-air, the sound of air being cut through the air could be heard continuously.

Hundreds of feathered arrows, each with a flaming tail, pierced through the gray mist and fell into the temple, trailing long fiery tails.

The flames instantly licked the dry wooden brackets, turning the roof tiles red with heat.

"Collide!"

With a loud shout, the order was given.

A dozen or so ancient soldiers, clad in heavy armor, joined forces to carry a thick siege log and smashed it against the vermilion temple gate.

With a deafening roar, the heavy copper-clad gate shattered, sending splinters flying everywhere.

The soldiers, like wolves drawn by the scent of blood, brandished their gleaming steel swords and surged into the temple, stepping over the broken doors.

Fang Cheng followed the army with an indifferent expression, stepped over the threshold, and entered the chaotic battlefield.

His gaze swept quickly across the courtyard, which was ablaze with fire, as he tried to spot Cheng Jiashu.

But apart from the frenzied soldiers and the monks waiting to be slaughtered, there was no trace of the target.

Blood quickly covered the blue brick courtyard.

Several young novices were forced into a corner and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.

The soldier swiftly brought down his knife, and warm blood spurted out, instantly staining the gray monk's robe crimson.

The headless corpse convulsed and fell into a pool of blood.

Inside the side hall, several soldiers worked together to pull down the clay Vajra statue on the altar.

The Buddha statue crashed heavily to the ground, shattering into countless pieces of dirt.

The soldier grinned maliciously as he dragged the monk who was hiding under the altar out and hacked him to death with a flurry of blows.

Fang Cheng waded through the slippery blood, avoiding the collapsed pillars of fire, and went straight to the front of the main hall.

On the open ground outside the main hall, hundreds of archers drew their bows and surrounded the hall completely.

Inside the hall, a tall, golden Buddha statue lowered its eyes, looking down at the carnage below.

An old monk wearing a bright red kasaya sat upright on a prayer cushion in front of the Buddha statue.

His eyes were slightly closed, and he was holding a string of blackened Bodhi beads in his hand, chanting scriptures continuously.

His face was withered, and his long beard was all white. Despite the chaos of war and the threat of death, he exuded a unique kind of calm.

Behind the old monk, a dozen or so monks sat cross-legged.

They also clasped their hands together and closed their eyes.

But their trembling shoulders and the cold sweat beading on their foreheads betrayed the fear they were suppressing.

"Tread, step, step..."

The sound of horses' hooves shattered the deathly silence before the palace, their iron hooves pounding heavily on the bluestone slabs.

A burly general, riding a heavily armored warhorse, slowly walked out from the passage cleared by soldiers and strode straight into the main hall.

He wore a beast-devouring chainmail, and dark red blood dripped from the gaps in the armor.

He held a fine iron halberd upside down in his hand, the blade gleaming coldly in the firelight.

The general yanked the reins hard, and the warhorse snorted and stopped in front of the prayer mat.

He looked down at the old monk from his elevated position, his voice deep and resonant like a bell:

"Master Kukai, I'm giving you one last chance. Hand over the Buddhist treasures, and I can spare your lives."

The old monk stopped moving his prayer beads.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze calmly meeting that of the general on horseback. He clasped his hands together and bowed slightly.

"Amitabha, well said, well said. Our temple has nothing of value except these few mutilated bodies. If the general wants them, he may take them."

"You old bald monk, you're asking for death!"

The general flew into a rage, veins bulging on his forehead, and swung his halberd fiercely:

"Kill them all! Dig three feet into the ground, but find the secret treasure His Majesty entrusted to me!"

"Here!"

The surrounding soldiers shouted in unison, gripping their steel swords tightly, ready to step forward and kill.

Just then, a soldier holding a spear turned around and suddenly stopped.

He looked at Fang Cheng, who was standing by the courtyard of the main hall, dressed in an extremely strange style.

The soldier lowered his brow, raised his spear, aimed it at Fang Cheng's chest, and demanded sharply:
"Who are you? Why have you trespassed here?!" (End of Chapter)