CHAPTER 822: CHAPTER 427

Tick.

Tick.

In the darkness, water droplets occasionally fell, creating a soft echo in the Water Prison deep within the mountain.

This place seemed like a corner forgotten by the world.

The only connection to the outside world came from a narrow crevice in the rock ceiling above.

Light seeped in from there, slowly moving across the stone wall, completing a trajectory—a day.

Sunset and moonrise, day and night alternated.

Who knows how long had passed.

When the outside sky changed from deep black to the white of dawn, the outline of the village at the foot of the mountain emerged in the morning light.

A new ray of light once again seeped in, just in time to shine on the figure at the center of the stone platform.

As if it were a predetermined signal.

And at that moment, on Fang Cheng’s body, a pure and intense golden flame suddenly surged upward!

In the Consciousness World, the long-lasting war reached its conclusion.

The shadows of fists and flames danced wildly, almost burning the entire sky to nothingness.

Under the blessing of the ancestor’s will, Fang Cheng’s punch speed had reached an unimaginable level, each strike containing overwhelming power.

He was no longer simply throwing punches, but establishing his own order on this chaotic battlefield with his Martial Arts!

"Ah—"

With a roar from the depths of his soul, Fang Cheng gave everything he had in one final punch.

The fist, wrapped in golden flames, pierced through the core of the Deep Red Eye.

Boom!

The violent aftermath of the Fist Power instantly transformed into a heatwave that evaporated the blue ocean attempting to engulf everything.

The entire torn world shattered like an overwhelmed mirror.

The blue phantom and the Deep Red Eye vanished into the void amidst unwilling wails with the collapse of the world.

The surroundings returned to absolute darkness and stillness.

Fang Cheng’s consciousness hovered in it, a feeling of unprecedented wonder permeating his soul.

He felt the last barrier between him and the Spiritual Fire had vanished.

Or rather, at this moment, he was the fire.

Fire is me, I am fire.

No need for words, no need for distinction.

"Is this the success of Establishing Intent?"

The moment this thought arose, Fang Cheng tried to "visualize" himself.

And so he "saw" it.

In this boundless void, a pure and flawless golden fireball was burning fiercely.

Within the flames, there was no longer a trace of red impurities representing madness and chaos.

Countless golden rays shot out like substantial arrows, driving away the dark mist and opening up a vast Light Domain.

Simultaneously, he also "saw" himself.

Suspended in the center of this Light Domain, like a newly rising sun.

The only light, the only truth, the only ruler in this world.

Back in reality, as he sat cross-legged on the stone platform, the radiant golden light emanating from him illuminated the entire dark Water Prison as bright as day.

The light dispelled the coldness, casting clear shadows on the etched stone walls.

With a slight thought, the panel silently appeared.

[Meditation Experience +125]

[Meditation lv2 (448/500)]

[Congratulations, your will has withstood extreme tempering, Spirit Attribute increased by 3 points]

In just one seclusion, the Meditation Skill skyrocketed by over a hundred Experience Points.

Moreover, just after his Spirit Attribute broke through the 60-point threshold, it surged again to 63 points.

Fang Cheng’s consciousness slowly "awakened" from that harmonious state, beginning to examine himself.

His Spirit was clearer than ever, and his will refined as steel—these were the benefits from successful Establishing Intent.

According to Ma Jianguo’s set goals, achieving this step in this seclusion and Cultivation was a complete success.

But Fang Cheng was not satisfied.

In a sense, he had taken a shortcut.

This long Visualization battle felt more like a spiritual cleansing.

His own strength had not seen a qualitative leap to match, and the Deep Red Eye flesh in his body was far from fully digested.

If the victory of the Spirit cannot be converted to physical mastery, it remains an illusion.

Furthermore, once this peak state of breaking down to rebuild is interrupted, it would be difficult to re-enter next time.

Fang Cheng’s eyes hardened, and the battle intent that had just calmed reignited.

Then continue!

According to Ma Jianguo, after Establishing Intent comes Shaping Realm.

However, given his unique situation, how should he proceed?

Fang Cheng’s gaze focused, examining the vast and empty Light Domain he just created.

Is he supposed to create from chaos here?

Just as he pondered, a strong sense of resonance came from a corner of the void.

With Fang Cheng’s thoughts shifting, the will incarnated as the "sun" suddenly cast in that direction.

Just beyond the Light Domain, in the dark and deep world, the outline of a grand palace slowly appeared.

It was his "Memory Palace."

In the past, this palace only existed passively.

But now, guided by this newly born "sun," it seemed like a giant ship that had found its course, responding to the call from the void, began to actively steer toward the Light Domain.

During its voyage, obstacles appeared one after another.

First, black clouds formed from countless chaotic thoughts surged forth, attempting to obscure its path, trying to make it lost in the void.

Then, a howling storm arose out of nowhere, tearing at the palace, as if to disassemble it into pieces.

Lastly, massive waves carried negative emotions, rising sky-high, repeatedly crashing against the palace, trying to drag it into the Abyss of despair.