Chapter 1583 - 760:

Chapter 1583: Chapter 760:

This sudden shout attracted sideways glances from several people nearby.

Lord Bao rolled his eyes secretly, surprised that this little brother from India was even better at flattery than himself.

Fang Cheng stood up, walked around the wide desk, and came to face everyone.

Then he smiled, raised his hand, and patted each of them twice on the shoulder: Old Wolf, Lord Bao, Xiao Bei, and others, before speaking:

"We’re all brothers now; no need to be so dramatic."

"Besides, ’White Ghost’ is just a nickname I casually picked while handling matters outside. My real name is Fang Cheng, and you can just call me Chairman within the organization."

"Ah, so Chairman, your surname is Fang; what a good name—square and upright, honest and reliable. It sounds bright and grand!"

Lord Bao was the quickest to react, immediately climbing the ladder with a smile that squeezed his chubby cheeks together.

Old Wolf and Xiao Bei also followed suit, calling him Chairman.

Da, Er, and Ah San shouted louder, fearing they’d miss out on credit if they were late.

Lin Chuqiao and Ye Zhiran stood behind Fang Cheng, watching the newly joined companions, and gently clapped their hands in welcome.

"Welcome to the Illuminati! Tonight, the Chairman will arrange a welcome feast for everyone to lighten the mood," Lin Chuqiao added with a bright smile.

Upon hearing about food and drinks, Da and Xiao Bei immediately rubbed their hands in excitement.

The spacious office instantly erupted with laughter and cheers.

The earlier barriers and mistrust completely dissipated in this atmosphere of easygoing laughter.

.........

Late at night.

Sea Sky Garden, utterly silent.

The curtains were drawn tight, practically blocking out the halo from the streetlights outside.

The entire room seemed to turn into a shadow, barely sketching the outlines of the furniture inside.

Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, as if suspended in the depths of the universe,

The point between his brows faintly projected oscillating points of light, while his entire body was shrouded in a layer of pale golden flame.

The dancing flame cast a mysterious hue over his face.

Like a god sitting in the void.

Suddenly, his eyelids trembled, and he opened his eyes abruptly.

Two streaks of lightning seemed to flash through the dim bedroom, illuminating the immediate area in snowy brightness, causing the very air to tremble for a moment.

Simultaneously, the golden flame engulfing him quickly receded like a tide, completely absorbed into his body.

Fang Cheng gently exhaled, focusing his gaze ahead.

In the darkness, a few lines of blue glowing text appeared slowly.

[Visualization Experience +3]

[Visualization Level 3 (876/1000)]

"Practicing skills at home still yields less experience." Fang Cheng whispered to himself, then turned, reached for the phone lying next to the pillow, and pressed the power button.

The screen lit up, and the glaring white light dispelled the surrounding darkness.

The time showed 0:35; it was already the middle of the night.

This morning at the Jinshui Fish Market Headquarters Building, he met Old Wolf and others, inviting them to officially join the Illuminati.

In the evening, Lin Chuqiao booked a private room at a nearby high-end seafood restaurant for a welcome banquet.

During the banquet, everyone was lively, completely shedding any sense of restraint.

Old Wolf and Lord Bao bragged about past martial world experiences, while Da and Er heartily engaged in drinking games.

Lin Chuqiao and the Professor occasionally chimed in, discussing recent events in the East Capital and the shift in the situation.

The atmosphere throughout the banquet was very enthusiastic.

After handling a few rounds of toasts, Fang Cheng paid the bill and left early, first sending Lin Chuqiao home before driving back alone to Sea Sky Garden.

Arriving home early, he took a hot shower and meditated in his bedroom for rest.

The four-hour-long cultivation only nudged his skill progress bar by a mere 3 experience points.

It seems aiming for a short-term breakthrough in visualization skills is best done at the undersea ancient city, where retreating in such treacherous conditions is most efficient.

Fang Cheng sat on the bed, deep in thought, replaying the scenes of deep meditation in his mind.

The spirit rain within the inner world continued to fall, though now just a drizzle.

The rain nourished the mountains and forests, resulting in remarkable changes throughout the world.

The oceans encircling the islands continued to expand outward, with the tides ceaselessly pounding the rocks day and night.

At this point, the water area almost doubled the size of the island’s land area.

As for the temple that appeared out of nowhere, and the monks within, they remained the same.

They were like NPCs in a role-playing game, following fixed routines, sweeping the ground with brooms, striking wooden fish, and chanting scriptures.

Everyone repeated the same actions over and over, unable to engage in effective communication.

Fang Cheng attempted to converse, with the other party at best pausing their activity, clasping their hands together, and responding with a dull expression:

"Hello, benefactor. Please go inside for incense."

In return, only a few mechanical replies.

Fang Cheng knew that these monks were actually souls residing in the inner world.

They’re only acting on the remnants of instinct from when they were alive, lacking any real self-awareness.

Though the contact failed, Fang Cheng was not disheartened.

Just imagine, if one day he could awaken the consciousness of these lost souls, restoring their spiritual wisdom.

Then, this island in the consciousness world would be akin to the divine kingdom, Buddha Land from mythic legends.

Many religious texts document gods creating their own realm, guiding the souls of believers within, resisting the erosion of time, achieving a form of eternity.

If my inner world could accept and host attracted souls, allowing them to rest here, wouldn’t it equate to interfering in the natural cycle of reincarnation laws?

Just thinking about it felt somewhat insane.

Fang Cheng shook his head, stopping his wandering thoughts, and resisted further exploration.

One bite at a time.

Perhaps only when the visualization skills break through successfully and advance to king-level or mythical level, would he possibly grasp that world-transcending law power.

Fang Cheng stretched his legs, put on slippers, intending to get a drink from the kitchen.

Just as he stood up, a thought flashed through his mind.

A few days ago, Cheng Jiashu chatted with him on TV, mentioning that after advancing to S-Class, his whole spiritual secret realm was restructured.

He even shared a new passcode with great excitement, inviting him to visit when available.

Fang Cheng straightened up, looked at the faint light through the curtain gap, feeling a bit curious.

I wonder what the difference is between his newly constructed spiritual secret realm and my inner world.

Perhaps I’ll check it out now?

With that, Fang Cheng didn’t hesitate, quickly sat down again and closed his eyes.

His lips parted slightly, fluently chanting the complicated spell.

Buzz——

An invisible pulse spread out from Fang Cheng, radiating to the surroundings.

The scene in the bedroom peeled away rapidly like a canvas losing its pigment, plunging into boundless darkness.

In the next moment, Fang Cheng stood re-established, now appearing in a familiar golden hall.

Floating quietly before him, a door emitting colored fluorescent light.

Its appearance resembled the neon signs attracting young customers outside an arcade.

"That guy, why make the secret realm’s door so flashy?" Fang Cheng chuckled and shook his head, stepped forward, raised his hand to push the door, and walked through.

The light and shadow before him twisted and combined, as if falling into a giant kaleidoscope.

Simultaneously, consciousness crossed an invisible barrier, instantly completing the dimensional leap.

Fang Cheng opened his eyes again, his gaze scanned the surroundings quickly, showing a hint of surprise:

"What is this scene?"