He didn’t stop there, still immersed in deep meditation.
He continued to resist the occasional noise and distractions, solidified his cultivation gains, and constantly accumulated experience.
Time silently slipped away in silence.
Outside the window, from the flashing neon of midnight to the tranquility of early morning.
Gradually transitioning to the gray-blue before dawn, until the sky was tinged with the fish-belly white.
The city awakened from its slumber, and sounds of vehicles and people talking began to emerge from the streets.
Then, sunlight pierced through the gap in the curtains, casting a bright streak on the bedroom floor.
As time passed, it slowly shifted, finally reaching Fang Cheng’s face as he sat cross-legged on the bed.
The warm light brought information from the outside, and Fang Cheng’s eyelids moved slightly.
But he did not open his eyes, still maintaining his meditation posture.
The clamor of the outside world and the warmth of the sunlight could not disturb his inner peace at this moment.
After an unknown length of time, when the spiritual power felt saturated, and the effects of the meditation became negligible.
Fang Cheng slowly exhaled and ended this long session of meditation practice.
He focused on the flame in his mind.
After a night’s cultivation and consolidation, the Spiritual Fire seemed to have undergone some subtle changes.
The color leaned more towards bright orange-red, with interwoven golden threads appearing clearer and more vibrant.
The overall shape of the flame had also stabilized considerably, with its flickering significantly reduced.
Although the light it emitted was still not strong, it conveyed a feeling of increased resilience and solidity.
Fang Cheng’s mind shifted, and the panel floated before him, displaying the summary information of this skill practice:
[Meditation Experience +21]
[Meditation Level 1 (203/250)]
[Your Spirit Attribute permanently increased by 0.9 points]
[Congratulations, through constant effort and special encounter, your Spirit Attribute has been significantly enhanced, successfully breaking through to 48 points]
Fang Cheng’s gaze fell on the number ’48’, and an arc involuntarily curved at the corner of his mouth.
He opened his eyes and looked at the clock on the table, the hands had already pointed to 14:03.
This session of meditation practice unknowingly exceeded 15 hours.
Unexpectedly, he had started cultivating last night, stayed up all night, and continued until the afternoon of the next day.
No wonder, the gains in experience and attributes were so abundant.
With the deepening fusion with the Spirituality of the Golden Benba Bottle, his Spirit Attributes were also growing at an extraordinary speed.
Although the magnitude of this improvement was less than during the initial fusion last time, it was already quite considerable.
While pondering, a protest sounded from his stomach.
Fang Cheng did not immediately get up.
He held back the feeling of hunger, shifted his consciousness, and once again entered his own "Memory Palace."
Then quickly opened the bedroom door and stepped into the dark outer hall.
The scene before him made him pause slightly, yet it was expected.
The originally dark hall had extended its boundaries compared to the last time he came in, clearly expanding much outward.
It appeared more vast and profound, almost like a small square.
And in the center of the hall, that golden sphere quietly hovered, emitting light that was a few degrees brighter than last time.
The mysterious patterns on the surface of the sphere, previously faintly discernible, were now intertwined in more complex shapes, slightly clearer.
They flowed slowly like living creatures, their trajectories appearing more orderly and rhythmic.
Fang Cheng carefully observed these patterns, faintly sensing a special rhythm contained within.
They seemed to maintain the same vibration frequency with the "radio signals" surrounding the palace, creating a weak resonance and connection.
Recalling another main purpose of this meditation practice, Fang Cheng locked his gaze on the patterns flowing on the surface of the golden sphere.
After observing for a moment, he chose one pattern that appeared clearest and most familiar.
Then tentatively stretched out his right hand and gently touched it.
The moment his fingertip touched the pattern, a wondrous sensation arose.
Mysteriously, as if an invisible thread was connected.
Fang Cheng’s consciousness followed this thread, instantly penetrating the darkness of the Memory Palace, traversing vast distances, linking to another consciousness entity.
The scene before him suddenly changed!