Smiling Demon, or rather, Cheng Jiashu. Just standing at the entrance of the light gateway, like an honored guest invited for a visit. The familiar, flickering green light around him, resembling fireflies, was particularly striking in this pure darkness. As he looked around, Cheng Jiashu’s gaze revealed not only curiosity but also undisguised astonishment and admiration. "Amazing," he sincerely marveled, taking a few steps forward casually. His gaze swept from the mirror-like obsidian floor to the dome above, a cosmic void where stars were twinkling. Finally, it fixed on the golden light sphere suspended in the center of the grand hall. At the moment he saw the light sphere, Cheng Jiashu’s smile slightly froze, and his steps halted. He could clearly feel the pressure emanating from the sphere, a pure energy far beyond the ordinary rushed towards him. It was certainly not a power that ordinary mutants could possess; it seemed more like... an embodiment of some kind of rule. Inside Cheng Jiashu, waves of shock erupted more fiercely than Fang Cheng’s. Like Granny Liu visiting the Grand View Garden, it was an eye-opening experience. How could this be possible? Cheng Jiashu clearly remembered that just a few months ago, this man before him was still a "rookie" who needed guidance even on basic knowledge such as how to disguise his mutant identity. But now, he has not only constructed such a grand and stable Memory Palace, but also possesses this unheard-of golden energy body. In contrast, it took Cheng Jiashu almost ten years of struggling on the edge of life and death and meditation to barely build a Spiritual Secret Realm. Which was merely a place recognizable by its silhouette, without even a decent floor. The difference was like a palace compared to a thatched hut. This person... just how many secrets is he hiding? Cheng Jiashu knew Fang Cheng had high Talent, but he didn’t expect it to be to this extent, not to mention such enviable fortune. Silently, Cheng Jiashu raised the danger level of this man in his heart another notch. He also realized that all his previous tests might only have touched the tip of the iceberg. Fang Cheng stood beneath the golden light sphere, his figure distinctly outlined by the light. His expression was calm and unperturbed, allowing the other to examine his Memory Palace while his thoughts raced in his mind. Fang Cheng was not surprised by Cheng Jiashu’s arrival, but rather by the manner of his arrival. His Memory Palace can be considered the most private and central Domain in the world of consciousness. Without his guidance pointing to a specific direction, it would be absolutely impossible for outsiders to easily find this place, let alone visit. "How did you find this place?" Fang Cheng’s voice echoed in the empty hall with a touch of coldness. "I remember, I never disclosed the Spell for contact to anyone." "Just a small trick." Cheng Jiashu’s smile remained as he strolled leisurely in the hall, as if appreciating a piece of art. "Do you want to learn it? I can teach you." He responded nonchalantly, yet with an air of superiority in knowledge. Fang Cheng ignored his rhetoric, analyzing to himself: "In the boundless consciousness void, without a clear beacon, finding a specific Spiritual Secret Realm is akin to searching for a needle in a haystack." Fang Cheng paused, his sharp gaze locking onto Cheng Jiashu. "You possess some kind of space traversal ability, akin to a search engine." "Search engine?" Cheng Jiashu chuckled, amused by the novel term. "It’s a fitting metaphor, but not exaggeratedly so." Cheng Jiashu knew he couldn’t evade this question, lest it appear he had ulterior motives. Furthermore, he didn’t want to come across as overly aggressive, which might deter this fellow with social anxiety. Reflecting upon this, Cheng Jiashu felt a pang of helplessness. In truth, he didn’t wish to visit uninvited . As it would make him seem rude and ill-mannered, easily arousing the other’s vigilance. Yet he had no other choice. The first time, by the sea at Qingshui Bay, he had figured out Fang Cheng’s morning exercise route, specifically waiting in the abandoned lighthouse on the cliff, using a signal lamp to draw attention. Even preparing a whole set of rhetoric and testing plans, but the other completely ignored him. The second time, just this morning, he personally visited and stood at Fang Cheng’s doorstep, knocking for a long time. He could clearly sense Fang Cheng was inside. But the other just wouldn’t open the door, treating him like air. Two attempted approaches, both met with closed doors. Cheng Jiashu concluded one thing. The man before him might indeed suffer from some severe social anxiety disorder. He is powerful, fierce, yet extremely introverted and shy, averse to real-world interaction with people. "Since you don’t wish to see me in reality, meeting in the place you’re most familiar with and feel safest should be acceptable, right?" Cheng Jiashu thought to himself and spoke out: He decided to reveal part of the truth to build trust. "Actually, I live near you." "Physical distance in the real world, to some extent, reflects in the consciousness realm." Cheng Jiashu raised a finger, his voice particularly clear in the hall, with the demeanor of an earnest mentor. "Each of our consciousnesses in this boundless dark void is like a Star or a firefly." "Most are faint and almost undetectable, but there are always a few exceptionally bright ones." The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the noⅴelfire.net