Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 335 - 228

Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes, and observed the surroundings.

The morning sunlight filtered through floral curtains, casting fine golden lines that illuminated every corner of the room.

The desk was close against the windowsill, and the wooden surface’s texture reflected a warm luster under the gentle caress of sunlight.

A few recent law books were neatly stacked on top, faintly emitting the smell of ink.

Within the bedroom, the outlines of all the items were distinctly delineated, draped in a light halo.

However, it was like an overly rendered video game scene.

The excessive clarity made it seem somewhat unreal.

Fang Cheng’s eyes flickered slightly, then he raised his hand.

With a "snap," he snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the scene in the room seemed to be enchanted.

Daylight swiftly retreated, and darkness surged in like a tide.

It seemed that the warm scene bathed in sunlight just now was but a fleeting dream.

Fang Cheng sat quietly on the bed, his eyes shimmering with an exceptionally bright light.

His gaze was so sharp as if it could penetrate space, meticulously sweeping across every corner of the room, not missing any shadowy hiding spot.

Suddenly, his gaze focused, fixing on an area on the ceiling that seemed slightly unusual.

A few points of faint light, like fireflies, flickered intermittently in the darkness.

This was a warning sign that Spiritual Energy was about to be exhausted.

It signified that the memory information carried there was being lost, also showing that the "materials" constructing the Memory Palace were aging and eroding.

Just like the colors of a mural gradually dimming, showing signs of peeling, urgently needing fresh "spiritual paint" for repair and stabilization.

If ignored, it wouldn’t be long before that section of the wall would loosen entirely and then fall off.

Fang Cheng’s expression tightened, then he held his breath, gathering his Spiritual Energy.

As he raised his hands, a similar kind of faint light, invisible to the naked eye, swirled and twinkled at his fingertips.

Then, with a gentle wave, the light left his hand, covering that unusual area, merging into it.

Nourished by Spiritual Energy, the loose wall slowly restored, becoming stable and firm.

Many tiny fragments also floated up, returning to their original positions.

The gaps silently closed, as if time had turned back, restoring to its initial intact form.

Fang Cheng exhaled slightly, a touch of relief showing on his face.

This seemingly simple repair work was actually a manifestation of his meticulous control over the Memory Palace.

Then, he shifted his gaze, continuing to patiently explore problematic areas, doing careful repairs.

In night mode, many subtle conditions hidden by light, visually modified, actually became easier to highlight.

This also made this work, which required the consumption of Spiritual Energy, relatively easier.

Through numerous practices, Fang Cheng had come to a profound realization.

The larger the space of the Memory Palace, the exponentially more Spiritual Energy is consumed during its construction, and maintaining its stable operation afterward requires a massive investment of energy as well.

It’s like constructing a magnificent sky castle, from the initial blueprint design to the construction of every brick and tile, it all requires significant expenditure.

And once completed, daily inspections, repairs, and reinforcements are a long and arduous mental marathon, allowing no slack.

As time passes, various compounded influences will inevitably erode the building materials, causing fading, wear, and warping.

Initially, it might just be a small peel or a dim spot, which gradually spreads.

Ultimately, this could very well lead to the entire Memory Palace collapsing, rendering previous efforts in vain.

Because of this, Fang Cheng always remained vigilant in his mind.

After each meditation practice, he would come in for an inspection to see what changes had occurred, checking for omissions and shortcomings.

It was like repairing an old house, requiring continuous energy investment.

Fortunately, the size of the Memory Palace Fang Cheng currently mastered was relatively small, confined to just one bedroom.

If it were to become as large as a library or city, one could imagine how enormous the workload would be then.

This was the main reason why Fang Cheng had not continued to expand the space.

The burden was simply too great.

With his current level of Spiritual reserve, impulsively expanding would undoubtedly be overreaching.

Moreover, Fang Cheng wasn’t sure what other function this special "Memory Palace" served besides permanently preserving memories and acting as a spiritual refuge.

There was no need to blindly pursue being comprehensive and extensive.

Of course.

If one were merely constructing a more illusory "Memory Palace" within the subconscious, there would be no need to expend so much effort.

Such a simplified Spirit Space, like a disposable paper lantern, could be discarded after brief illumination.

Just like during the rescue operation at the waste treatment plant.

He could rely on the Speed Reading Skill to instantly imprint and replicate the workshop’s environmental conditions into his mind, thereby gaining a god’s-eye view for full control.

This capability does not pursue timeliness but is aimed at precisely pinpointing problems at the scene, playing a role in quick adaptation.

But, since deciding to reside in this barren area and construct a stable, enduring spiritual fortress.

He must endure the expenditure of several times the normal amount of Spiritual Energy as when using the ability normally.

Sometimes, Fang Cheng couldn’t help but daydream.

If truly delving into the vast, seemingly cosmic Abyss of the subconscious, to construct an even larger, more complex Memory Palace.