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Chapter 94: Chapter 92: The Key to the Mysterious Door (First Update, Please Subscribe)
Back at home.
Fang Cheng briefly sorted through the skirmish he had encountered today.
The incident was sparked by the kidnapping of a gang boss’s wife by a rival gang, whom Ma Donghe had once served.
He had been inquiring around for news and finally located a gang hideout in Lingang District.
By sheer accident, he discovered there was also a drug factory hidden here.
The reason Fang Cheng lent a hand to Ma Donghe
was not only to repay a favor but also out of disdain for these evildoers dealing in drugs.
The question was whether the police raid on the hideout would provoke gang retaliation.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng’s gaze sharpened, and he looked at the two recording pens. 𝙣𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Meet force with force, counter water with earth.
No matter when or where, enhancing one’s own strength is always the most worthwhile pursuit.
Fang Cheng picked up the recording pen borrowed from Lin Chuqiao.
He had a vague premonition.
The audio material excavated from the West Mountain archaeological site was very important to him.
It was like a key that could unlock a mysterious door.
After two days of meditative recuperation, his mental state was almost fully recovered.
It was time to give it another try.
Fang Cheng stood up and locked his bedroom door, then drew the curtains.
Click.
Finally, even the lights were turned off.
The room plunged into darkness, becoming extraordinarily peaceful and quiet.
Fang Cheng sat back down at his desk, with bright, intent eyes, looking at the other recording pen.
This was a recording device he had bought at a second-hand market for over 2000 yuan, considered an off-brand major label product.
How effective it was, he had to find out himself through experimentation.
Fang Cheng reached out and pressed the playback and record buttons on both recording pens.
Shasha... shasha... shasha...
The faint sound of the cassette turning also reproduced the original noise through recording at this moment.
The darkness provided Fang Cheng with an inexplicable sense of security, and both body and mind became more relaxed.
As he waited to listen, his gaze quickly became serene, and he silently chanted in his mind:
"Concentration Skill, activate."
The rustling noise, along with occasional outside noises, gradually faded away.
He began to immerse himself completely in the darkness.
A few seconds later.
That desolate and profound sound, as if from the ancient times, echoed again.
Perhaps due to activating the Concentration Skill, his perception was infinitely magnified.
At the moment the sound reached his ears, Fang Cheng felt his whole body shudder as if struck by lightning.
The next second, his brain was flooded with countless streams of information.
These streams were extremely complex and numerous.
Like a torrent converging into a mighty wave, sweeping across, assaulting the levees of his consciousness.
Just as Fang Cheng could hardly bear it and was about to forcibly stop,
a sudden roar sounded.
A new syllable followed, quickly dispelling the reverberating echos.
The world suddenly became serene.
Fang Cheng opened his eyes, only to feel as if he was no longer in his bedroom,
but had fallen into a cosmic void.
He was surrounded by an oppressive darkness that seemed boundless,
but there was no sense of spatial direction, nor the concept of past or future time.
Sometimes monstrous waves would rise; other times it was as still as dead water.
Occasionally, indescribable horrors emerged, struggling from filth, tearing at each other, emitting a spine-chilling howl.
This hallucinatory experience didn’t last long.
There seemed to be a blinding flash of lightning that suddenly cleaved through the void.
That was the sign of the third syllable’s emergence.
In an instant, Fang Cheng’s vision brightened.
Scene after scene unfolded all around him.
Skyscrapers, cars, pedestrians, advertising signs...
Then, the bustling sounds of people, horns, and music all began to rise one after another, reaching my ears.
Fang Cheng looked around in astonishment, only to find himself standing on a bustling street.
In front of him was the Wantong Mall in Jiangdong District.
Everything felt so real, within reach.
If one’s will wasn’t strong enough, they might completely lose themselves here.
A thread of uncertainty flitted through Fang Cheng’s mind.
In an instant, the surrounding scene changed again.
It was as if time had been turned back by more than a decade; both the traffic and the city’s architecture suddenly appeared old-fashioned and dated.
It seemed that with every resonating and pulsating syllable, a new scene would emerge around him instantaneously.
It was like a vast projection machine was set between heaven and earth, constantly switching and playing different images.
And the rhythm of these switches - fast or slow - was dictated entirely by the lyrical changes of those syllables.
"The hallucinations seem to be getting more real?"
The thought flashed through Fang Cheng’s mind and then vanished just as quickly.
Immersed in a state of Concentration, unless sensing mortal danger, he found it hard to detach willingly.
The syllables continued to echo around him.
Fang Cheng felt he was gradually adapting to this extraordinarily peculiar experience.
His eyes returned to a calm state, and the fluctuations in his consciousness no longer felt as intense as before.
It was as if he were listening to a grand symphony, enjoying a holographic, immersive film.
Scenes flickered by like gleaming shadows.
Everything in the world sped past his eyes, fading fast.
Turning to ruins, reduced to ashes.
Then, rising from the ground once more, vibrant and full of life.
An endless cycle, repeating over and over.
From peaceful eras to times of war.
From technological prosperity to primitive backwardness.
From modern civilization to feudal dynasties...
Throughout these changes, Fang Cheng remained a cold observer, choosing not to participate.
He saw himself merely as an audience witnessing history, striving to maintain a lucid consciousness.
Amidst the faint hint of patterns, he seemed to grasp something regular.
That is the true meaning hidden within the "Original Vowel," unearthed by archaeologists from ancient ruins.
At the same time, from an angle Fang Cheng was utterly unaware of.
A stream of notification messages flowed past before his eyes like a waterfall.
[Warning, you are receiving an overwhelming amount of information, including negative elements, which must be filtered promptly]
......
[You are profoundly comprehending a certain incredible phoneme, all Language Skill Experience +3]
[You are profoundly comprehending a certain incredible phoneme, all Language Skill Experience +3]
[You are profoundly comprehending a certain incredible phoneme, all Language Skill Experience +3]
......
[Congratulations, after relentless efforts, your Skill has reached Master Level]
[Nanyang Language lv2 (0/500)]
[You have received Enhancement rewards, 2 Spirit Attribute points]...
......
[Congratulations, after relentless efforts, your Skill has reached Master Level]
[Desert Language lv2 (0/500)]
[You have received Enhancement rewards, 2 Spirit Attribute points]...
......
[Congratulations, after relentless efforts, your Skill has reached Master Level]
[Latin lv2 (0/500)]
[You have received Enhancement rewards, 2 Spirit Attribute points]...
......
[Congratulations, after relentless efforts, your Skill has reached Grandmaster Level]
[Japan Language lv3 (Skill has reached max level)]
[You have received Enhancement rewards, Skill Effect "Spell Resistance"]
[Resistance to all negative language-based abilities such as curses, bewitchment, malicious thoughts increased by 100%]
