In his perception, more and more chilling qi was gathering in his body, but after entering, this chilling qi disappeared without a trace, like a stone sinking into the ocean.
This made Fang Xiu somewhat curious: where did the eerie aura go after entering the body?
Could it be the mind?
He couldn't help but immerse his consciousness, letting it flow along with that chilling qi toward an unknowable place, just like a flat boat falling upon a river and ultimately converging into the sea.
Here, Fang Xiu perceived a hazy, gray heart. It was beating slowly, seemingly covered in a layer of dust, looking filthy, and all the chilling qi ultimately burrowed into the heart.
The mind is the heart?
No, that's not right. The mind couldn't possibly be the heart.
The mind has no fixed shape. The reason it was a heart was the manifestation of subconsciousness.
This is my mind, I should be able to control its shape.
With a thought, this hazy, gray heart slowly turned into a sword, then turned into a saber, and even turned into Fang Xiu himself.
Clearly, Fang Xiu's guess was correct.
However, the shape of the mind didn't matter at all; the important thing was to ignite his Spirituality.
Thus, the mind once again turned into the appearance of a heart.
As more and more chilling qi burrowed in, the heart beat more and more violently, faintly emitting a dim luster, but all of it was blocked by the dust on the exterior.
Fang Xiu waited patiently for a moment, and finally, a change occurred.
There was no so-called breaking through bottlenecks as seen in fantasy novels; there was only the natural result of conditions being met.
He saw the dust on one corner of the heart suddenly disappear, as if wiped away by something.
A wisp of black light, akin to a black hole, bloomed from that corner.
This was the original luster of Fang Xiu's mind.
The next moment, all the eerie aura converged toward that exposed corner, gathering into a blood-red ray of light as crimson as blood, which then invaded along that corner of the mind.
The black light and the blood-red light intertwined and contrasted. That blood-red light seemed to want to pollute the black light into its own color, but no matter how they fused, the black light stood steadfast and unmoved.
Until finally, all the blood-red light merged into the black light, and everything returned to silence.
At that very moment, Fang Xiu felt earth-shaking changes take place within himself!
In an instant, his entire person seemed to have been cleansed by the black light. His five senses became exceptionally acute; his vision, hearing, smell, touch, and taste-every single perception underwent a change.
If looking at the world before felt like looking through a layer of gauze, now the gauze was gone, and the truest world lay completely exposed before his eyes.
Aside from the enhancement of his senses, he felt that his thinking and neural reaction speed had also been enhanced to a certain extent.
His physical fitness didn't increase by much, but his control over his body was greatly enhanced. If an ordinary person could only mobilize forty percent of the muscles in their entire body, Fang Xiu could now mobilize over eighty percent.
Muscle movement is controlled by the brain, and the brain is dominated by the mind. Normally, a person can only mobilize their body's muscles to the maximum extent when under extreme mental tension or life-and-death crises. Of course, this varies from person to person, and most people cannot achieve it even until death.
To give an example: Li Guang, a famous general of the Han dynasty, once saw a stone in the grass during a patrol, mistaking it for a crouching fierce tiger. He drew his bow and shot with all his might, actually causing the arrow to sink three inches into the stone. But ever since then, no matter how hard he shot, he could never shoot into the stone again.
At this moment, Fang Xiu was able to burst forth with such power at any time. His body was still his original body, but his degree of control had undergone a heaven-defying transformation.
Moreover, as his physical fitness increased in the future, the power he could unleash would become even greater.
Gradually, Fang Xiu opened his eyes. Within his black-and-white distinct pupils, a wisp of black light flashed faintly.
"Is this Spirituality?"
At this moment, he gained a deeper understanding of Spirituality.
So-called Spirituality was the product of the mind's own power being twisted by the power of the eerie.
The mind itself possessed powerful force, but this force could not act upon the real world; it only existed in the illusory world. Just as everyone is the god of their own mental world, within your heart you can fantasize about everything and be omnipotent, but it cannot affect reality.
And the power of the eerie was the tool to break the illusion and reality.
A mind fused with the power of the eerie could act upon the real world.
Of course, this did not mean that once you ignited your Spirituality, you were omnipotent in the mental world and the same would hold true in reality.
First, Spirituality had only been ignited in a corner, not entirely. According to Fang Xiu's estimation, the ignited corner only accounted for about one percent of the mind's overall area, meaning he had only ignited one percent of his Spirituality.
Secondly, even if his Spirituality reached one hundred percent, it probably wouldn't be as omnipotent as in his fantasies, because the mind is not equivalent to fantasy; it is a comprehensive combination of imagination, emotions, memories, mindset, and everything else.
The power of the mind was the power of the heart!
The stronger your heart, the more powerful the power of Spirituality would be, on the premise that there was enough eerie power fused with it; otherwise, it could not act upon reality.
All powers would have their own forms of expression, and the power of the mind was no exception. Its form of expression was related to everyone's inner self-what you cared about most, what you yearned for most, and what you needed most in your heart would be manifested.
At the same time, it would also be influenced by personality, imagination, environmental factors, and so on.
This was also why every Spirit Tamer possessed different abilities.
A Spirit Tamer's ability was the form of expression of mental power, which was the so-called Heart's Reflection Power.
Then what was his own ability?
Fang Xiu couldn't help but question in his heart.
Or rather, what did he yearn for most in his heart?
Carrying this question, Fang Xiu began to mobilize his pitch-black Spirituality.
The next moment, he perceived a stream of information, and immediately his entire person froze.
Because his ability was... pain!
As it turned out, was his heart entirely filled with pain?
Fang Xiu felt quite surprised. He continued to perceive it closely and instantly obtained a more detailed description of the ability.
Attacking others could cause the attacked target to experience pain.
???
Fang Xiu felt as though he had read a piece of nonsense.
Was this even called an ability?
Without this ability, if I punch someone else, I can likewise make that person feel pain.
Yet when Fang Xiu began to wield the ability, he was surprised to find that he seemed to "see" his own death scenes within the pitch-black Spirituality.
Furthermore, a familiar sense of pain surged into his heart-that was the pain brought by every single death. Not only was there physical pain, but even more so, mental pain.
The pain brought by the negative emotions that had once been generated within himself seemed to be entirely contained within this pitch-black Spirituality.
Until this very moment, Fang Xiu completely understood what his ability truly was.
It was to inflict the pain he had experienced upon his enemies, making them experience it firsthand!
"Ha... haahaha..." Fang Xiu suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter.
So much so that Zhao Hao, who was standing nearby, was startled.
"Brother Xiu, you... you succeeded?"
Fang Xiu did not answer, continuing to laugh aloud instead.
Brilliant! This ability was simply too brilliant.
Fang Xiu roared inwardly, so excited he could hardly contain himself.
It was simply because he was far too satisfied; even the ability to control time and space wouldn't have satisfied him as much as this ability did.
Because this was what his heart yearned for most.
After coming to this world, he had been killed by the eerie far too many times. Now, all these pains had transformed into an ability, allowing him to pay the eerie back.
To make the eerie experience the same pain, was there anything more wonderful in this world than this?
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