In his perception, more and more chill gathered in his body, but once inside, it disappeared without a trace like a stone sinking in the ocean.

This made Fang Xiu curious about where the strange energy went inside his body.

Could it be his mind?

He couldn't help but immerse his consciousness, letting it flow with the chill towards an unknown place, like a leafy boat falling on a river, eventually flowing into the ocean.

Here, Fang Xiu sensed a grayish heart, slowly beating with a layer of dust covering it, dirty and grimy. And all the chill eventually entered the heart.

Is the mind the heart?

No, that's not right. The mind cannot be the heart.

The mind has no definite shape; it's just a subconscious manifestation of the heart.

This is my mind, and I should be able to control its shape.

With a thought, the grayish heart slowly transformed into a sword, then a knife, and even into Fang Xiu himself.

Obviously, Fang Xiu's guess was correct.

However, the shape of the mind is not important; what matters is igniting the spirit.

So the heart once again turned into the shape of a heart.

As more and more chill entered, the heart beat more and more violently, emitting a faint glow, but all blocked by the dust on the surface.

Fang Xiu waited patiently for a moment, and finally, a change occurred.

There was no breakthrough bottleneck like in fantasy novels; it was only a matter of time.

Suddenly, the dust at the corner of the heart disappeared, as if wiped away by something.

A black light, like a black hole, bloomed from that corner.

This was the original shine of Fang Xiu's mind.

In the next moment, all the strange energy converged towards that corner, forming a bloody-red light, then invaded along the corner of the mind.

The black light and the bloody light intertwined and reflected each other. The bloody light seemed to want to contaminate the black light with its own color, but no matter how it merged, the black light remained unmoved.

Until the end, the bloody light merged completely into the black light, and everything returned to silence.

At that moment, Fang Xiu felt a drastic change within himself!

In an instant, his entire being was as if washed by the black light. His senses became extremely sensitive, and all his perceptions, such as vision, hearing, smell, touch, taste, and so on, underwent changes.

If before, the world seemed to be veiled from his senses, now the veil was lifted, and the most authentic world was laid bare before his eyes.

In addition to the enhancement of his senses, he felt that his thinking and nerve response speed had also been strengthened to some extent.

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There was not much increase in his physical fitness, but his control over his body had greatly improved. While an ordinary person could only mobilize 40% of their muscles, Fang Xiu could mobilize over 80%.

Muscle movement is controlled by the brain, which is governed by the mind. Generally, people can only mobilize all their muscles to the maximum degree when they are under extreme mental stress or in a life-threatening situation. However, this varies from person to person, and most people could never achieve it.

For example, the famous general Li Guang of the Han Dynasty once mistook a stone in the grass for a ferocious tiger while on patrol, and he used all his strength to shoot his bow, causing the arrow to penetrate the stone by three points. However, since then, no matter how he shot, he could never penetrate the stone again.

But at this moment, Fang Xiu could erupt with this kind of strength at any time. His body was still his original body, but the degree of control had changed completely.

And with the enhancement of his physical fitness in the future, the amount of force he could erupt would also increase.

Gradually, Fang Xiu opened his eyes, and a hint of black light appeared in his black-and-white eyes.

"So, this is spiritual power?"

At this point, he had a deeper understanding of spiritual power.

Spiritual power is the product of the distortion of the power of the mind itself by a mysterious force.

The power of the mind itself is immensely powerful, but this power cannot act on the real world and only exists in the realm of illusion. It is like how everyone is a god in their own mental world, where they can imagine themselves as omnipotent, but this power cannot be applied to reality.

The mysterious force breaks the boundary between illusion and reality, allowing the distorted power of the mind to act on the real world.

Of course, this does not mean that once spiritual power is awakened, one can do anything they want in the mental world and have the same power in reality.

Firstly, spirituality only illuminates a small portion and has not been fully illuminated. According to Fang Xiu's estimate, the illuminated portion is only about one percent of the overall area of the mind, which means that only one percent of spirituality has been illuminated.

Secondly, even if spirituality were to be fully illuminated, it is unlikely to be as omnipotent as one's fantasies, because the mind is not the same as imagination. It is a synthesis of imagination, emotion, memory, mentality, and so on.

The power of the mind is the power of the inner self!

The stronger your inner self, the stronger the power of spirituality will be, provided that there is enough mysterious power to fuse with, otherwise it cannot act on reality.

All powers have their own manifestations, and the power of the mind is no exception. Its manifestation is related to what each person cares about most, desires most, and needs most in their inner self, and it will be manifested accordingly.

It is also influenced by personality, imagination, environmental factors, and so on.

This is why every spiritualist has different abilities.

The ability of a spiritualist is the manifestation of the power of the mind, which is called the power of reflection.

So what is my ability?

Fang Xiu couldn't help but wonder.

Or, what do I desire most in my inner self?

With this question in mind, Fang Xiu began to activate his pitch-black spirituality.

The next moment, he sensed some information and was stunned.

Because his ability is pain!

Is my inner self all pain?

Fang Xiu felt very surprised, he continued to perceive carefully, and then obtained a more detailed introduction to his ability.

Inflicting pain on others can make them feel pain.

???

Fang Xiu seemed to see a meaningless statement.

Is this also called an ability?

!

Without this ability, I could punch someone and still make them feel pain. When Fang Xu first started using his power, he was surprised to find that he could "see" his own death scenes in the dark spiritual realm. Being eaten by his wife eighteen times, smashed into meat by a little girl, and beheaded by a female doctor. And a familiar feeling of pain rushed to his heart, the pain that came with every death, not only physical pain but also emotional pain. Despair, fear, breakdown, hatred, anger, and other negative emotions that had brought pain to himself seemed to be contained in this dark spiritual realm. It wasn't until this moment that Fang Xu fully understood what his ability was. It was to inflict the pain he had experienced on others, making them feel the same as him! "Hahaha" Fang Xu suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter. So much so that Zhao Hao, who was next to him, was startled. "Brother Xu, did you succeed?" Fang Xu didn't answer, but continued to laugh. It was fantastic! This ability was simply fantastic. Fang Xu shouted in his heart, too excited to control himself. Because this was what he wanted most deep down. After coming to this world, he had endured too much pain, and revenge was the only thing that kept him going. Now he could make his enemies feel the same as him, was there anything more wonderful in the world? Hahaha, this damned world that brought me so much pain, one day I will give it all back! I want to make the world feel pain!!!