Yefutidaolu

Chapter 418 Divine Sense
boom!boom!boom!boom!
The sounds of explosions were continuous, like millions of firecrackers exploding at the same time!
Instantly, his skull shattered, his limbs broke, and his soul was scattered!

The terrifying ghost tide that had filled the sky like a black tide was swept away in the blink of an eye by these 108,000 domineering and unparalleled fist shadows, leaving it completely clean!

The sky returned to "clarity," though it was still eerily illuminated by the crimson of hell and the glow of lava. But the rampant ghostly figures had completely vanished, leaving only countless slowly dissipating fist shadows and Wang Gang's figure standing tall in the sky like a war god.

The 108,000 fist shadows finally dissipated completely, and the surging qi and blood smoke around Wang Gang slowly receded into his body.

His expression was stern, as if his sweeping victory over the enemy was merely a trivial matter.

However, a martial artist is still a martial artist, and unless they have something to rely on, it is extremely difficult for them to stay in the air for a long time.

His body suddenly sank, and like a meteor falling to earth, he plummeted towards the boiling, churning lava lake below, radiating terrifying heat.

The others watched quietly from the shore; no one stopped them, and no one seemed surprised.

Clearly, Wang Gang intends to go down himself!
With his powerful physique as a tenth-realm martial artist, he could completely ignore the high temperature of the lava.

More importantly, martial artists have an extremely strong perception of qi and blood, life force, and internal energy fluctuations, especially in environments with chaotic energy.

He was going to go into the lake himself to search for the person, whether alive or dead, so that he could finally feel at ease.

Shui Wuyai watched Wang Gang's falling figure with a deep gaze, his mind racing. Indeed, only a pure martial artist like Wang Gang, whose strength, speed, and physical body had all reached their peak, could completely suppress Gao Jian's strange and cunning fighting style head-on.

Even if Gao Jian were to fully recover after consuming the spiritual ginseng, he would still find it extremely difficult to withstand more than a few moves from Wang Gang in a direct confrontation. Gao Jian's previous ability to escape repeatedly was entirely due to his miraculous skills and the strange divine light in his mind that seemed to be able to see through the flaws in all moves.

Once Wang Gang is on guard, abandons his contempt, and proceeds cautiously, using force to overcome skill, Gao Jian should indeed have no chance of escaping.

With Wang Gang personally going down this time, there should be a resolution.

As Shui Wuyai's thoughts drifted to this point, he subconsciously glanced at the reactions of the others around him.

This sight, however, made the faint anxiety and irritability in his heart even more obvious.

Not right.

With his cultivation level as a tenth-realm Qi cultivator and his deep-seated composure accumulated over many years, he should have been as calm as a still well. Even if the spiritual ginseng was destroyed and the formation backfired, he should not have been so unsettled.

This inexplicable feeling of irritability came without any reason, yet it genuinely affected his judgment.

If he was like this, then the powerful figures from the aristocratic families around him, whose cultivation and temperament were far inferior to his, were naturally even more emotionally turbulent and unable to control themselves.

Although everyone was barely able to maintain their composure due to Wang Gang's lingering influence and the tension of the upcoming search in the lake, Shui Wuyai was incredibly perceptive. He could clearly sense the undercurrents surging beneath that calm surface.

The patriarch of the same family had a vacant look in his eyes and was completely distraught, clearly not yet recovered from the blow of losing his most precious treasure.

The sinister cultivator who had previously lost control due to jealousy now had a flickering gaze and his fingers trembling slightly, as if he was regretting his previous impulsiveness or brewing some other emotion.

Although the hot-tempered Wang family warrior was trying to suppress his anger, his clenched fists and heavy breathing betrayed his inner turmoil. His eyes, fixed on the lava lake, were filled with violence, as if he wished he could jump in and tear Gao Jian to pieces with his own hands.

The others mostly had shifty eyes, their expressions showing exhaustion, lingering fear, and an indescribable restlessness. They had long lost the composure and calmness of a master from a prestigious family that they had when they first entered hell.

It was as if an invisible force was quietly amplifying and distorting their inner emotions.

Shui Wuyai forcibly suppressed his unease and turned his gaze back to the lava lake.

At this moment, Wang Gang had already crashed into the rolling, dark red lava like a cannonball!
Pfft!
A muffled, loud bang was heard, and scorching lava splashed several meters high before slowly subsiding.

Wang Gang's figure completely disappeared into the depths of that devastating, scorching lake.

Everyone's heart involuntarily jumped into their throat.

On the lake, only the gurgling sound of lava rolling and the growing anxiety and unease permeating the air remained.

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Just as Wang Gang crashed into the boiling lava lake like a meteorite—

Deep beneath the lake, in an absolutely isolated place enveloped in dark red and extreme heat, Gao Jian slowly moved his wrist.

The newly grown arm has smooth, supple skin and exudes a powerful aura, creating a bizarre contrast with the devastated surroundings.

He didn't look up, yet it was as if he were "looking" upwards. The thick layer of magma, bubbling and exuding terrifying heat, completely blocked his view, but in his perception, the situation outside was incredibly clear.

As is well known, in the cultivation system of the Divine Dynasty, there is no such mysterious concept as "divine thought" that can scan all things directly regardless of distance or medium.

When masters clash, they rely on perception that surpasses that of ordinary people.

Perception, though seemingly wondrous, is actually no different from the realm of biological senses. It is simply the refinement of the five senses to their extreme, supplemented by a keen intuition of energy flow, blood and qi fluctuations, and murderous intent and hostility.

Those with exceptional eyesight can see the feathers of birds flying hundreds of miles away;

Those with extraordinary hearing can hear the falling leaves from miles away;

Those with a keen sense of smell can distinguish extremely subtle scents carried on the wind and use them to track down enemies;

Those with exceptionally keen senses can detect the most subtle changes in airflow and the intensity of energy radiation.

Just as a shark in the ocean can smell a drop of blood hundreds of miles away, a giant whale can communicate across hundreds of miles of deep sea using low-frequency sound waves.

This is simply the keenness of perception. The five senses of a master at the tenth realm are far more acute than those of the best beings in nature.

Hearing from a hundred miles away and smelling from all directions are nothing more than ordinary matters.

But all of this ultimately depends on 'something' hitting your senses.

Light needs time to travel, odor molecules need airflow to carry them, sound needs a medium to vibrate and conduct... Without these "messengers" to deliver information, even the most acute senses would be useless.

You can't see a star ten light-years away, no matter how good your eyesight is, until its light reaches you. You can't smell a drop of blood a million miles away, no matter how keen your sense of smell is, until its scent molecules drift over on the wind.

That's why Wang Gang chose to personally dive into the lava lake. Because Gao Jian was hiding at the bottom of the lake, the light was blocked, the smell was masked by the high temperature and sulfurous odor, and the sound was difficult to travel through the viscous magma. If he were above, it would be impossible to pinpoint his exact location using conventional senses.

But at this moment, Gao Jian sat cross-legged at the bottom of the lake, his inner light shining on itself.

The light emanating from the heart lamp, which had been suspended in the sea of ​​consciousness, endured the trials of life and death, devoured the power of the demons that had survived the tribulations of life and death, and was nourished by the abundant vitality of the Medicine King's Ginseng, now transcended the boundaries of common sense.

It no longer merely illuminates the sea of ​​consciousness; its "light" seems to penetrate the constraints of the physical body, ignoring the obstruction of external matter—thick magma, boiling lakes, and even spatial distances—directly projecting the "scenery" of the outside world into his heart's lake!
This is not light seen with the eyes, not sound heard with the ears, not smelled with the nose, nor temperature and vibration felt with the skin.

This is a more direct form of "perception".

It's as if the light of the heart lamp shines directly into the places where the "existence" of all things is reflected.

Wang Gang broke through the lake's surface and fell, the blazing aura around him, like a small sun, was perceived by the Heart Lamp as a torch in the darkness, the lava flow he stirred as he sank, even the cold and wary expression on his face, the slight tension in his muscles as he prepared to exert force at any moment... all of this was presented in Gao Jian's "heart" with perfect clarity, like a high-definition picture.

Clear, calm, comprehensive, and without blind spots.

'I see…' Gao Jian realized. 'This illumination of the mind, perhaps… is the true 'divine thought.'

A perceptual ability that transcends the traditional five senses, requires no medium for transmission, and directly perceives reality!

At this moment, he was hiding in this excellent sanctuary at the bottom of the lava lake, yet he was fully aware of the every move of the intruders from the outside world.

Wang Gang, this powerful tenth-realm martial artist, was like prey caught in a trap. Although he was incredibly powerful, he knew nothing about the hunter's location or intentions and could only rely on the most primitive methods to search step by step.

At this moment, the balance of power between offense and defense underwent a subtle yet fatal reversal due to the Heart Lamp's illogical perception.

Gao Jian slowly tightened his grip on the rusty knife in his hand; the blade remained icy cold even in the scorching lava. He adjusted his breathing, suppressing the surging medicinal power and newly generated blood energy within his body to the extreme, like the most patient hunter, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Wang Gang is sinking, getting closer and closer.

Just as Wang Gang sank to the bottom of the lava lake like a deep-sea dragon, carefully searching for Gao Jian's traces with his senses—

An unremarkable, standard-issue medicine bottle from the Divine Dynasty is slowly softening and deforming in the scorching magma, eventually melting completely.

These bottles are mass-produced, shock-resistant, and have good sealing properties, effectively preventing the medicine from dissipating. They are also hard enough to withstand impacts during combat.

But in this hellish lava lake, powerful enough to melt even metal and stone, it was ultimately just an ordinary thing. It lasted for less than five breaths before turning into a pool of scalding, glassy liquid, which was then swept away by the lava flow.

Just as the bottle melted, a small clump of bright red blood floated out from it!
It is precisely because of his own blood that he is so proud!

The moment the blood was drawn, its unique life force and aroma, belonging to a high level of understanding, stood out like a beacon in the darkness in this relatively "pure" lava environment!

How keen are Wang Gang's senses? Far surpassing those of deep-sea sharks!

Almost the instant the blood splattered, his skin perception and blood circulation, which scanned his surroundings like radar, instantly locked on!
"Found you!" Wang Gang roared inwardly. He didn't have time to think about why the blood was appearing alone. His fighting instincts drove him toward the source of the blood and, without hesitation, threw a punch with all his might!
Boom! ! ! ! !
Even at the bottom of this thick, viscous lava lake, where resistance was immense, the furious strike of a tenth-realm martial artist unleashed terrifying power! The fist's force exploded, creating a massive vacuum shockwave that violently pushed aside, compressed, and vibrated the magma within dozens of miles! On the lake's surface, a giant lava wave hundreds of feet high instantly surged forth, crashing towards the shore like a tsunami!

However, the punch missed its mark. It only shattered the cloud of blood mist that was rapidly evaporating due to the high temperature.

In that split second—when Wang Gang threw his punch, causing a massive upheaval at the bottom of the lake, and all senses were disrupted by the force of his own punch and the chaotic flow of magma—

The brilliant idea has been put to the test!

He had remained motionless like a rock because he knew how terrifying Wang Gang's senses were. Any slight movement that caused the lava to flow could be detected by the other's skin, thus exposing him.

But now, the entire lake bottom has been turned upside down by Wang Gang's punch, and the huge waves and chaotic energy flow have perfectly covered up all the subtle movements!
This is the opportunity he has been waiting for!
Information gap!
Wang Gang believed he had found Gao Jian's true form through the blood, but it was merely bait! Wang Gang thought Gao Jian was still hiding somewhere at the bottom of the lake, but in reality—

Gao Jian pushed his movement technique to its limit, but instead of attacking Wang Gang, he was like a fish swimming into magma, rushing towards the lake at an astonishing speed against the huge shock wave and the upward surging lava flow!

The light of his heart illuminated the path for him, clearly guiding him to the quickest and least resistant route, perfectly utilizing the chaos created by Wang Gang himself as cover.

Wang Gang's punch missed its mark, and he immediately realized he had been tricked! But the chaotic situation at the bottom of the lake caused a very brief gap in his perception!
It's that fleeting moment!

Crash——!!!
A figure burst through the churning waves of lava and soared into the sky from the center of the lake!

It wasn't Wang Gang, but rather—a brilliant insight!
His body was enveloped in scorching magma that had not yet dripped, yet his skin shimmered with a precious light. His eyes were sharp as knives, and his speed was as fast as a shooting star shooting backwards. His target was the group of eighth and ninth realm cultivators on the shore, who were in a state of surprise and uncertainty due to the sudden change in the lake's surface, and whose formation was slightly scattered!

"To catch the thief, first catch the king?" No, right now Wang Gang is the strongest king, and it's impossible to defeat him. However, the only way to survive is to first clip his wings and create greater chaos!
Gao Jian didn't choose to fight Wang Gang, who was in good condition, at the bottom of the lake. Instead, he took advantage of the opponent's blind spot and his own mental lamp to create a beautiful time and information gap, directly pulling the battlefield back to the shore!

On the shore, Shui Wuyai and the others saw the lake surface explode and a figure shoot out, rushing straight towards them. When they saw that it was Gao Jian, their expressions changed drastically!

"Watch out!!" A ninth-realm cultivator exclaimed in alarm.

Gao Jian's rusty knife, already whistling as it tore through the air, slashed down in front of everyone!
But then Shui Wuyai walked forward, waved his sleeve, and suddenly unleashed a vast expanse of mortal dust!

(End of this chapter)