Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 1151 493: Divine Sense Enhancement (2)

One doesn't know how much time has passed.

It seemed as if some kind of bottleneck was quietly broken through.

"Buzz!"

A grand sound that only he could hear reverberated within the Sea of Consciousness.

His divine sense stars suddenly radiated brilliantly, their connections becoming more mysterious and tight, with a qualitative leap in the coverage and control at the mere thought.

The intensity of his divine sense finally made further progress, elevating to the pinnacle of mid-stage Divinity Transformation.

This strength of divine sense almost reached the limit of what the human realm here could bear.

With a slight shift in thoughts, an invisible majesty spread out, everything in the chamber seemed to gain sentience, creating an instinctive sense of awe and submission, like subjects meeting an emperor.

Xu Ping's eyes flashed as he tried to extend this newly powerful divine sense outward.

Buzz...

Where his divine sense passed was not without obstruction, but provoked a violent spatial reaction.

The void at the edges of the chamber began to visibly twist and fold, as if unable to withstand the natural pressure of this divine sense, emitting fine, glass-breaking-like "crackle" sounds.

"Even space cannot bear it..."

Xu Ping's heart stirred slightly, gaining a more intuitive understanding of the strength of this divine sense.

His thoughts shifted again, beginning to perform that murderous secret technique he had practiced for years.

"God Slaying Needle."

——This technique, years ago, he had already cultivated to... the Minor Achievement realm.

As Xu Ping's thoughts drove it.

A formless, substance-less, yet containing ultimate penetration and destruction willpower divine sense force was forcibly compressed and refined by him into a barely perceptible sharp needle.

"Go!"

No sound, no light or shadow.

Only Xu Ping himself could sense that the God Slaying Needle, condensed from a portion of his divine sense essence, quietly left his body, ignoring physical distance, and instantly penetrated into the empty void ahead.

Poof.

A slight sound like the bursting of a tiny bubble.

The next moment, the void hit by the God Slaying Needle showed a terrifying scene.

Just like a red-hot fine needle lightly poking through paper thin as cicada wings.

That part of the void, without even showing a twisted process, was instantly pierced through to form a fist-sized, extremely smooth-edged black hole.

This was not a simple spatial tear.

In an area about a foot or so around that hole, space was not expanded by force, but as if directly erased, annihilated, transforming into most primal nothingness.

Immediately afterward, from that annihilated void hole, chaotic space turbulently fluctuated, spewing out, disrupting the Spiritual Qi of the whole chamber into chaos.

If Xu Ping hadn't arranged Restrictions earlier, the entire chamber might have already collapsed.

"Space... cannot form any blockade before it at all, directly shattered and annihilated."

Xu Ping slowly opened his eyes, a hint of undisguisable joy flashing through his eyes.

He knew the "God Slaying Needle" was incredibly powerful, targeting divine souls, eerie and hard to defend against, yet he hadn't expected its sheer destructive power had already reached such an unbelievable extent.

Not even stable space could endure, collapsing on touch.

"Even if it's the Star Palace Saints, with no defense, taking a hit like this, their divine souls likely would sustain severe injuries, losing the ability to resist instantly."

"Needless to mention... those ordinary Divinity Transformation cultivators." Xu Ping's eyes flashed with a cold light.

Feeling the extremely powerful divine sense within, having reached the limit of the human realm, Xu Ping slowly withdrew his power.

Void gradually healed, the surrounding ripples completely subsided.

Xu Ping's eyes held calm and tranquility; only at the deepest part, a cold gleam quietly burned like frozen flame.

Twenty years grinding the sword, the sharpness already hidden.

It's time.

...

A year later.

In the Central Domain, an expansive, desolate wasteland unfrequented by humans.

The sky was an eternally unchanged yellowish hue, the gale swirling up sand, producing monotonous and brutal wailings.

Yet today, over this dead silent wasteland, space vigorously rippled like water waves.

The next moment, only hearing a "rip" sound like tearing silk, a pitch-black spatial fissure was forcibly torn open,

a figure in a cyan robe calmly emerged from the chaotic space torrents, his aura blended with the realm instantly—none other than Xu Ping.

Almost at the instant he appeared, when his aura connected with the Central Domain's realm—

Far away countless miles, within a mysterious pavilion floating among the clouds, entirely constructed of white jade and covered in countless mysterious runes, at the top floor.

A Celestial Secret Pavilion Master, dressed in a star trail robe, suddenly opened his eyes.

Beneath him, a massive array covering the entire pavilion flickered with weak yet urgent light.

"Finally couldn't resist!" A cold smile appeared at the corner of Celestial Secret Pavilion Master's mouth.

Without hesitation, he immediately used a Secret Technique to send urgent divine sense transmission to several powerful auras dispersed across the Central Domain.

"Fellow Daoists, Xu Ping has appeared."

This transmission was like a giant stone thrown into a tranquil lake, instantly stirring monstrous waves in the top circle of Central Domain!

Rumble rumble rumble rumble...

Seven mighty Divinity Transformation auras erupted like dormant volcanoes, shooting skyward.

Adding the Celestial Secret Pavilion Master, eight Divinity Transformation pressures combined like an invisible canopy, shocking the whole Central Domain.

Countless low-level cultivators looked up in panic, minds trembling, unaware of what colossal event was transpiring.

"Activate!"

The Celestial Secret Pavilion Master stood at the core, forming Spell gestures, fully activating the Spirit Lock Town Luck Array covering an extensive area.

A powerful suppression targeting spiritual vitality and luck instantly traversed space, descending upon the wasteland, boomed towards the newly appeared Xu Ping!

In the wasteland.

Xu Ping immediately felt the change of the surrounding realm, Spiritual Qi becoming sluggish, his connection with the outside world as if through a thin membrane, an invisible pressure squeezing from all directions.

"Spirit Locking Town Luck? Quite the technique."

Xu Ping raised his brows slightly, but didn't pay much attention.

With his current Divine Techniques, such pressure was insignificant.

Xu Ping stood with hands behind his back, calmly waiting.

Soon, the space around the wasteland fluctuated consecutively.

One by one, figures appeared through pre-arranged short-distance Teleportation Arrays, flickering into presence—in just a few breaths, eight figures emitting terrifying auras surrounded Xu Ping.

Eight pairs of eyes filled with cold killing intent and scrutiny locked onto Xu Ping's aura like tangible chains.

The scene was silent except for the wailing winds and sands.

Xu Ping's gaze calmly swept over these eight supreme existences, his eyes as if looking at eight mere... clay chickens and pottery dogs.

He paid no mind to this lineup that would make any Divinity Transformation cultivator despair.

"Xu Ping!"

The Celestial Secret Pavilion Master's voice came forth, scoldingly righteous, "You are ambitious, slaying compatriots! Today, the eight of us join forces, to right the heavenly way, surrender and be executed swiftly."

"You talk too much."

For these words, Xu Ping seemed uninterested enough not to lift an eyelid.

Shockingly, facing eight Divinity Transformation cultivators, Xu Ping actually chose to... attack first.

Moreover, it was an overwhelming, merciless all-out kill.

The target, directly locked onto one slightly weaker among the eight, an early-stage Divinity Transformation cultivator from a certain demonic sect.

"Die!"

Xu Ping's eyes flashed.

Buzz!

A formless, substance-less, yet terrifying crisis feeling descended that instantly froze the demonic cultivator's divine soul, causing his soul to flee.

He had no time to perform any effective defense or evade action—

"Ah!"

A scream of utmost agony burst forth from his mouth.

He held his head with both hands, black demon blood instantly oozing from the seven apertures, the demonic light concentrated around him flickered and scattered like candlelight in the wind.

The brilliance within his eyes visibly dulled, his aura plummet in a crazed avalanche-like descent.

Xu Ping used human realm's ultimate divine sense to drive the minor achievement God Slaying Needle; its power, how could it be withstood by a mere early-stage Divinity Transformation?

In just one strike, it severely injured his divine soul to the brink of collapse!