60: Chapter 60 Perfection of Swordsmanship (Part 1)

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It was as if the Soul had gained a substantial, highly condensed core and foundation, with the space between his brows serving as the realm for its existence.

Li Wen suddenly opened his eyes, the depths of his pupils surging with brilliant light, as if stars were exploding.

An indescribable, unprecedented perception instantly spread outwards.

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He was clearly facing forward, yet he could distinctly 'see' the scene behind him.

This was not the vision of the eyes, but an invisible Domain emanating from where the jade-like small figure sat in the space between his brows, projecting all information within a certain range around himself into his consciousness, meticulously and exhaustively.

The texture of the cold and smooth alloy surface of the wall, the micro-dust and particles floating in the air, and even the extremely subtle structural gaps and condensation stains on the ceiling above his head—imperceptible to the naked human eye—were all clearly discernible.

His gaze shifted toward the window.

Sunlight poured in through the large glass panes. He focused his attention on the dust motes dancing in the sunlight; they were no longer blurry specks but presented strange shapes, contours, and trajectories of movement.

A large tree stood close outside the window. With a mere thought, his 'gaze' precisely captured a tiny, minuscule black mosquito clinging to the underside of a leaf.

The fine barbs on the mosquito's proboscis, the lingering halo trajectory from its wing vibrations, and even the reflection of the tree shadow in its compound eyes—

Every minute detail was visible! Nothing could be hidden!

'This—could this be—' Li Wen’s spirit shook violently. A term long sealed in the depths of his memory, almost forgotten, suddenly leaped into his mind—'Divine Sense?!'

He had transmigrated here eighteen years ago. This world boasted a flourishing martial path, yet he had never heard of such a clear, such a real inner vision of a spiritual alien space, as if a third eye had been opened between his brows.

Even less had anyone described this terrifying ability that surpassed the constraints of the Physical Body, accurately perceiving the microscopic world, and clearly 'seeing' behind oneself or even through walls.

This was clearly the 'Divine Thought,' 'Divine Sense,' or 'Inner Vision of the Universe' ability possessed only by the mighty figures in Xianxia novels and Xuanhuan epics from his past life! It belonged to a true 'Extraordinary Domain.'

Joy flooded his heart, but he quickly suppressed it. The name 'Divine Sense' merely flashed through his mind; he did not delve deeper.

Regardless of what this thing was called, whether it was a blessing or a curse, right now it only brought him the most direct benefit—this was a tangible fortune, a tool sufficient to rewrite his destiny.

He suppressed his confusion about the source and focused on familiarizing himself with this nascent power.

Its range had boundaries. Wherever his mind reached, wherever the Divine Sense covered, it was as easy to control as his own arm, as clear as observing an object under a magnifying glass or microscope.

The effective radius for this fine perception was about fifty meters. Beyond fifty meters, the perception spread like ripples, gradually becoming blurred.

The limit of this blurry perception could cover an area within about one li (a Chinese mile). Although it was far from the crystal-clear insight within fifty meters,

it was still far better than being blind.

Within one li, all living beings possessing life and circulating Qi and Blood were clearly reflected in his perception, like flames in the dark night.

They appeared as moving orbs of Qi and Blood, varying in strength, their positions perfectly clear.

The closer they were, the clearer the heat and pulsation of the orb; the farther away they were,

only a vague marker of strength and direction remained.

He condensed his intent.

In the adjacent, independent martial arts room, a figure whose Qi and Blood were significantly stronger than his was the first to be clearly locked onto.

This was clearly Huang Hao, the highest-ranked in Physical Body within the Flying Star Class.

He seemed to be practicing some kind of heavy weapon at the moment; immense Qi and Blood power vibrated within the room, but most of the energy leakage was blocked by the isolation Materials.

Further away, in a spacious, bright office with excellent visibility.

When Li Wen's Divine Sense swept over that area, his spirit jolted.

That place was like a dormant volcano, its aura profoundly majestic beyond imagination.

The fierce and vast Qi and Blood power was condensed and refined to the extreme. Instead of bursting outward like Huang Hao's, it was deeply internalized within Fang Chengwu's seemingly 'ordinary' shell.

That was not a flame; it was the core of molten rock refined and compressed to its absolute limit.

Only a faint trace of aura, like the radiation of a star, leaked out, enough to make Li Wen feel the terrifying explosive power hidden beneath that tranquility.

This was a Super Martial Artist!

This was just the tip of the iceberg of true power!

The sense of reverence he previously held for his teacher was now directly quantified as an oppressive, terrifying feeling.

Li Wen took a deep breath and opened his eyes again. In that instant, it was as if a layer of haze had been wiped from the world.

Everything before him was unprecedentedly clear and sharp. This was not a change in eyesight, but the result of the Divine Sense in his brow perfectly merging with the information observed by his eyes.

His gaze swept over a practice-use refined steel saber in the room; the blade was smooth.

Focusing his gaze—the surfaces he once considered smooth now revealed, with the aid of Divine Sense, forging marks of minute, micron-level depth, and extremely subtle differences in material reflection.

Even the process of micro-dust floating in the air slowly settling onto the saber's surface was captured by his eyes with incredible clarity.

He even subconsciously looked at a strand of his own short hair hanging down.

Under the linked observation of his naked eye and Divine Sense, every extremely fine, scale-like overlapping keratin structure on the surface of that seemingly smooth strand of hair was vividly visible.

Divine Sense—Vision—a brand new worldview combining 360-degree, no-dead-angle, microscopic and macroscopic insight.

Under this brand new perception, a thought flashed like lightning.

Saber!

Li Wen's figure shot up abruptly, his steps so fast that only a blurry afterimage remained; he crossed the distance in a single stride.

His right hand swept over the weapon rack extremely naturally; a standard long saber hummed as it leaped into his palm.

He did not activate Absolute Focus. He merely instinctively cleaved forward into the empty space.

The saber edge cut through the air, still possessing the extremely fast standard of the Peak of Major Achievement.

But the moment this strike was unleashed, Li Wen's heart shook violently.

His insight, which merged Divine Sense and super-vision, magnified every detail of the Blade Technique in his 'eyes' infinitely.

Beneath that swift streak of light, he clearly 'saw' all the imperfections:

The slight, avoidable hesitation in his right shoulder during the initial draw of the saber.

An imperceptible, less than 0.1 millimeter stiff deviation at a critical juncture of wrist force application.

As Qi and Blood traveled along his arm to the saber's end, the energy flow at the very tip of the blade, which should have been extremely condensed, was slightly dissipated.

Even at the moment of force application from his feet, the angle of his toes failed to reach the theoretical optimum by a fraction. This resulted in the minute loss and trajectory distortion at the end of the entire force transmission chain.

In the past, when practicing Blade Technique, he relied more on muscle memory, vague comprehension of internal force, and the macroscopic insight brought by Absolute Focus to deduce and optimize.

It was like scratching an itch through a boot—he could only feel that the 'overall felt wrong' or 'it was just short of perfect,' but he couldn't dissect it into countless clearly visible, individually addressable minute flaws.

It was different now!