Chapter 73: The Divine Recognition

After confirming the astonishing Breakthrough of his Divine Sense, Yun Bai immediately consulted the database of "Xiao Liu" for relevant information.

The result sent a shockwave through his heart!

Cultivators who could master "Telekinesis" at the First Realm Mid-stage were as rare as Phoenix feathers and unicorn horns; they were almost all gathered in Holy Lands like the Holy City and the Capital.

The vast majority of them were born with powerful Divine Sense, while a few were wealthy scions of noble families who had been nurtured with top-tier resources since childhood, creating a formidable Divine Sense through Acquired means.

More importantly, among Innate First Realm Cultivators, anyone who could master "Telekinesis" was undoubtedly a natural-born Sword Embryo!

This meant they could control a Flying Sword while still in the First Realm, embarking on the path of "Unity of Man and Sword" years, or even over a decade, earlier than others.

From the perspective of combat power, regardless of whether such a Cultivator's actual cultivation level was First Realm Early Stage or Late Stage, once they mastered this technique, they were practically invincible below the Second Realm!

There was a Dao scripture that evaluated such Cultivators with deafening clarity: "If the Nascent Soul does not appear, who can contend with them?"

The information further clarified: The core of "Telekinesis" lies in powerful Divine Sense control, while the consumption during object manipulation comes from spiritual power.

This perfectly aligns with what the "Gouchen Technique" states: "Divine Sense is the commander, and spiritual power is the soldier."

Only with a sufficiently strong and resilient Divine Sense can one command spiritual power more accurately and efficiently.

However, "Telekinesis" ultimately consumes spiritual power.

The spiritual power reserves of a First Realm Cultivator are far inferior to those of the Second Realm, lacking both explosive power and endurance. Therefore, although a First Realm Sword Cultivator is strong, they can only be "invincible below the Second Realm" and cannot truly contend with a Second Realm Cultivator.

After digesting this information, wild joy swept over Yun Bai like a surging tide.

This meant that although he had not broken through to the First Realm Late Stage, he had gained a rare potential, as well as... the real, tangible ability to be "invincible below the Second Realm"!

How could this Opportunity be compared to the ordinary condensation of a Golden Core? It was simply a magnificent stroke of fortune!

Suppressing his excitement, Yun Bai immediately searched the database for instructional information on practicing Telekinesis. He couldn't wait to start experimenting.

The information mentioned that there were Great Masters of mechanism arts in the Holy City who specifically created precision instruments to measure Divine Sense strength. Usually, the Divine Sense strength value of a Second Realm Early Stage Cultivator is between 20 and 40, 40 to 90 for the Middle Stage, and above 90 for the Late Stage.

There was also a simple measurement method: try to manipulate multiple objects simultaneously. A Second Realm Early Stage Cultivator can usually stably manipulate 4 to 8 objects, 8 to 18 for the Middle Stage, and easily control more than 20 for the Late Stage.

Yun Bai began his experiment with great interest.

He first tried to lift a single object. From a light brush to a heavy bookcase. Soon, he verified an intuition: the heavier the object manipulated, the faster the spiritual power within his body would drain, as if a larger floodgate had been opened.

However, regarding the strength of the Divine Sense itself, the weight of the manipulated object made no difference.

As long as the Divine Sense strength is sufficient, and without considering spiritual power consumption, manipulating ten brushes and ten bookcases simultaneously imposes the same "quantity control" burden on the Divine Sense. Divine Sense strength determines how many units can be "commanded" at the same time.

Having clarified this, Yun Bai turned his gaze to the two brushes on his desk.

With a slight movement of his mind.

The two brushes floated up silently; one drifted steadily to the left, while the other flew to the right.

"What a wonderful feeling..." Yun Bai closed his eyes, carefully experiencing this mysterious sensation of "using one mind for two purposes" and splitting his consciousness. When the brushes flew out of his field of vision, he could still clearly "perceive" their positions and states, as if two lamps had been lit in his mind. This relied entirely on the extension of his Divine Sense.

"Let's try three!" With his playfulness aroused, Yun Bai immediately had a third brush join the formation.

The three brushes seemed to have been given life, darting nimbly through the air.

As an interstellar voyager in his past life, Yun Bai had countless times envied those fighter pilots engaged in thrilling dogfights in the starry sky. At this moment, he naturally imagined the three brushes transforming into three miniature fighter jets: two with red paint, and one with blue paint.

A miniature aerial battle erupted instantly in the room!

Two "Red" fighters (red brushes) formed a two-plane formation, launching a fierce pincer attack from the left and right against the "Blue" fighter (blue brush), intending to force it into a corner.

The Blue fighter nimbly executed a barrel roll, narrowly escaping through the gap between the two planes, attempting to seize a height advantage. The Red lead plane (main control brush) immediately executed a high-G turn, utilizing its energy advantage to pull up its nose and gain a diving angle.

The wingman (auxiliary brush) conducted a lag pursuit, maintaining pressure to prevent the Blue side from breaking away. Seeing the situation was unfavorable, the Blue side suddenly performed a defensive scissors maneuver, briefly luring the two Red fighters into a horizontal dogfight.

The three brushes traced dazzling trajectories in the air, simulating the impact of airflow on wings and subtle control feedback.

At first, Yun Bai's Divine Sense control still seemed stiff.

On one hand, he was not used to this state of high-level multitasking, and on the other hand, he needed to concentrate fully to receive every bit of feedback from the "fighters."

The faint resistance generated by the friction between the brush handles and the air, the disturbances caused by the draft in the room... these subtle sensations had previously been ignored by him, but now they were reflected with absolute clarity in his Divine Sense perception, down to the finest detail.

"Incredible..." Yun Bai opened his eyes, looking at the three brushes fiercely "dogfighting" in the air, his heart filled with shock. "It's truly unimaginable that humans can actually develop a 'sixth sense' or even a 'seventh sense' through meditation and breathing. This evolutionary path is completely in a different dimension from the humans of Blue Star."

An irrepressible glow of excitement appeared on his face.

He began to challenge higher goals.

Three brushes, five books, a brush holder, a brush stand, a heavy inkstone, a paperweight...

Wherever his mind went, more and more objects in the room were lifted by an invisible hand, floating around Yun Bai like stars surrounding the moon, slowly rotating.

"Thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six..." Yun Bai counted silently, his surprise growing even greater. "Thirty-six items! I actually... didn't feel any pressure on my Divine Sense at all?" At this moment, almost all the movable objects in the entire practice room had been "requisitioned" by him!

However, the speed of spiritual power consumption within his body could not be ignored, flowing away rapidly like water from an opened floodgate. Fortunately, his spiritual power had been repeatedly compressed by the black hole, making it pure and refined, leaving him with enough strength to support this consumption.

Still feeling unsatisfied, Yun Bai pushed the door open and went into the courtyard.

A tall, upright old locust tree stood in the courtyard, but there were only a few withered leaves under the tree—Aunt Yang had cleaned it too thoroughly.

"This..." Yun Bai smiled helplessly and had no choice but to "do something bad."

Yun Bai drew the long sword from his waist, leaped lightly, and with a flash of sword light, sliced off a branch covered with lush leaves. He sat cross-legged and began to pluck the leaves one by one.