Chapter 81: Chapter 80 Suppression! Tempering! Is this mortal?
It’s not surprising that the Sect Leader of the Little Immortal Sect suspects.
The majestic position of a Domain Master is so exalted that even a battle between two Saints might not catch his attention.
Yet now, for a mere mortal disciple, he personally transmits a message, and even wants to deliberately suppress?
"Hiss..."
Deep in thought and fear, Miao Ba gasped, his gaze towards Su Changqing instantly changed.
No matter what, anyone who can wrestle with a Domain Master is certainly not an ordinary person!
"Activate the holy level pressure on the Heaven-reaching Road, ensure it doesn’t affect others, let the leading youth slow down!"
Without delay, Miao Ba immediately transmitted his voice to the hidden elder evaluating the Little Immortal Sect.
...
"How impressive! Is that a Divine Technique?"
"At such a young age, he’s able to comprehend Divine Techniques! Class A! It must be Class A!"
"Even if he can’t withstand the sacred pressure later, I’m still setting this as Class A! Nothing can change that!"
In the shadows of the top prodigy path, an elder with a white beard from the Little Immortal Sect looked excitedly at Su Changqing below.
Although the traces of the Divine Techniques displayed by Su Changqing were covered by Su Nan.
Yet this elder, being the evaluator of this path, noticed it immediately despite Su Nan’s quick concealment.
This discovery left Elder Bai Zui astonished.
He knew that today there would be a gathering of prodigies, as everyone here belonged to the top forces of the Southern Region.
But he never thought someone could be talented enough to comprehend Divine Techniques!
"If there’s disciple selection later, I mustn’t let other elders snatch him away!"
Elder Bai Zui was full of fighting spirit.
However, just as he made this decision, the Sect Leader’s voice resounded in his ears.
"What? Activate the sacred pressure in advance? To slow him down? And only target one person?"
"Hiss..."
Elder Bai Zui gasped, and his gaze towards Su Changqing changed immediately.
The Sect Leader of the Little Immortal Sect, Miao Ba, was invited by the Domain Master as a mighty quasi-emperor.
The Miao family and Su family have been on good terms for generations, and when the Little Immortal Sect was founded, the Domain Master specially invited Miao Ba to preside.
Such a peerless powerhouse, in terms of background or strength, stands atop the Southern Region.
Yet he actually doesn’t hesitate to target a new disciple with blatant prejudice?
"Could it be... there’s enmity with the Miao family?"
Elder Bai Zui’s expression grew serious, and the ’A’ grade about to be carved on the register halted.
Just kidding, he still had to work under the Sect Leader in the future, he couldn’t offend the Sect Leader because of this.
Without hesitation, he pinched a technique with his fingertips, and the pressure on the Heaven-reaching Road was suddenly released.
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On the Heaven-reaching Road.
Su Changqing closed his eyes, a smile on his lips, as each step he took made the scenery around him rapidly retreat.
He did not know his current position, his mind fully immersed in the mysterious and profound Buddhist scriptures.
The constant enlightenment of the natural world and the star-like ’space nodes’ around him made him utterly absorbed.
Yet suddenly, an immense pressure crashed down from the front!
The pressure was so strong, like a mountain weighing on him, immeasurable in heaviness.
And Su Changqing, who was advancing at full speed, was stopped in his tracks by the powerful pressure.
"Is this the sacred pressure mentioned in the rules?"
"So strong..."
Su Changqing was startled, opened his eyes, clenched his teeth, and tried to keep himself from being crushed.
He looked around and, noticing only clouds but no one else, couldn’t help feeling tense.
"No one’s here, it seems I’m still at the very back."
Su Changqing looked up towards the Heaven-reaching Jade Steps, determination filled his expression.
"I must speed up, even if I can’t catch up with others, I can’t fall too far behind!"
As he spoke, Su Changqing began to move forward slowly, step by step, under the colossal pressure.
The sacred pressure was too strong, rendering him unable to even use ’ground shrinking.’
But gradually, Su Changqing discovered that the pressure on the Heaven-reaching Road seemed not to be exerted on the physical body, but on the soul and spiritual sea.
In other words, the immense pressure wasn’t external but was stemming from mental oppression, causing immobility.
"It’s my soul deceiving my own body, which is why the pressure is magnified."
"So if my soul adapts to this pressure, would my body no longer feel it?"
Su Changqing moved forward step by step, a glimmer of enlightenment in his eyes.
He began to gradually relax, no longer resisting the formidable pressure descending upon him.
In an instant, his body trembled, causing ripples to appear in his sea of consciousness.
The omnipresent Saint-level pressure, with no ’consciousness’ to resist it, directly descended into his sea of consciousness.
Boom!
The vast sea of consciousness suddenly surged with violent waves, and Su Changqing felt a dizzy spell, nearly collapsing to the ground.
However, he gritted his teeth and withstood the immense pressure, slowly beginning to adapt to the constantly emerging overwhelming force.
Ordinary people would never dare to do such a thing, as no one would readily let something enter their sea of consciousness.
In this extremely fragile center of the soul, if anything went wrong, one would become an idiot in an instant.
Only someone like Su Changqing, naive in cultivation, would be so bold as to use his sea of consciousness to resist the Saint-level pressure.
This kind of behavior in the cultivation world is known as training the Divine Sense!
Only cultivators with accomplished cultivation would guide external elements to suppress their sea of consciousness, thus refining their Divine Sense.
But this method of cultivation cannot be sustained for long, as a person’s ’vital essence and spirit’ are limited.
Once that limit is exceeded, their Divine Sense will be exhausted, leading to unconsciousness.
Su Changqing was originally expected to end up this way too.
But just as his Divine Sense was about to be completely drained...
Boom!
The towering golden giant sword standing at the center of Su Changqing’s sea of consciousness suddenly trembled.
Endless holy golden lights illuminated the entire sea of consciousness, and the ceaselessly incoming Saint-level pressure was unexpectedly cut down by a single strike!
The scattered pressure spread throughout the sea of consciousness.
And Su Changqing discovered that under the suppression of the Saint-level pressure, the golden giant sword seemed to be slowly merging with his sea of consciousness?
...
Above the heavens of the Little Immortal Sect.
"Chang Qing hasn’t trained before; is this Saint-level pressure too strong for him?"
Watching Su Changqing, who remained motionless below, Su Nan couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious.
His aura was constantly monitoring Su Changqing’s condition, ready to disperse the Saint-level pressure at the first sign of anything wrong.
"This Saint-level pressure tests willpower, not cultivation."
Wu Jiuling took a sip of fine wine, didn’t even look down, and laughed drunkenly:
"It’s not a big problem, as long as he doesn’t foolishly open up his sea of consciousness to adapt..."
Before he could finish, Su Nan burst out angrily, cursing under his breath.
"Damn it! That bold kid dares to open up his sea of consciousness, does he have a death wish?"
At these words, Wu Jiuling’s expression changed, and he looked down.
Facing the Saint-level pressure with an open sea of consciousness?
How could an ordinary Su Changqing withstand it?
But just as Su Nan was about to take action, Wu Jiuling suddenly let out a surprised sound.
"He actually withstood it? Is his Divine Sense strength that high?"
Su Nan was also stunned. By all accounts, an ordinary sea of consciousness absolutely couldn’t withstand the Saint-level pressure.
But now, not only was Su Changqing enduring it, he was even attempting to train his Divine Sense?
"Chang Qing... can do this too?" Su Nan fell silent.
He had spent twenty years with Chang Qing, but now he realized he seemed to not know his own son at all.
Of course, this wasn’t Su Nan’s fault. He was completely unaware of what had happened in the forbidden abyss.
After receiving the Sword Emperor’s heritage, Su Changqing’s sea of consciousness had undergone earth-shattering changes.
"Being able to train the Divine Sense can also be considered a good thing."
Though puzzled for countless reasons, Su Nan still breathed a sigh of relief,
"Once Chang Qing realizes the excessive consumption of Divine Sense and cannot adapt, he will naturally..."
Before Su Nan could finish his sentence, Wu Jiuling, watching intently below, suddenly exclaimed in shock,
"He’s actually actively absorbing the Saint-level pressure?"
"No way! How can he possibly use Divine Techniques like this?"
Su Nan was bewildered upon hearing this, and when he looked down, he was immediately stunned.
He saw that Su Changqing, who just now struggled to move, was suddenly withstanding the Saint-level pressure and running wildly again.
With each step, mountains and rivers shifted!
Such extreme speed was no different from before, and it kept increasing!
Both Su Nan and Wu Jiuling were dumbfounded, and a thought simultaneously arose in their minds.
Could the Saint-level pressure... be fake?
The Sect Leader Miao Ba and Elder Bai Zui, who had been watching Su Changqing,
Now looked at the figure racing amid the Saint-level pressure, with mouths agape and eyes blank.
Is this really an ordinary person?