A thin, inconspicuous tentacle slowly rose from beneath the water's surface, like a submarine raising its periscope in an ancient naval battle. At its tip was a tiny bowl-shaped depression, small but covered in dense, intricate patterns.
The patterns gave off a faint glow.
In a dark environment, emitting light was itself a risk.
But there was no helping it. It was an unavoidable drawback of using mind energy skills.
It was said that among the Heavenly Stele's records of the Heavenly Dao, the Origin Sage's unique pure spiritual power possessed the quality of "absolute purity." Like in an absolute vacuum, where even the strongest light left no trace. So long as the Origin Sage wished it, he could erase every external manifestation of spiritual skills. That was the hallmark of a truly supreme source of energy.
But cultivators of this world were not Origin Sages. The mind energy they cultivated contained impurities, more or less. Like dust in the air revealing the path of passing light. The radiance of mind energy techniques contained multi-band fluctuations from both the optical and spiritual domains. Those fluctuations were unavoidable, representing the inevitable degradation and price of spiritual power descending from supreme The Void into the mortal world.
Now, all this tentacle could do was use as little mind energy as possible and restrain the scattered light until it was nearly invisible.
With less mind energy, visual assistance naturally became weaker.
Even counting the Vast Overlord Physique's innate neural strength, it could barely achieve twice an ordinary person's static and dynamic visual acuity, and three times an ordinary person's night vision.
"I want to see what the hell is going on here. No matter who is committing these atrocities, that person will die."
Old Six's expression was grim. Huddled in a corner of