A Specialty, Spiritual Sense Attack

Back then, among the tribute sent to Fan Xingzhou by the various prefectural governors, there had been this Everlasting Lamp.

The East Sea Prefecture governor said that the lamp's wick would never burn out, and that it was an omen of auspicious fortune.

At this moment, Li Chengjie's spiritual sense swept over that lamp, and he sensed something strange from the wick.

The wick looked ordinary, yet there was faintly an extremely hidden fluctuation of power.

That fluctuation was very weak, so weak that anyone below Spirit Transformation would be utterly unable to detect it.

But Li Chengjie's spiritual sense far surpassed others of the same level. He sensed it.

That wick was not simple.

Li Chengjie withdrew his spiritual sense, turned, and flew toward Ying City in the Chu Kingdom.

Crimson Gold light drew out an afterimage across the sky, its speed astonishingly fast.

His spiritual sense remained locked onto that Everlasting Lamp the whole time, locked onto that blackened piece of wick.

The feeling that wick gave him was of the Same Origin as the Soul Lamp.

If it truly was the wick of the Soul Lamp, then by repairing the Soul Lamp, his spiritual sense could climb another step higher.

Ying City had arrived.

In the Southern District, that hundred-zhang carved statue glittered brilliantly beneath the sunlight.

In green robes, it Stood with Hands Behind Back, its face handsome and clear, its gaze fixed toward the distance. At the foot of the statue, that old bronze lamp lay quietly there, and within the lamp bowl, that thin, blackened wick swayed gently in the breeze.

Li Chengjie landed before the statue and lowered his head to look at that Everlasting Lamp.

The wick was blackened, and nothing special could be seen about it. But his spiritual sense sensed