There were several hundred thousand cultivators in the square. Of course, not all of them had come to participate in the divine sense competition.
Cold Wind City had long established a rule: only cultivators at the Ghost Marshal realm or above could take the test.
Among the cultivators here, those at the Ghost Marshal realm or above made up only sixty to seventy percent. As for cultivators whose divine sense surpassed their own cultivation realm, even among those at the Ghost Marshal realm or above, there might not be one in a hundred.
The reason so many cultivators had gathered here was simply that they wanted to witness this kind of divine sense test.
After watching the performances of the dozen or so Great Cultivators who had just been tested, everyone could naturally tell that this divine sense test was not without danger. If anything went wrong, suffering serious injuries was entirely possible.
As the Ghost Lord mid-stage cultivator's voice faded, someone immediately stepped onto the stone platform, clearly eager to try. He cupped his fists toward the presiding cultivator, then turned and stood before the enormous rock.
This middle-aged man, who appeared to be only in his forties, had surprisingly reached the Ghost Lord mid-stage realm. Judging by his clothing, he was also a cultivator from Cold Wind City.
The middle-aged man stood motionless, his expression suddenly turning solemn. His spiritual sea surged rapidly within him. A moment later, his eyes abruptly opened, and a butcher's cleaver that had transformed into solid form flashed into existence, shooting straight toward the enormous rock.
"Boom—!" As a thunderous roar rang out, a birdcall immediately sounded as well.
The middle-aged cultivator's expression changed slightly, but he quickly returned to calm.
"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Lu, your divine sense is indeed astonishing. You passed