Generally speaking, cultivators of the same major realm would not have such a vast disparity in divine sense that their opponent could not lock onto them.
But strictly speaking, Mo Hua was not an "ordinary" cultivator—at least, his divine sense was not.
If his divine sense continued growing like this, whether others could lock onto him with their divine sense would be hard to say...
Old Kui gave nothing away, but faint ripples stirred in his heart.
Mo Hua thought of another question and asked, "Grandpa Kui, can every cultivator do divine sense locking?"
"No."
Old Kui came back to himself and said flatly, "Among the cultivators I've seen, seventy percent cannot. A little over twenty percent can, but are not proficient. Less than ten percent can use it exquisitely."
Mo Hua was somewhat puzzled. "It's not that hard, is it? Why can't more than seventy percent of cultivators do it?"
At least when he used it, he had not felt there was anything difficult about it.
Old Kui silently glanced at him and felt that, at this moment, Mo Hua resembled Mr. Zhuang somewhat.
Not every cultivator's divine sense was so strong, nor was every cultivator skilled in the use of divine sense.
Was this truly "as the master, so the disciple"? This child Mo Hua had been led a little astray too...
Old Kui sighed inwardly, then said:
"Seventy percent of cultivators cannot perform divine sense locking. Half of them are because no one taught them and they never obtained the method. The other half are because, even if they learned it, they still couldn't do it..."
"Divine sense is formless, like an antelope hanging its horns—leaving no trace to seek. So it is neither easy to teach nor easy to learn. Relying on words alone, it is