If he could master that move of the Black-Wind Demonic Python, it would be an excellent method whether used to attack, evade attacks, or escape—leaving no trace and giving no warning.
Lu Xiaotian held the ashstone in his hand, his expression shifting between gloom and uncertainty. He wanted to give up, but his strength had temporarily reached a bottleneck. Aside from slowly advancing his cultivation, he had no other way to further increase his power. The ashstone before him might be his only chance.
After hesitating briefly, Lu Xiaotian finally made up his mind and decided to try again. At worst, he would lose a strand of divine sense. Although it would hurt, he could recover the loss by nurturing it with Soul-Nourishing Pills; it would merely take some time. Besides, he possessed two Primordial Spirits, so this would not affect his usual cultivation or fighting.
With that thought, Lu Xiaotian once again separated a strand of divine sense and immersed it into the ashstone. Almost the instant his divine sense entered, he felt a needle-like pain stab through his mind. His face paled as he stared at the ashstone in his hand with an ugly expression. In that brief instant, the divine sense that had entered the ashstone vanished again, disappearing without a trace. He could not sense even a sliver of it.
Could this ashstone really eat divine sense? He had seen plenty of demonic beasts that ate things, but he had never seen one that ate divine sense—especially when the thing in his hand was merely a dead object. Gritting his teeth, Lu Xiaotian separated another strand of divine sense. Although the moment he lost contact with his divine sense was agonizing, losing a few strands in a short period would not cause much damage to his