Crystal Grain
Lu Xiaotian's heart lurched. He had encountered countless treasures and powerful beings, but never anything like this. Once his divine sense entered, it couldn't get back out. Didn't that mean his body was now beyond his control?
The only thing that reassured Lu Xiaotian a little was that he was currently in his cave abode. The Turtle Spirit Immortal Domain was still relatively safe, and for now, there was no threat from the outside.
After that initial moment of panic, Lu Xiaotian calmed down. Since Yan Ji still had some use for him, the purple-green wooden fish she had given him should be harmless. Given Yan Ji's strength, if she wanted to deal with him, she wouldn't need to go to such lengths to use a trick. She could simply attack him directly; after all, Lu Xiaotian was currently no match for her divine abilities.
Lu Xiaotian searched everywhere. Even the most powerful formation had weaknesses, and even the most powerful immortal artifact had flaws. He just hadn't found them yet. After his divine sense wandered through this strange space dozens of times, he still couldn't find an exit. So Lu Xiaotian turned his attention to the images of the monks.
The eighteen images of monks were still practicing various Buddhist divine abilities. Each monk demonstrated a different one. Although some of the later images repeated abilities demonstrated by others, each monk performed them with a different divine quality and mood.
Lu Xiaotian split his Primordial Spirit into more than a dozen strands and focused them on the monk images, examining them closely in an attempt to uncover their secrets. At some point, his Primordial Spirit sank completely into them, reaching a state where self and world were forgotten. Images flashed through his mind, and Lu Xiaotian felt