Immortal Alliance City, Immortal Mansion Spirit Mountain.
Inside the Quiet Room of a certain B-grade Cave Mansion.
Cheng Buzheng, seated cross-legged on a Cloud Bed, slowly opened his eyes. A flicker of disappointment passed through those star-like pupils.
"Even the [Creation Heaven-Mending Art] is useless?"
Indeed.
During this time, Cheng Buzheng had used the [Creation Heaven-Mending Art] to refine a vast quantity of soul essence, yet he had still failed to mend that sliver of True Spirit missing from his main body.
The signs were obvious as well.
That sense of incompleteness emanating from his soul had never faded.
Of course.
The great number of soul-type Spirit Medicines Cheng Buzheng had collected this time had not been wholly without effect.
At the very least, they had made his soul increasingly full and well-rounded.
Thus, even though Cheng Buzheng's cultivation had not advanced, the power of his Divine Sense had steadily grown stronger, and its range naturally rose with the tide.
This was because the foundation from which Divine Sense was born lay precisely in a powerful soul.
Under normal circumstances, growth of the soul was also founded upon the advancement of cultivation techniques that fused essence, qi, and spirit into one.
The higher one's cultivation.
The stronger one's soul naturally became, while one's Divine Sense surged along with it.
This time, however, was an exceptional case. Although Cheng Buzheng's cultivation had not improved, strengthening his soul alone was still a fairly good harvest.
At least his painstaking efforts of all these years had not been wasted.
Even so.
To Cheng Buzheng, it was merely that—nothing worth being particularly pleased about.
After all, the power of his Divine Sense had already been incomparably formidable, falling short only of a Half-Step Supreme's.
Moreover, whenever Cheng Buzheng went out, he always used the